In case you missed it, here’s [The Mile High Club: Chapter 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/h13x9m/the_mile_high_club_chapter_1_nsfw/)
Chapter 2: Queen of the Sky (Josephine)
“Roaming the skies with men between my thighs,” Josephine always liked to say, as she was now reaching over the top of the toilet stall in the airport bathroom, waving her open palm at me. “I’m waiting,” she growled, as I handed her a pair of clean panties from her carry-on. Moments later she emerged from the tiny metal stall, smoothed her pencil skirt and stood at the sink. She stared at herself for a moment and so did I.
She was 5’8” with light colored skin, light freckles, and dark chocolate hair. Her eyes were a clear ocean blue color and they twinkled in her reflection. She always had a perfect manicure and the perfect outfit; she was sweet and funny. But she drank too much and too often and it could make her cruel and hard to be around. But we flew together often and she could be a lot of fun so when we had a day or two between flights, we would always get together.
On this particular evening, we had just landed in Rome and we’d be leaving again in 26 hours so we didn’t have much time. Jo was a total party girl and tried to always find a man on any international flight that she could fuck. On the way here, in fact just before we landed, she was screwing some wine-connoisseur in the lavatory. In the commotion of getting him back to his seat she somehow lost her panties and that’s why we pit stopped in the airport toilets.
She splashed water on her face, patted it dry with a paper towel and smoothed her long hair hair down with the palms of her hands. “Fresh as ever,” she said, walking toward the bathroom door, grabbing her bag from my hands. We were staying in our flight attendant uniforms—complete with our little pillbox hats—just to pick up guys. I was a party girl, too, though I wasn’t always. I resisted for years but the life of travel and internal solitude had taken a toll of me so I had a change of heart and hadn’t looked back since. If it ever got out of hand, I’d stop. If I ever got as loose as Jo, I told myself I’d stop.
The first day we worked together we landed in Mexico City and after just one hour at the bar she was sitting in the Captains lap, wearing his hat and he was taking a shot out of her cleavage, only before he licked salt straight from her lips. Jo had a way to get people to loosen up and have fun and it was great to be around. I was, however, thankful I wasn’t always flying with her.
We were leaving our bags in the lounge and going to a restaurant in the city. The Captain was coming and he had a car waiting. We hopped in the back and slid across, Jo sitting in the middle next to him and I on the other side. “Ladies,” he said, winking at us both. Jo rested her hand on his inner thigh as if it were the most natural and casual thing in the world. “Quanto ci vorra per rimanere al ristorante?” Cap leaned forward, speaking decent Italian to the cab driver. The cabbie responded and then Cap sat back and gave Jo a mischievous look. “Katrina, you don’t mind if Jo and I catch up a little before we get to the restaurant, do you sweetheart? The guy says another half hour.” I knew what he was asking. How did I know? Because I’ve been the Jo in this situation before. He was asking if I’d be okay sitting in the car with them while Jo gave him a blow job. I nodded.
Cap unzipped his trousers and Jo reached her hand down in like magician looking for a rabbit. She fished around for a few moments before pulling out a long, thin penis. It looked partially erect but I knew Jo would get him there quickly. “It’s the booze,” Cap said to Jo, who was now tying her dark hair back behind her. She leaned over into his lap and his cock disappeared into her throat. He let out a sigh that could only be described as bliss. Jo was rumored to be one of the best flight attendant party girls—she gave good head, had anal sex, liked women and men, and she rarely said no. I watched her perform out of the corner of my eye, curious as to what I could pick up from her.
She began making a gentle moaning noise which made her throat vibrate and sent waves of pleasure through his dick. He lifted up in his seat a little—“oh wow.” She then began pressing her lips all the way to his body and then slowing pulling up until the head of his cock was barely touching her lips. She then swallowed it down to the base again, repeating this process a handful of times before she ultimately stayed down on him—her lips pressed tightly against his body with his aching cock all the way in her throat. I could hear her breathing through her nose and Cap was now squirming lightly underneath her. She lifted off of him and looked back at me, smiling. “Give me your hand,” she said. This is why I spent time with Jo when I could. She always had something crazy for me to do or be a part of and even though I couldn’t be so gutsy all the time, I definitely could do it while I was with her.
I stuck my hand out and scooted closer to her in the backseat. She took my hand and put it inside Cap’s pants on his balls. They were big and warm and I could feel them tighten underneath my touch. “You rub and I suck,” she said, disappearing into his lap again. I rolled his balls around in my hand, watching his face closely as Jo deep-throated his cock. His eyes were closed, a small smile painted on his lips, and his head was lying back against the seat. I could hear Jo purring, moaning, her head shaking from side to side at first slowly but then more quickly. I squeezed his balls gently as she continued to deep throat him, not coming off of his member at all. He cracked one eye and glanced over, first at Jo in his lap and then at me. He closed his eye again and filled his fingers with Jo’s hair as he pushed her head down with his hand. “Swallow it,” he commanded, as he began to orgasm. I slipped one of my fingers into Jo’s mouth as he was coming, just so I could feel his cock aching, pushing out seed with each surge. When we were done, I pulled my hand away and Jo sat up, wiped her mouth and smiled.
Cap zipped up and put his hand on Jo’s leg. “Remember the first time you did that to me?” he recalled. “We were flying overseas and it was such a long flight. Every time you brought me something in the cock pit you made my dick so hard. That fucking mouth of yours,” he reminisced to her, indicating to me that they were frequent fliers together. “You’re so good,” he said, a look of pure satisfaction on his face.
“They don’t call me the Queen of the Sky for nothin,” she said, reapplying her lipstick.
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