Sex with the Flight Attendant
I suppose I could tell you about the flight from Dallas to Los Angeles, but it was honestly nothing special. Jan and I masturbated each other under one of the terribly inadequate airline blankets while the flight attendants pretended not to watch. The same as all your flights, I'm sure.
Jan was reading an article in the in-flight magazine on the effects of high-altitude flight on silicone breast implants (there are none). As I reclined my seat and closed my eyes, I said, "Do you think we can get some rest now that the Dallas School Girls aren't around every corner demanding I meet their perverted sexual whims?"
I could feel Jan's stare without opening my eyes. I raised my eyebrows, innocently.
"Oh, is that what you think happened?"
I looked at her, "Jan, everywhere we went, there was someone wanting sex with me."
"With you? OK, Lover, I want you to proposition the flight attendant."
"The man or the woman?"
"Either one," she said with a shrug.
I decided I had nothing to lose. The next time the cute redhead with the nice tits walked past our seats, I said, "Excuse me. You may get asked this a lot because you're so beautiful, but would you like to meet me for a drink in the VIP lounge at LAX?"
Her smile was professional and polite. "I'm sorry sir, I have a personal rule to not date passengers."
"Of course. Perfectly reasonable. I understand."
As the flight attendant started to walk away, Jan took hold of her sleeve, "Oh, but one more thing," she tugged the sleeve so the woman leaned close. Jan spoke softly. "Can I lick your ass?"
The redhead looked astonished and embarrassed, quickly looking to see if anyone else heard. She glanced at Jan's pronounced cleavage as she put her mouth to Jan's ear, "Do we have to wait for the VIP lounge in three hours, or will you bend me over the drink cart in the back of the plane."
Jan stroked the flight attendant's tit through her uniform. "Probably best to wait. Otherwise, we'll have to do everyone."
She smiled politely, "Good thinking," she kissed Jan's earlobe and went back to her duties.
Jan began studying the magazine.
"She must be a lesbian."
Jan burst out laughing. "Because every woman who turns you down, must be a lesbian."
"Jan, I am so hard right now."
"Do you want to wait for the LAX lounge or bend me over the drink cart in the back."
"As a wise person once said, I suppose we should wait."
"You're no fun."
The next three hours were spent holding hands, chatting, laughing, fingering, sniffing fingers, licking fingers, fingering again with newly licked fingers, and enjoying complimentary drinks, care of the redhead.
The flight attendant had to clean and prepare the passenger area for the next flight before her shift ended. We agreed to wait for her at the lounge.
The Terminal 2 lounge was on the mezzanine, one level up, but Jan led the way without hesitation. I had to ask, "Come here a lot, do you?"
"Where do you think I put on my 'Diane' disguise last time?"
An attractive blonde host met us at the door, checked us in, and pointed us to the bar.
Different from the white and gold of the lounge at DFW, this was decorated in dark wood, black and gray swirled marble, and rich leather. The large window and the big screen seemed to be a standard feature, but the LAX lounge was quite crowded. Besides the host, there seemed to be at least two bartenders and one bus person scurrying around from guest to guest.
After a quick scan of the place, Jan whispered something to the host. She gave a surprised smile, bringing a hand to her throat, "With me?" Jan quickly corrected the assumption. The blonde host blushed as she indicated a door at the far end of the room. Jan thanked her and handed her $10, which she accepted, somewhat disappointed.
We walked toward the bar. "What did you say?"
Jan smirked, "I just asked her where I could find privacy to lick a woman's ass." She shrugged at my incredulous reaction. "I tell you, Lover, sometimes the direct approach is the best."
I ordered my usual bourbon on the rocks while Jan requested a glass of red wine and a glass of white. In the minute or two that it took for the drinks to appear, the host had opened the door to our flight attendant. It seemed they knew each other because they shared a hug and cheek kisses. The flight attendant scanned the room, evidently asking if the host had seen us. Blushing again, she pointed to the bar.
Jan waved.
The flight attendant's hips swayed provocatively as she walked toward us. She put out her hand, which Jan used to pull the redhead into a hug.
"I'm Jan, by the way," as she handed over the white wine.
"Vanessa," she lowered her voice. "We're you serious? Do you really want to...?"
"Nothing would give me more pleasure."
Vanessa chuckled. "We'll see about that, won't we?" She took a long drink. "Your timing could not have been better. There's a guy I'm crazy about. The sex is great and he loves doing it in public like I do, but sometimes..."
Jan took her hand and started walking across the room. I followed far enough back to be discreet, but close enough to hear.
"Sometimes you just need someone with tits who loves to lick the living shit out of your ass."
"Exactly! You get it!"
When Jan gets aroused, she gets very foul-mouthed. "Not only do I get it, I
love
it. It's nice when my guy here gives me his great big one up the ass. And he goes crazy when I finger his butt until he cums. But give me a gorgeous redhead with nice tits and a big ass to spread and lick and finger, and I am a happy girl!"
A dark blush swept up Vanessa's décolletage until it covered her face, almost hiding her adorable freckles.
We had reached the door the host had indicated. "This should give us some privacy, unless you really do like it in public?"
"Not when I'm wearing the airline uniform," Vanessa chuckled.
