Married pilot [M] gets seduced by a slutty stewardess [F] PART ONE

Hey guys, first time poster here…Hope you enjoy it, and let me know if you want a part two! I got a looooooot of stories from this job!

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I can’t help it, I’m a total slut. I mean, I hate the stereotype as much as the next person (we’ve all heard about the slutty stewardesses) but for this kind of thing, it’s the best job in the world. Constant new crew, constant new places, new hotels. It’s just so easy.

Anyway, I had a week stopover in Bangkok. I’d flown with this particular pilot once or twice before and we’d always had great banter and got on well. Some crew just disappear when you get downroute but there’s always a few who are up for a few beers and he was one of them. He wasn’t particularly good looking, definitely in his late forties, married with kids, terrible dress sense, the usual. Bit of a beer belly but the Australian accent is such a turn on that I could see past it.

Normally I’m quite good at working out if a guy wants to fuck me, they’re usually pretty open about it, especially after a few drinks. First the suggestive comments, then the wandering hands. Then it’s left up to me.

But this guy, Brett, he was a bit of a closed book. I’d seen him look over my body at the pool and he’d seemed embarrassed when I’d caught him looking. Unusual. So for the rest of the week, in Bangkok, where I spent most of my time in and out of the pool wearing a tiny red bikini, Brett seemed to be avoiding me. I’d send him texts to see if he wanted to join me and the other girls for drinks and he always refused. And his seeming lack of interest turned me on like crazy. I love a challenge.

I’d go up to my room and fantasise about calling him, talking dirty to him whilst I touched myself. Or that I’d show up at his door in a robe with nothing on underneath, letting it fall to the floor when I stepped in the room. Ask him why he’s been avoiding me, enjoy watching him stumble over his words before pushing him back on to the bed and making him watch me. My favorite position is to be on all fours with my pussy wide open facing the man as I slowly stroke myself. I must have made myself come at least twice a day just thinking about ways I could seduce him.

When I’d see him at the pool, I’d get wet just thinking about it, and I’d angle my body so I knew he was getting the best view of my tits, or my ass. But still, nothing. Not even a hint.

I guessed he wasn’t that interested and I won’t lie, my ego took a bit of a hit. I’m definitely used to getting what I want. Maybe I just wasn’t his type. Who am I kidding? Long dark hair, natural 32Ds, tiny waist, pert butt that I worked hard in the gym for. It frustrated the shit out of me.

A year later, we got rostered together again. This time off to Paris. As usual, on board, I kept my banter professional, but told him I was glad to see my favourite pilot, touching his arm playfully. Of course, I said that to all of them and they ate it up. I think that was what first made me realise the power I could have over these men, watching them turn to putty with just a few flattering remarks. It’d be embarrassing if the feeling of power wasn’t such a turn on to me. As usual, under my tight skirt, I wore holdups and a lace thong. We’d recently got new uniforms and the shirt was a loose fit which I normally wouldn’t choose, but actually it accentuated my waist and I knew that if I leaned forward, the V-shaped neckline hung low enough to afford more than just a glimpse of my tits, that I kept barely contained in a sheer three quarter cup bra. So when I handed him his coffee over the flight deck controls, I leaned forward, my tits close enough so that he could smell my perfume. He took the coffee and shifted awkwardly in his seat and I knew I’d made him uncomfortable. I smoothed my skirt down over my ass as I left and smiled to myself.

Of course, once we landed in Paris, it was the usual mad dash to the room to shower and change and meet in the hotel bar for a beer. There were around six of us meeting. I teased my hair in to loose curls and refreshed my makeup, opting for a high-neck jersey pencil dress and black heeled ankle boots. No panties.

Brett was already down there with the other pilot, both of them looking distinctly middle-aged with their button downs and cargo pants. I loved the feeling of their eyes on me as I approached, knowing that for them, it made them feel superior to all the other men in the bar. “Hello boys,” I beamed, squeezing my ass between them both, my thighs touching theirs.

“Alright gorgeous!” replied Andy.

Brett just said hello and picked up his beer. Noted.

The other girls trickled in one by one, each one of them as show-stoppingly gorgeous as the last. No wonder people envied pilots.

A few drinks in, we decided to head out to another bar. It was cold out but I’d only brought a leather jacket with me which didn’t really do much.

“Brett, I’m freezing!” I said, striding to catch up to him. I wrapped my arms around my shoulders, trying to look as helpless and cute as possible. New tactic.

Put it down to the booze or this doing it for him, either way, he put one arm around my shoulders and I clung to him as we walked to the next bar.

A few drinks later, as is always the way when pilots and flight attendants get together, the talk turned to sex. We went around the table, playing that dumb high school game, *I Have Never.*

As usual, the pilots were asking all the questions, us girls played it pretty tame. As if we’d care what two middle-aged married men get up to in the bedroom. Probably nothing. We all knew they wanted to know more about us, what we did, imagining us in all their dirty little scenarios.

Andy was the more vocal one, asking all the weird and hilarious questions. Brett seemed embarrassed and his first question was “Never have I ever licked another girl’s pussy.”

I drank.

I watched his neck turn red.

The girls giggled and Andy patted me on the head. “Never lets us down this one!”

I ran my boot up the side of Brett’s shin under the table.

“Well guys, I’m done in,” I said, standing up.

“Nooo, girl, stay for one more,” said my friend Natalie, but I shook my head and pulled on my jacket.

It was crunch time. Either he would, or he wouldn’t.

As the others got another round of drinks in, he stood up.

“I’ll walk back with you. I’m beat after today. Later Andy, goodnight ladies.”

I was in.

As we walked back towards the hotel, Brett cleared his throat.

“So was it true?” he said.

“What?”

“That, you know…”

I smiled.

“That I’ve licked pussy?”

He blushed as I said it out loud.

“One hundred percent true, Brett. Several times.” It’s not a lie.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

I felt my pussy contract under my dress. I could feel the slickness between my lips as I walked. Fuck it.

“You want to know what else I think you might find hot?”

He looked at me, his eyes suspicious but curious.

“Go on…”

“I’ve got no panties on, Brett.”

“Seriously?”

I grabbed his hand and put it on my ass, guiding it around the firm globes and finally towards the front. I was hot and I wondered if he could feel it through the fabric.

“Jesus.”

“I’ll do you one better. Do you know why I’m not wearing them?”

He shook his head, barely able to look at me. I noticed he’d kept his hand on my butt, cupping it and stroking it as we walked.

“Because I knew you’d be here and it turns me on.”

I stopped walking and pushed him against a shop doorway, kissing him hard. It took him by complete surprise and for a second he stood still as stone, his lips barely moving. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants and squeezed. He was hard. And he was big. Fuck yes.

He didn’t need any more encouragement. Kissing me back, he groped at my ass and pushed his other hand up under my jacket to start kneading my tits. My nipples hardened under his rough fingers.

“Do you like it rough?” I breathed in to his mouth.

He twisted my hair around his hand in reply.

I let one hand drop to the hem of my dress and quickly checking the street to make sure we were alone, I ran a finger along my aching wet slit. My clit tingled as I touched it.

Then, I broke away from Brett and his hands and traced my juices across his lips. He groaned as he sucked on my finger.

“Let’s go,” I said.

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