There was a few reasons I liked to fly. The first was I liked the feeling of knowing I was so far up, and the second was the women. When you're in the air, it's as if all the rules of love and sex are still on the ground below you. As a business man who is always flying, I can personally confirm that fact. Flight attendants are the easiest to get into the bathroom. They've had a long day already, you go back to their station and start asking them about their job, maybe even rub their shoulders. They'll always give you what you want.
My name is Mike, and I am a single guy looking for a good time.
It's become a game really. How many women can I sleep with before my twelve hour flight is over? My record is five. I've been at this a long time, I know what I'm doing. When I see amateurs trying to get a women in the back and fail, I teach them a lesson by sleeping with the women they just failed to seduce properly.
I remember once there was a goofball who tried to get the barely legal blonde sitting next to follow him to the back of the plane. She refused, but seconds later caught my eye. I gave her the signals, mouthed my intentions tastefully. Soon I gave her the final look that made her bend to my will, and she was following seconds behind me to the airplane bathrooms.
It was a tight squeeze, but it was totally worth it. Trish was a yoga instructor, so she could bend in all kinds of ways. We began with lustful kisses, groping to touch every part of each other. I hoisted her onto the sink, careful not to turn the water on. Still kissing her, I managed to slip her out of her gym shorts and bright purple throng with one tug of my finger. Next was the shirt, which I pulled over her blonde head in one more swift motion.
She wasn't wearing a bra. I smiled to myself.
I kissed her again, my one hand drifting down her tanned back, while the other cupped her perky breast. She shuddered in pleasure as my thumb flicked her hard nipple. I kissed her neck as my first hand grabbed her tight ass. She was starting to breathe faster. My mouth found its way to her nipples, and she moaned as I started suckling and running my tongue over the erect nubs. I could feel her legs opening wider and wider as I squeezed and sucked until finally, she moaned the words I'd been waiting for.
"Fuck me!"