The Red Eye Flight [non-consent] [public] [m/f] [mile high club]

“Goddammit,” I said, hitting the blunt. “I do *not* want to take this flight tonight.” I exhaled and a cloud of thick smoke filled the car. The cracked windows yanked most of the smoke out into the night air, but a thick mass of scent remained. I passed the partially smoked cigar up to my Uber driver, Tony.

“Legit, man,” he consorted. His words were creaky as spoke, holding the smoke in his lungs. “Long flight?”

“Yeah, like 5 hours or so. At least it’s direct. I can’t hub in Denver anymore. That tram annoys me to no end.” Tony hit it again at my insistence. I was already crazy high. Completely flaking on the fact that I even *had* the blunt on me, I was fortunate to have had a late night driver who smoked. Otherwise it would’ve ended up in the trash outside the airport drop-off area.

“Cool, yeah. You comfy back there? Air okay?” He said, a little dazed. I appreciated his commitment to his job, even as I was encouraging him to ignore its restrictions. “For sure, man. Feelin’ great, really,” I laughed.

We were pulling up to the airport and quickly hitting the blunt as it neared the end. I gave him the last of it as I opened the door. “Have a good night,” I said to him, handing him a $20.

“You too, bro! Thanks for the smoke!” He smiled and winked. “Have fun in Cali!”

“Thanks,” I said, grabbing my bag. I gave him 5 stars on the app and another $3 tip digitally as I exited the car and headed for the electronic doors.

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An hour or so, a paranoia-filled security stop and a way-too-good Cinnabon later, I got to my seat in Business Class, relieved. End of the row, right next to the bathroom, I was pleased. Getting off the plane would be a snail crawl, but having a bit of privacy and easy bathroom access made it worth it. I was still really baked.

It was coming up on 2 a.m., and most of the passengers on the sparsely populated flight immediately set up for sleep. I was surprisingly awake, so I opened my iPad to pick up where I left off in *Swan Song.*

To my right, I saw a stewardess sit down in the empty row next to mine. She was absolutely stunning. About 5’6,” she had brilliantly blue eyes, platinum blonde, shoulder length hair in a soft wave, and a deliciously curvy frame. Her breasts were quite large and sat firmly on her chest, pressed against her navy blue uniform. She had a gentle curve to her hips and ass, giving her a very top-heavy hourglass shape. Her miniskirt looked unusually short for a uniform, but her toned, golden tanned legs looked dynamite in it. She turned to me and made a *Shhhh* gesture with her finger to her lips. I smiled and quietly laughed a bit, nodding.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered, winking. She laid down across two seats, her hands folded up under her head in a makeshift pillow. She kicked her slip-on shoes off and curled up to catch a few covert z’s.

She seemed to immediately drift off. It was so quiet I could hear her rhythmic breathing softly rise and fall. Lying on her side, her ass was pointed toward me. She shifted around a little, spreading her legs a bit. The action caused her short skirt to ride up a bit, and it became quite clear that she no underwear on.

I could see just the edge of one of her pussy lips, its pink softness glistening. She was wet. Instantly, my cock responded, firming up. Her pussy seemed to glow in the low light of the airplane’s cabin. There were no other passengers for a few rows, so I slipped into the empty seat at the opposite end of my row to get a better look.

Her legs slipped open further in a mindless gesture, exposing almost all of her vagina. Fully shaved. Her lips were perfectly almond shaped, her pronounced clit rising slightly near the top of the crest. Lying on her side as she was, her pussy looked almost like an eye looking at me. Whether it was accusatory or inviting was not clear; but its velvety-looking curves had my full attention. I unzipped my pants, unsheathing my 9” in all its vein-covered splendor. It popped out of my jeans like a jack-in-the-box, wiggling slightly.

I craned my neck over the seats like a meerkat, checking the privacy of the situation. I could see another stewardess at the very front of the section, nearly 30 rows away. She was illuminated slightly via a book light attached to a paperback in her hand, seemingly engrossed. The rest of the plane sat in near silence, the only sound the buzzing hum of the plane’s engine.

I slyly reached across the seat and rested my hand on the opposite row’s outer armrest. I paused, my body stretched partially across the row in an awkward position. I had my left hand on the base of my cock, stroking slightly. Her foot was inches away from my right hand, and I reached out to test her sensitivity. Lightly, I brushed along her ankle and lower calf with my fingers. She stirred and make a small sighing noise. I retracted back to my side and pulled my T-shirt over my rock-hard cock in a pathetic attempt to cover it.

She seemed to go right back into her slumber, but I waited a few minutes. I stroked myself and continued to look at her still exposed pussy, her wetness increasing. A small line of her sweetness had slipped from her labia down her leg. I could see it in the din, selectively illuminating her exposed slit. She must have been having a hot dream. I was so turned on.

I reached over again, checking our privacy on the way, this time resting my hand on her leg and leaving it there. She stirred a little, but relaxed again. I began to stroke her leg gently, caressing her smooth calves and outer leg in fluid, long motions. She moaned again softly and turned into the touch, rolling over to lie on her back. She spread her legs and turned her head to the side. Her mouth was open and she snored softly. It was adorable.

I had pulled my hand away when she moved, but returned it to her inner calf, leaving it there to let her sleeping body warm up to it. She breathed rhythmically. Out cold.

Feeling bolder, I began to caress a clear path towards her glistening clit. I rubbed her inner leg, almost testing her. I pushed a little harder with my thumb into her muscle and massaged, working a line towards her groin. She didn’t move, apart from her amole chest rising and falling. As I neared her outer labia, I softened my touch. With my index finger, I began caressing her outer lips. My fingers immediately became wet and her body moved to meet my touch. Unintentionally, the motion caused my finger to connect with her clit much sooner than I had planned. She twitched, and stirred awake, sitting up in her seat. She gazed at me with confused eyes.

She was about to call out, when she stopped herself. She looked me in the eyes and turned her lips up into a sexy sneer. She motioned for me to join her on her side with motion of her index finger. I did, eagerly.

She righted herself in the seat and came very close to me. Our noses were touching. She looked down at my exposed cock and grabbed it, rubbing the collected pre-cum over the head. I went in to kiss her, but she pulled away. We smiled at each other. She reached up and took both my face in her hands, tilted my neck and opened her mouth to kiss me. I leaned in, but at the last second before contact she pushed my head down into her lap. She spread her legs and slid back against the window in the same motion, bringing me directly into her crotch. I stuck my tongue out on the way, and connected with her clit on the first swath.

She put a hand over her mouth to silence her moans, the other firmly knotted into my hair, pulling me closer. I licked at her engorged bean with purpose, working a circular motion on it. Her juices were flowing freely now, saturating my full beard with her delicious, citrusy aroma. I brought up two fingers and easily slid them into her damp slit, a wet sound announcing it. I licked speedily up and down her clit while I finger-fucked her. She rode my face and ground her pelvis into me, covering her face tightly to quell the pleasured noises.

I could tell she was getting close, so I then switched and began to fuck her with my tongue, feverishly rubbing her clit. Sopping wet, her pussy had drenched her ass. I used the lubrication to add a finger into her ass, feeling it against my tongue as I pushed in and tickled her g-spot from two angles. She was in ecstasy and shuddered in spasms until she locked up for a brief second. Immediately, she burst and gushes of liquid erupted from her pussy, covering me and my shirt. I swallowed and lapped up the unique brew, a musty, lemony flavor. It dribbled down in a syrupy stream from my chin onto the seat. After a few moments of gentle, careful laps, her twitching slowed and eventually ceased altogether. She fell back against the window, beat.

I kissed her legs and righted myself in the chair, wiping my face with my hands. I caressed her leg and rubbed her pussy lips again. She smiled contentedly, each touch eliciting a fresh series of spasms and soft moans. She moved my hand gingerly away, and leaned into me to cuddle in the crook of my arm.

I closed my eyes and caressed her hair in long strokes, rubbing her shoulders and occasionally grabbing her breast in the process. She lifted her head up to kiss me, but again diverted her motion and dropped her mouth down on my still-hard cock, taking almost all of it right away. She left her mouth there for a moment and let her drool spool down over the base of my dick. It quickly pooled and flowed over my balls, my cock fully saturated from her mouth. She sucked hard on the way back up, pulling out bits of pre-cum and drinking them down. My head popped audibly from her mouth, and she began licking and lightly biting my head. The two actions would increase and dull my sensitivity in kind, the pressure in my balls mounting already. Quickly, she started bobbing up and down on my cock expertly. My balls tightened and I felt like I was going to explode. The feeling too good, I forced her head down on my 9” all the way, my cock’s tip touching her gag reflex. She pulled her head off and almost coughed, but put her hand up to her mouth to stop it from expelling sound into the sleepy cabin.

She gave me a sly look, another sexy smile and jerked me off slightly. I had been rubbing her clit as she blew me, and her still saturated pussy was puffy with arousal. She went to suck me again, but I pulled her head up and made an oval gesture with my index finger. She understood the nonverbal *”turn around”* communication, and gleefully turned her face to the window, her ass displayed high off of the seat. I got on my knees in the seat and adjusted my body accordingly.

I then started to rub my cock on her clit and lips from behind, her wetness and mine coalescing into one. She pushed back, trying to force my cock in, but I retracted, and made her wait. She looked back up me in a faux, silent expression of *”come ON”* and I giggled quietly. I lined up my cock with her sweet pinkness and placed the tip at her opening.

All at once, I thrust forward, filling her tight walls with my veined beast. She uttered an audible *”Hnnnnnggg”* and I paused briefly to make sure no one heard us. While I looked over the seats and around the airplane, she pushed back on my cock repeatedly, fucking me to the balls while she waited for me to take over. I did, then.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust forward and filled her completely. I put my foot on the seat next to her to give myself more leverage, and plowed her again and again with force. Her wetness made squishing sounds as I dug deep, her pussy lubricated beyond necessity.

I started to get a little tired, so I sat back on my chair, my cock an erect upwards arrow. The stewardess took the cue and threw her leg over the edge of the aisle and straddled me, impaling herself on my thickness.

She rode me hard, the action making her breasts bounce wildly. I pulled her shirt open and exposed them for the first time. Her huge nipples were pointy and hard, jumping up and down before my eyes. I reached my hands up and grabbed both of her upper C cup tits, aiming each nipple toward my face. She rode me like a mechanical bull as I alternated sucking each of nipples. I would draw deeply on them, eliciting a slightly bitter liquid. I would drink it down, lick the nipple and switch, kneading her tits all the while.

Her tight, hugging pussy walls were rapidly pulling my load from deep within my balls. I could again feel them tightening and pulling close to my pelvis, ready to burst. I then increased the speed of my thrusts, the stewardess knowing exactly what to do. She jumped off of my cock and got on her knees on the floor, once again taking cock into her mouth and sucking it lovingly.

She massaged my balls as she took my full length into her mouth and out again, jerking my cock following her lips’ motion. I grabbed her head and began bucking into her face. She gave up control and let me use her mouth. The feeling was incredible. All at once, she pulled her mouth off my cock and started jerking it firmly, her mouth agape. I could feel the cum building up.

All at once my cock erupted. Aimed at her face, it shot torrents of thick white jizz into her opened mouth, landing with squishy plops. Ropy, viscous jets of cum fired wildly into her mouth and onto her face and chin. One rogue spasm jutted madly and shot into her hair. Despite the misfires, my balls had produced a healthy pool on her tongue.

As the twitches of sperm began to subside, she took me in her mouth again and squeezed my cock from the base up with her hand, getting all the last bits. After a minute or so of this, the sensitivity began to overtake me and I pushed her off my cock gently. She took her finger and started collecting the bits of cum from her face and chin, adding it to the huge cum pool sliding around her tongue. It was a scenario I’d watched in maybe a thousand PornHub videos, but holy fuck it was far hotter in person.

After she’d taken it all in. She opened her mouth and tilted her head back. She gargled quietly and I watched as the white sea of my cum frothed and churned in between her lips. She blew a bubble with the cum, it popped and dissipated into tinier particles across her lips in a spray. Realizing she might lose some, she made a point show me once more before she swallowed it all down in one large gulp. She licked her lips, sucked a few more drops from my tip and swallowed that, too. I fell back into the seat and watched her carefully lick and clean up my shrinking cock with her tongue. When it was fully tiny again, she put it back in my pants with a frown.

She stood up, righted herself, and said “I’m sorry sir, I think you’re in the wrong seat.” Perfectly professional, as if none of this had happened.

“Oh, I uh..right, okay.” I stammered, getting up and heading back to my seat. My shirt was drenched in her squirt still, and she was acting like we never met.

“Thank you, sir. Hope you’re enjoying your flight,” she said, with a small, practices tip of her head. It was surreal. “Make sure you put on your seatbelt,” she smiled robotically.

“Uh, yeah, sure,” I said, in an odd combination of post-orgasmic bliss and genuine confusion as to her current behavior.

She nodded and walked to the front of the cabin, taking a seat next to the other stewardess. I watched as they conversed for a moment, the other stewardess looking back at me and smiling, giggling. I hadn’t really gotten a good look at her before, but she was also a stunner.

She stood up and I could fully take her in. She was taller, almost 6’ and was of Middle Eastern descent. She was similarly large chested and had an even curvier ass. Her hair was very long and a dark, glossy black. It fell down over her shoulders and draped beyond the bottom of her enormous breasts, swaying in the light breeze created by her catwalk power strut.

She got a few rows away from me and fully removed her navy blouse, exposing her chest. She had not worn a bra, and her dark brown tits fell out and bounced slightly with her motions. Her pink, hardened nipples were sand dollar sized, pointed and expressive. She smiled coyly and stopped two rows from me.

I looked down at my cock. It was rigid as a board. “Magic,” I thought to myself. I gave her a sexy sneer and motioned with my hand. *”C’mere,”* I said, silently.

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