Just another day in the life of Norm. Now that his Mary was so distracted with work, Lucy was his main sexual release. But with the preparations for her moving in and a busy time at work, Norm didn't have time for his favorite mistress.
Somehow, this fat, middle-aged balding man had the incredible ability to lock down the hottest women in town. Besides Lucy, he had 3 other girls around town he'd take out for dates, and, more often than not, fuck them senseless. But Lucy was his favorite; no one had a body quite like Lucy.
With Mary still asleep and Walt still down in his suite, Norm had the house to himself before heading to work, and decided to relieve a little stress. It had been two days since Lucy came by for her interview, and how his father had ended that exchange had left him both nervous and excited. The thought of Lucy being a perfect little house whore appealed to him on a strange, carnal level. But pangs of jealousy accompanied the thought of her calling it off with Norm to be with Walt.
Just thinking about Lucy fucking someone was enough to get him hard though. Heading downstairs, he snuck into his office to try and relieve his hardon. Turning on the computer and opening his favourite porn site, he jumped right in. Cock in hand, he pumped furiously, eyes glued to the huge tits of Hitomi Tanaka, his favorite porn star, as she was gangbanged on screen. He fantasized about gangbanging his Lucy like that, watching a hoard of men fuck her pussy one after another, streams of cum running across her body.
He was about to come when an instant messaging window popped up
"Hi Norm, sorry to message so early," he knew instantly it was the secretary of the client he was scheduled to meet. She had been messaging him at the worst times all week. What the hell did she want so early? Looking at the time, it still wasn't even 6 AM yet.
He hadn't met her yet, but the name "Christine" and her formal internet etiquette had him envisioning a matronly woman messaging him.
"I just wanted to let you know everything is worked out for your trip today. The plane takes off at 7:30 just like we talked about; I'll see you at the office here in the afternoon."
Norm panicked. He remembered her saying the flight was at 9:30. He flew into a rush to finish packing, forgetting to even reply to Christine before leaving.
The cab ride over and his sprint through the airport was barely a blur. Panicked to make this important meeting, Norm made it the plane just as they were closing the gate. Sighing a breath of relief as he sat down, Norm was surprised how empty the plane was. A small group of vacationing seniors sitting near the front, and a few random business people spread throughout the rest of the seats.
As the plane prepared to take-off, Norm was suddenly very glad he made the flight when the stewardess began her demonstration of the seatbelt. Looking like she was in her mid 30's or so, this stewardess had curves in all the right places.
Her tight uniform was almost scandalous on those curves. Every inch of skin was covered, but Norm was still ogling her monster tits, threatening to pop the buttons on her blouse at any instant. Mirroring her (at least) f-cup tits was an ass that you could rest a drink on. This woman's curves were everything to Norm in that moment, as he watched her raise her arms with the seat belt strap to demonstrate how it was done, with every man on the plane sure to be staring at only one thing (well, two big things).
The flight was only to be a few hours long, so Norm settled in after takeoff. After a while, he dozed off, drifting into a half-awake daydream about Lucy and her expert blowjob. Barely awake, he felt himself get a little stiff at the thought of Lucy's tits. Reaching down to adjust himself, Norm jolted awake when he felt a hand that wasn't his own.
Looking to his right, he saw the stewardess was leaning over him, seemingly fastening his seatbelt. She stood up and apologized, explaining that they had hit turbulence and needed their seat belts, and quickly hurried down the aisle, seemingly embarrassed.
Norm adjusted his seatbelt, but was surprised to see that his jeans fly was slightly open. Was that from his hardon? Did the stewardess see that? He realized that it would have been hard for her to miss the fact that he was packing wood while she tried to adjust his belt. Flattered, and definitely looking at her twice now, Norm settled in, despite the seatbelts in his row not latching properly.
The turbulence wasn't terrible, but Norm was bouncing around a bit with his open seat belt. As the stewardess came by again, now sheepishly trying to avoid eye contact with Norm, he brought it up to her, while trying to avoid taking glimpses of her bosom bouncing around inside her tight blouse.
"Sorry miss - I'm still having trouble with my seat belt. Would I be able to move seats to another row?" She beamed a bright smile, and Norm suddenly realized how stunningly beautiful she was. Not the model's pout he found in his wife, but a soft, gentle, naturally beautiful face; her blonde hair done in a tight bun, her gentle eyes, her pillowy lips. If Norm wasn't already married, he would have proposed to this angel on the spot!
He gathered his things and followed her to another row at the back of the plane. Why at the back? He thought. But the plane was empty, so he'd have a lot of space to himself. Walking behind her down the aisle, his eyes couldn't leave her ass. She looked like that Russian model, Anna Semenovich, with curves that could drop a man to his knees.
As she tidied up the last row for Norm, he outright stared at her round ass as she bent over in front of him to pick up a few loose ends. When the plane lurched from the turbulence, she tripped and fell onto the seats (which fortunately had their arm rests up!), laying on her back, and a second one threw Norm on top of her, landing face-first onto her breasts.
He couldn't figure out how long he was laying like that. Her soft pillows up against his face, with his definite hard-on pressed against her leg. He looked up at her face, and a soft smile on her lips made him feel like she didn't mind. The look lingered for a few seconds too long, and they both realized it, awkwardly standing up and apologizing profusely to one another.
They tried to navigate around each other in the tight aisle, so that Norm could slide into his seat, but another bump from the turbulence sent them both bouncing again. Norm landed with a heavy thud in his seat, with the stewardess losing her balance again and landing her sweet ass right on Norm's lap.
He caught her to stop her from falling back, and with his arm around her back, each staring into the others eyes, it took only a second before their lips made meet. The anonymous stewardess was as passionate in that moment as Norm, holding his head in close to hers as her pillowy lips stained his with her cherry red lipstick.
Norm pulled away for a second, and the stewardess gave his lips a light lick before she pulled back to dreamily stare in his eyes. Norm was entranced with her, and he looked over the sexy body sitting on his lap with a hunger in his eyes. He hadn't fucked Lucy or his wife in a week, and he needed some release.
Norm reached for the stewardess' tits; the tight blouse the airline provided definitely wasn't intended for someone of her generosity, as her tight black blue and the buttons of her blouse threatened to burst at any moment. Pushing his face back into her tits, Norm attempted to motorboat her melons through her shirt, making the stewardess stifle a giggle. She always loved the way older guys fell for her tits. It's like they'd been waiting for a rack like that their whole lives.
