The Mile High Club, Chapter 4 [NSFW]

Chapter 4: The Lucky One (Melissa)

I woke up, my heart racing in my chest, not knowing the time or day. How long had I been asleep? I pulled the cover off my eyes and blinked wildly, trying to absorb my surroundings in hopes of having an epiphany about where I was and what had happened. The room was almost completely black but for a small stream of vertical yellow light wafting in from across the room. I stood up—I had been lying in a bed—and crept to the light. It was sunlight coming in a curtain. I grabbed the old curtain and drug it back—the whirring sound that came from the curtain rod made my head pound. I could see I was in the hotel right off the airport because when I looked out the window, I saw the airport. *Okay,* I said to myself*, now at least I know I’m safe.* I turned around and rubbed my eyes, trying to now see into the dark room. There was a large bed in the center, none of the covers were on it, and the rest was standard crappy hotel room. Dresser, TV, small table and chair. I didn’t see any luggage or clothing anywhere. I looked over at the nightstand by the bed to see if my purse was there and then I spotted a piece of paper that I could see had writing on it. I went to it and opened it.

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*Had to catch my flight, didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for another great night. Can’t wait to see you next time. Love Captain Armand.*

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Armand. I sat down on the edge of the bed and held my head in my hands. I was having memories flood in now, so fast and disorganized that I felt overwhelmed. I laid back down in the bed, spinning from the hangover and all the thoughts racing in my mind. I remembered Armand. We had flown together a few times. He was a very sexy, mysterious Captain with curly dark hair that he greased back in a way that made women swoon. He had olive skin and dark eyes, was six foot tall with broad shoulders and a strong chest. His dark chest hair poked up out of his Pilot’s uniform and he always smelled like cologne. His teeth were so white and his stubble was always that perfect 1-day-after-shaving length. He was one of the sexiest Captains and all the flight attendants knew it.

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Okay so I was with Armand last night. I felt relieved being able to remember him and find the note—I knew I had at least been with someone safe last night. I reached down and felt myself—panties were on. That was always a good sign. I glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table. “7:02 AM”. I needed to get going because I was supposed to work a flight to Arizona today so I pulled myself out of bed and went to the bathroom and started the shower. I stood across from the mirror, analyzing my appearance. My eye make up was all rubbed off, both under my eyes and on the sides of my face. My light brown breast-length hair was a tangled mess and I noticed my uniform, which i was still wearing, was creased and had white powder all over the front blazer and lap of the skirt. I licked my finger and ran it down the white streaks and tasted it. It definitely wasn’t powdered sugar. I grabbed the garment bag from the closet and stripped down, hanging my uniform in the bag as I went. I stepped into the hot shower, the steam softening my skin and body, helping me wake up and recover from my confusing morning. I lathered up with cheap hotel soap, washing myself as well as I could, so I would feel recovered and refreshed from whatever it is I did last night.

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I stepped out of the shower and noticed my own toiletry bag sat on the edge of the sink. I hadn’t noticed it before but it was probably there. I wrapped the stiff towel around my soft naked body and walked the hotel room once more, seeing if I had any other belongings in the room. Then I spotted another note, stuck on the other closet door, which I hadn’t noticed before.

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I had your extra uniform steamed with mine last night. Its in the back of the closet and your bag is on the ground.

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Cap knew me well. I slid the second closet door back and there was a clean, navy blue pressed uniform and my small black carry -on, tucked neatly into the back of the closet as the note promised. I stood there, my naked body dripping all over the cheap, matted, hotel carpet, feeling quite lonely. I couldn’t remember much but what I did know was that the Captain knew I wouldn’t remember and wrote notes for me. I suddenly felt like I was quite bad off—I was such a mess that he knew and was trying to help me. I toweled off, dug through my bag for clean panties and a clean bra, combed my hair and slipped into my fresh uniform. I tied my hair behind me in a wet ponytail, tucked my cap under my arm, and slipped out of the room, dragging my carry on behind me.

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As I walked down the narrow hallway of the airport hotel I began having flashes of memory hit me like lightening. I could see myself taking lines of cocaine off of the stainless steel lavatory sink in the airplane, sharing mini bottles of whiskey with one of the other flight attendants, Jo, who loved to party. My feet felt heavy and loud as I continued making my way down the never-ending hallway. I saw myself kissing Armand on the neck from behind him, the glow of the cockpit illuminating his handsome face. Suddenly I reached down and felt of myself. *Sore.* I then remembered pulling Captain Armand to the lavatory and sitting in his lap, riding his length while his hand was firmly on the mouth, preventing me from squeezing with joy. Armand was well hung and knew how to use his cock.

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I finally made it to the elevator and walked in. The surge of dropping downward made my head spin and I became nauseous. I had a flash of the Captain giving me a piggy back ride to the hotel room. Line upon line we snorted from the table in the small room. My head pounded at the memory. I could almost feel Armands hand tangled up in my hair as he gently pulled me down onto his cock, me blowing him with such zest and passion that he came quickly for him. I smiled to myself. From what I could remember, we had fun. Perhaps I over did it but flying to stressful and lonely and life was about making the best of things. Which Armand and I always did when we flew together.

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The elevator came to a stop and the doors whizzed open. In the small lobby of the hotel were a few tables and small coffee and breakfast bar. Jo was sitting there, sipping a coffee and texting. I walked to her table and sat down. She looked up at me and grinned. “I was going to come and get you!” she said, setting her phone down and tossing back the rest of her coffee like it was a shot of tequila. “I’m still just trying to figure it all out,” I said, pulling my phone from the front pocket of my bag to check my messages. “We did our thing on the plane but you got to go back to the room with Captain A,” Jo had a grin from ear to ear. I was remembering now that Captain A was our white whale. He didn’t fly with us that frequently so when we saw him, we practically pulled his cock from his pants to swarm him. He was sexy and charming, elusive and mysterious, gentle and loving—he was the Captain we were all aching to see. “You finally snagged him,” Jo said, a look of envy on her face. “So what happened last night?” she asked, getting up and refilling her coffee and grabbing me a cup.

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I sipped the cup of coffee, the warmth of the caffeine illuminating my insides as I swallowed. I began recounting the evening to Jo, remembering more and more as I spoke.

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“We had fun on board. I fucked him in the lavatory. It was my first time actually fucking him, you know, because before it had only been like, hand jobs and stuff. God he’s talented. He’s got this crazy big cock and its thick and he knows just how to move his hips to push himself like, really into you. I remember orgasming in the bathroom and thinking, this is intense. Then I think we may have partied a little on board after the flight landed, waiting for the passengers to get off the plane.” Jo nodded, as if to say yes, and I continued. “He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me a bit and then we were at the hotel. We did coke and I remember blowing him. But it wasn’t like a sloppy drunk thing. I think it was pretty intense. He came really quick. And then,” I paused, feeling heat grow between my thighs as I remember this part, “he put me on the bed and he climbed onto me, completely naked. His body is like, this chiseled tan masterpiece. His hair was everywhere but fuck it was so sexy. He pushed into me and my whole body like, shuttered. He kissed me, like a real kiss, on the mouth. His tongue twirling around my gently and passionately as he pushed his length inside me and took it out, repeatedly. The momentum was slow but powerful and he whispered things to me as he fucked me. *You are beautiful. Your pussy is so tight.* Things like that. He gently sucked my breasts as he continued to push his rigid member in and out, slowly and at one point he was using his hand, rubbing my clit while he fucked me. I came on him and he came inside me.” I wanted to reach down and touch myself, to have a physical memory come back to me, but I was in the lobby and had to save that for later. Jo’s eyes were wide. We always shared these details with one another, especially about the Captains. “And after we finished, he rolled me over and his throbbing cock was pushed against my ass and he kissed me, on my neck and on my shoulder, just spooning me. We got dressed to go down to the bar but I think I felt sick. And I woke this morning, my uniform pressed in the closet and he was gone.”

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Jo and I sat in silence, both dreaming of Armand. She broke the silence—“well aren’t you the lucky one.”

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Snagging the elusive and hard to get Captain. I was the lucky one. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

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