[Mf] I Was Seduced And Brought Back To Flight Attendants House After Flight This Past Thurs Afternoon

So, after almost 9 years of smut on Reddit, I think this may be my last “naughty” post. I just miss the more amateur feel of it, and seeing most of the Gonewild section, and numerous other subreddits turn into self promotions for OF accounts. Hats of to those who still are real amateur freaks. U are few and far between now. I’ll continue to use Reddit of course, but not under this account.

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This past Thurs I had to take a trip to the Southeast to visit a family member for his birthday. On the routine San Diego to Dallas flight (which I have taken probably 6 times in the past 15 months) I had a nice surprise. In all honesty, I was a bit bummed with all the travel that I hadn’t been lucky enough to get a nice looking girl in my row in all the flying I’ve done recently. And to make things worse, a good friend was just telling me last month how he had some naughty fun with a girl sitting next to him on his trip from the Midwest back home to AZ.

I was one of the last to board the mid-morning flight to Dallas earlier this week. The plane was full and I had a window seat. I sit down, and there was a seat between me and a late 50 something year old guy that was on the isle. As I was shuffling around and putting my wallet and phone in the seatback in front of me, I hear a lively voice exclaiming, “oh that is my seat right there, right in between you guys, ill try and take up as much room as possible.” So I could tell right away she had a sense of humor and wasn’t shy. Then I notice her attire. Dark blue one-piece flight attendant uniform, no pins tho, dark stockings and about 3-4″ wheels, so I assume she finished a flight and is deadheading somewhere.

Right after she sits down dude on the isle perks right up all loud and boisterous talking about some stupid shit or whatever. I’m quite the opposite in personality so I just let him do his chatterbox thing and she turned to me after about a minute or two. As we get in the air, isle guy opens up a magazine and is reading about retirement stocks and all the financial stuff. “J” and I are talking about our past and how she’s going back home from visiting her family. Long story short, she is about 5 years younger than me (I am 40) and that we went to neighboring high schools etc.

Not going to lie, her chattiness was wearing on me a bit as we got longer into the flight but she was good looking and with about an hour to go, she looks around and reaches into her purse and pours White Claw’s into our cups. Thought that was pretty ballsy for an off-duty flight attendant to do that (says that’s why she wears her uniform when not working), but she shared it with me, so I didn’t care. We have alot in common and she’s telling me before she started flying she was a dancer and was on various SoCal cheerleading and dance squads. 3 White Claw’s later, we are in the last hour of flight and I mention to her that I have a 3+ layover in Dallas before my next flight to Atlanta. She mentions that she lives less than 10 minutes away from the airport. Sensing the invite I ask if she knows any good places that are close to the airport that I/we can get a drink and/or dinner to kill my layover time. She responds, “Yes, of course I do. We’ll go do something and make sure you are back at the airport by the time you need to be.”

Also of note, that day I decided to dress really comfortable. White long-sleeved cotton gauze henley shirt, light beige linen LRG shorts, Vans and Bn3th boxers. I have to say, when I have one leg cocked up onto my knee, the linen shorts expose my bulge rather obviously. After the 2nd White Claw, J looks down and mentions something about it. I looked at her and just kind of smirked.

We get out of the plane, get to employee parking and we’re at her condo 10 minute later. She goes right for the fridge and gets me a Corona along with one for her and goes into her bedroom to change out of her formal attire, but not before walking out to the couch I was on to ask me to unzip the back of her dress, which she dropped to the floor to let me know that the stockings she had on weren’t just normal ones, they were the super sexy garter stockings.

She came back out of her room in some comfortable white cutoff jean shorts and a black tanktop. We are drinking Bs’ing in her living room for 30 min or-so then she starts mentioning her dance routines. I said, “of course I’d like to see your dance moves.” She goes back in her room and comes back out in a black/tan Kimono. Put on a tune of which I can’t remember now, but starts dancing and I can tell she was/is a dancer. As she proceeds to lean over her piano, she pulls her leg back from her ankle almost up to her ear and exposes her super sexy black thong she had on under. By this time, I’m getting hard and massaging my cock through my shorts while sitting on her couch. She then crawls over to me and starts massaging me through my shorts. I stand up to take off my shorts and she says in a teasing voice, “Hold on, let me get my measuring tape.” I’m standing there with my shorts and boxers around my ankles and she breaks out this seamstress measuring tape and starts measuring my half hard cock in the most coy/teasing way. After a few minutes of that it goes from 5 inches semi-hard to almost 7 inches, much to her, and my welcome.

She starts kissing my tip and sucking me off and it feels great. I come 10 minutes later all over her upper chest and chin.
I”m looking at the clock and I have like an hour, but I’m having way too much fun. So, I check flights to Atlanta and see there is one the next morning at 10a, so I call my relative and let them know that I got stuck in Dallas and that I”d have to see them in the morning, which they were fine with. :D

We go to her local neighborhood bar/restaurant and have another couple drinks and head back to her place and fuck like crazy. I wake up the next morning with a cracking headache, which luckily went mostly away after a couple bottles of water but I was still groggy and exhausted after 4 hours of sleep, max. I grab my shit and get dressed and call an Uber.

I tell the decent looking older Uber driver lady of my night and her jaw dropped. Said, “after 3 years of driving I can’t say I’ve heard that story before.”

I made it to my destination tired, but relaxed and in disbelief of my past 20 hours of traveling across the US.

J and I have been texting, and tbh, I’m not sure if I’ll see her again due to her knack of partying and drinking, but it was a great memory and story. Hope you enjoyed it.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/pirzci/mf_i_was_seduced_and_brought_back_to_flight