Chapter 8: The Astronaut (Harvey)
I was pushing the cart down the aisle, asking my same questions over and over; “do you want a drink?”, “can I get you anything?”, “do you have any trash I can take?” and things like that. It was monotonous and it was boring and the worst part was, I was half way through the aisle and had yet to see a decent looking man. Finding handsome men on the flight and pulling them back to the fun-cabin was really the only thing keeping me at this job. That and seeing cool places, of course.
My best friend had told me I was basically a legal prostitute, something I laughed at because it was kind of true. I got paid to fly and serve people, yes, but I also tried to party and fuck as many dudes as I could while working, so she wasn’t wrong. I was living it up while I was still young and I had no regrets.
Today, though, my only regret was not refilling my fun pills before taking off. The flight was boring and mostly women and my hopes were dwindling quickly as I pushed the cart forward, now just a handful of rows and business class remaining. This wasn’t an international flight so it was short and all I could hope for was the time to pass quickly now.
I pulled the curtain back to business class and pushed the cart forward. Sitting the back row next to the window was a man who caught my attention. He had his hair cut short, military-style. His shoulders were back and his hands were resting on top of one another in his lap and he was looking straight forward. He wore khaki colored pants with camel colored boots and a dark gray V-neck t-shirt. Everything about him screamed military—his body language, clothes and hair. I was beginning to get excited. But he was sitting next to another person, a younger gentleman that looked to be in his early 20s. How was I going to get the attention of one without the attention of the other?
I leaned in and they both looked at me. The man was handsome as hell. He had dark eyes and the brightest white teeth. He had lines around his eyes, indicating to me he must’ve been in his fifties. But his body was large and muscular, and I could see the definition of his chest through his t-shirt. I felt my body grow warm as he smiled at me. I looked to the gentleman next to him and could immediately see that it was his son. They had the same facial structure and even similar body language. They were both handsome but I was drawn to the older gentleman, like I usually was.
I made small talk with them about the flight and their beverage preference but the more that I interacted with them I began to feel like I knew the older gentleman from somewhere. He looked familiar and even his voice sounded familiar, too. With no opening and no reason to pull him to the back and make a move, I pressed on, heading down into the cockpit after getting to the rest of the business class passengers.
“Hey Captain,” I said, kneeling between the two Captain’s chairs, speaking specifically to Captain Ben. “Do you happen to know the gentleman in business class in the last row?” Captain Ben pulled his headset off and turned to be with a big grin on his face. “Found some prey, did ya?” he asked, still grinning. I put my hand on his thigh and squeezed. “Just tell me!” I said, smiling back at him. He knew me well; we were cut from the same cloth. He began rubbing his chin with his hands, looking off into the sky for a moment. Before each flight Captain Ben liked to come out of the cockpit and survey all the passengers, shaking hands with some and making small talk with others. I never knew if he did this because he was looking for someone in particular or if he liked the applaud that most passengers always gave him. Either way, I knew he’d know if there was someone of importance on the flight.
He sat up in his seat as if a lightbulb had gone off in his mind. “Oh,” he said looking at me with virtually no expression. He narrowed his eyes on me and then said again, “Ooh.” I stood up. “What?” I questioned his second “Ooh” and wondered even more now who the sexy military man was.
“I knew you liked them in their 40’s because you like me but I didn’t know you like them older than that,” Captain Ben teased me, clearly knowing just who I was referencing. “Okay first of all,” I said, l leaning down over the Captain, my ample cleavage almost spilling into his face, “I don’t like you. I love you, baby, you know that,” and I planted a kiss on his lips. “But now you need to tell me who that man is so I can get laid.” Captain Ben smirked. We had an ongoing sexual relationship despite the fact that he had relationships with a lot of girls. I really didn’t care. He had a nice dick; he knew how to fuck and he went down on me with a skill set you wouldn’t believe. “Sooo,” I said, crossing my arms and growing impatient.
“That’s Colonel Harvey,” he said, leaning back in his chair, waiting for my reaction.
“Okay so he is in the military,” I was still confused as to how a military man seemed familiar to me. Captain Ben smiled watching me try to place where I knew this man from. It was beginning to irritate me that he was having so much fun, as I always helped him pull in girls when he asked. “Out with it,” I said, punching him in the arm. Oh, his arm was solid. I began thinking if I couldn’t pull this Colonel maybe I’d see if Ben wanted company after the flight.
“He was in the military but I bet you know him from TV. He’s an astronaut. He’s been in space, what?” Captain Ben turned to the other Pilot Jack who was trying his hardest to ignore us. “A handful of times at least, and anyways, he’s with his son and he’s married,” Jack said, irritated by us both. I looked back at Ben and smiled. “Go get him,” Ben said. “I didn’t get to talk to him before the flight. Say I want to meet him.” I kissed Ben again, “thanks, wingman,” I said.
I pulled the curtain closed behind me and stepped down to the main aisle and entered business class. I walked to the Colonel and his son and leaned in, making sure my breasts were spilling out into their faces, too.
“Colonel Harvey, it’s a pleasure having you fly with us today. The Pilots would love to meet you. Would you like to come to the cockpit with me?” His son put in ear pods, leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. Stuff like this probably happened pretty often and he seemed bored with the fact that everyone fell at his father’s feet constantly. But if it meant he wasn’t going to be a cock-block tag-a-long, I was fine with it.
The Colonel obliged and followed me up. I hope Captain Ben had a plan because at this point, I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. I could smell Harvey’s skin as he stood up, the scent of soap and cologne rushing forward through the air. When we got to the cockpit, Captain Ben was standing up, the men exchanged handshakes and small talk, Ben being the most complimentary and kind gentleman I’d ever see him be. What a damn good wingman he was being! At the end of their talk, Ben suggested that John–Colonel Harvey offered to us that we call him John, his first name—follow me to the back of the plane to meet one of the other flight attendants, who was a huge Space and NASA nut. I couldn’t tell if John wanted to do it for Ben or if he genuinely was interested but he followed me back. I moved my hips when I walked, making sure my plump bottom shook slightly with each step. I could feel myself grow moist as John walked behind me.
When we got to the back of the plane, John looked around and saw no one. I smiled at him and the look of confusion that briefly painted his face now melted away. I pulled my blouse free from my skirt and unbuttoned it. I took my hat off and pulled the pin from my bun, letting my long blonde hair fall down around my breasts, which were barely covered by a lace see-through bra. “What are you doing?” John asked, looking puzzled and his cheeks began to turn red. I stepped into him so that my breasts were pressed against his body. I tilted my head back slightly as I spoke: “I’m your biggest fan, Colonel.”
Maybe the excitement of his space journeys had worn off and he was getting less attention from women, maybe his wife didn’t see him as the cool space man or maybe he was just really horny. I didn’t know what it was but I was surprised when he responded not with words but with a hand around the back of my waist. He pulled me into him with one strong arm and kissed me, deeply. His lips were surprisingly soft and he was an amazing kisser. He lifted me up with the same arm—God he was so strong—and set me on the extra refreshment cart that was shoved off in the back of the plane. He pushed my skirt up with his free hands and before I could even get my bra all the way off, he had his erect cock out of his pants and was pulling my panties aside.
“Oh,” I moaned as he pushed his pulsing cock into wet hole. “I can’t believe I’m fucking a man who’s been in space,” I said moaned to him as he kissed my neck while fucking me. “Mmm,” he moaned gently while he tasted my skin, my legs so far apart for him that I thought my hips would break. He was pumping his thick cock into me fairly quickly, the refreshment cart rattled as my heels banged against it with each pump. “You’re so wet,” he whispered to me, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. For a moment our eyes locked and I felt my nipples get hard, my arms and legs felt tingly. I almost felt connected to this sexy space man. He must’ve felt it too because he lifted me up and turned me around, bent me over the cart and started fucking me doggy style. He had moves for his age and he also was well hung and knew how to use it. Yummy.
I felt him slip a finger between my lips and strum my clit while his member went in and out of my pussy. Most men didn’t know that the clit wanted attention during sex and his knowledge both surprised me and turned me on. I felt myself grow close to orgasm as he rubbed my clit, slimy with my own juices, over and over. I began orgasming, my cunt clamping down on his dick, practically swallowing it as I came. He continued pushing his member into me while I came and when I was done, he turned me back around and pushed his six-inch dick into mouth just in time to come in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his head tightly as he released into me, warm and sweet cum. I looked up at him as he was finishing, sweat on his forehead and a look of pure ecstasy on his face.
When he was finished, I spit into an empty coke can on the cart and tucked my blouse back in. “You can tell your Pilot that his help worked,” John said, winking to me. He kissed me on the cheek and walked back to his seat. If he turned around to look back at me, I didn’t see it. I stayed behind the curtain in the attendant’s area and fell into one of the seats, still reeling from my fantastic fuck session with the most gorgeous, strongest, sexiest man I’d ever seen.
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