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I am a real Flight Attendant for a Major US Airline but what you wouldn’t know from your flight with me is that I am also an admitted exhibitionist, addicted really. My acted-out fantasy, my passion, is stripping from my uniform, dancing naked, and then masturbating to orgasm while being watched by a man or even a group of men if I can arrange it.
As a new hire flight attendant, I started out masturbating on my layovers for male flight attendants and pilots on my crew. As my confidence increased, I got bolder and, on one flight, even entertained my pilots while on my rest break with a visit to the cockpit on the long all-nighter to Europe.
I had only been to the cockpit twice before on international trips and found the pilots to be very nice. I was, admittedly, flirtatious with them as they were with me. I got the impression they enjoyed the diversion of having a pretty young flight attendant visit them on the long flight. We got into some turbulence and I teasingly said something about feeling my boobs shaking.
“I’m trying to picture that.” the right seat pilot said only half teasing.
“Oh, you are. And how’s that going?” I said laughing in return.
“My imagination is only overshadowed by my curiosity.” he came right back. I looked back at the cockpit door. ”
So that door is locked? No one will come in?”
“Only if we let them and that’s not going to happen. The stage is yours, pretty lady.”
The pilots twisted in their seats when I started unbuttoning my blouse. One of them turned up the cockpit lights and then dimmed them slightly. It was perfect. When I stripped from my bra, one of the pilots took it and hung it over his control wheel. What a sight that was! Then I leaned forward between them and, sure enough, my boobs jiggled in even the slightest bumps.
One of them said, “I think this is the only time in my flying career that I actually wished for more turbulence.”
The other pilot, the one in the right seat (the Captain was on his break) pointed to his control column and said, “Something’s wrong with this picture.”
“Maybe I can help,” I said, and stripped completely nude using the jump seat to sit when I needed it. It was exhilarating being naked in the cockpit of a big airliner with just the slightest hint of an impending sunrise illuminating my body.
They had me halfway straddle the back of the center console to position my body more forward. It caused my legs to spread pretty far apart as I arched forward between them holding on to the back of their seats. I was like a Greek goddess at the bow of an ancient sailing ship.
A flashlight shined on my pubes. “Perfect might be an overused word but, Damn, Yvonne! Perfection is what I’m seeing.”
The other pilot said, “Damn is right. I love a good landing strip. It’s the perfect introduction to a nice pussy. And from what I can make out, yours is very, very nice.”
“I guess a pilot would like a good landing strip,” I said.
“The jump seat is all yours if you like.”
I sat down. “Here put your feet up here.” the right seat pilot said as he pointed to the cushioned back of the console.
I put my legs up and they both twisted further in their seats, the sunrise happening quickly as the plane raced eastward toward the rapidly brightening horizon.
“Go on. That’s a pretty comfy jump seat as they go. Sit back, relax your body. Here. Put that pillow under your back.”
As an exhibitionist, I was very excited because of where I was, but I also felt very comfortable. I let my legs rest open and used my fingers to start moving and pulling on parts of my pussy to show it off getting bolder in reaction to my pilots’ expressions of awe and approval.
When I pulled the skin up to unhood my prominent clit and traced circles around it with my middle finger, I heard, “Please don’t stop.” So I didn’t!
Reclining in the cockpit jump seat and masturbating to orgasm is something I’ll never forget. Nor will I forget the curious look the purser gave me when I left. I imagine my appearance had changed post masturbation and orgasm, exactly how I wasn’t sure. There’s no way she would know for sure anything naughty happened I convinced myself.
So whether it’s for male flight attendants, pilots, or someone I meet on my layover, being watched while masturbating is my favorite way of sexually expressing and satisfying myself. But playing the role of a sexy stewardess who strips from her uniform, dances in heels and lacy thigh high stockings and then lies back and engages her fingers to show you unhooded clit and labia spread views of her pussy before performing a fast fingering, boob jiggling masturbation to orgasm is, for me, the ultimate exhibitionist fantasy.
The perfect fulfillment of this ultimate fantasy, for me, is to perform for a complete stranger on a layover and that first happened for me on a Seattle trip where I befriended a hotel bartender and, after sipping on my fantasy mind’s releasing elixir, Tequila, I revealed to him my exhibitionist fantasy. He said he would love to watch me so I kept him company until he got off work and then showed him to my room. I invited him to sit in a chair and, with a constant smile on my face, stripped from my uniform, my panties and my bra down to just my heels. Watching his eyes study my nude body as I danced in a sexy Latina style close in front of him was such a turn on that I felt and saw my nipples harden which caused wonderfully warm chills to encircle my clit. My extended right middle finger responded to give a preview of the intimate and pleasurable interaction I was about to have with my body.
In that erotic moment, my fantasy mind was elated because it knew that I was about to share the intimate act of self- pleasure with a man that I’d met only a few hours earlier. Not wanting to change anything, I stayed standing and engaged my clit and masturbated until a surprisingly strong pre-orgasmic tremor buckled my knees forcing me onto the bed where I didn’t last another minute.
My climax was so strong, it was like every hormone in my body engaged to produce an orgasm so powerful that it caused my body to go spastic with pleasure, like it couldn’t be contained, my fingers flicking my clit with blurring speed, my back arching, thrusting my pelvis upward, the distinct sound of my labia smacking followed by a moan that I was sure traveled out the door into the hallway.
So I’ll never forget the thrill of that first-time layover experience with a stranger, now my bartender friend, or the orgasm with which I was rewarded. When I next saw him, he even introduced me to a couple of other hotel staff that he said would definitely want to watch me, both of whom have become friends and fans of mine. So, at least in Seattle, my fantasy life and reality became wonderfully merged.
With my bartender friend’s help and an introduction, my first layover experience with a total stranger outside of the hotel staff was with an older gentleman from a certain California tech company that puts their visiting employees up at the same downtown hotel, the Renaissance on Fifth Street.
Being divorced and not in a relationship at the time, he was very complimentary and appreciative. He asked me to stay for drinks and room service afterward when we talked about our sexual fantasies. He seemed to understand my exhibitionism and offered to introduce me to another divorced friend of his from the same company who he was certain would enjoy watching me.
After that, things progressed unbelievably well. In just a matter of three months, I got to know more of the road warrior techies, men that were looking to do something different away from their hometown routine and do it anonymously. In other words, we were a perfect match and I was in exhibitionist heaven and masturbating for men on every layover and sometimes for two or three, or, like one special time, at least a dozen.
On that memorable occasion, I was invited to their hotel conference room after their meeting ended and the bar had been set up and the “Meeting in Progress. Do Not Disturb” sign was left posted outside the door. Two of the techies set it up but, unknown to me, did not tell their associates that a flight attendant would be arriving to do more than serve drinks! They only told them that they would want to stick around for special entertainment.
The reaction I got when I first walked in was mixed. I think some of them thought I was a friend of the guy that escorted me in. Others may have thought I was working part-time for extra money. But after I was introduced as a special guest invited by two of the techies, I was very warmly received and was served my fantasy releasing elixir, a shot of Tequila. I sensed a growing alcohol influenced sexual energy in the room as I was the only female and one dressed in a flight attendant uniform with the shorter skirt and thigh-high lacy stockings.
Being techies, they managed to play music over the PA speakers on stands and placed them on either side of a small dance floor. I was told to expect that by one of my friends so when the music started, I excused myself from my conversation and moved to the small dance floor. My fantasy mind was already racing ahead. To act on it, I asked for another shot of Tequila and feeling its rush, I went back to the dance floor, closed my eyes and, started a very sensual dance with one arm above my head holding my hair up and one hand unbuttoning my blouse.
The reaction was wonderful and without going into too much detail, you can imagine what it felt like for me and what it looked like to these men to watch an unknown pretty flight attendant strip from her uniform blouse and skirt and then her bra and panties leaving only her black heels and thigh highs stockings. I had great tan lines from a Honolulu layover and got a lot of compliments afterward on the way they accented my breasts and dark landing strip.
Dancing nude is like self foreplay and leads me in only one direction and that is to masturbate. And when I masturbate, it’s to achieve orgasm. When I perform in a hotel room, I lie on a bed or recline in a chair but the chairs in the conference room were not going to work and a table would be hard and uncomfortable so I did something for only the second time in front of men which was to masturbate while standing.
I moved forward onto the carpet, stood erect and placed my heels farther apart, closed my eyes and put my left arm above my head and glided my right hand down my abdomen and over my pubic patch landing strip and then extending my middle finger, flaring the others out, like a ballerina’s hand, and delicately flicked over my clit. I took my time and enjoyed this wonderful and rare exhibitionist opportunity having a dozen men, all but two complete strangers, watching me engage my body in a very intimate way. I kept my eyes closed for a more sensual picture but did sneak peeks to see their reactions. I tried not to but couldn’t help but smile.
In little time, I was masturbating with purpose and got a preorgasmic spasm, which, when lying down is no problem but it buckled my knees and I just caught myself but not before coming halfway out of one of my heels. I felt embarrassed but the men actually seemed to love it and encouraged me to continue. I shrugged it off, kicked my remaining heel off, and resumed masturbating. Eventually, I quickened my pace anticipating an exceptional orgasm and when I came, I did everything I could in that moment not to collapse but my orgasm was so strong that I wound up sinking to my knees, arching backward and fingering like crazy to reap the sweet remnants of my orgasm.
After I climaxed and was given a kind hand up from the floor, I was going to get dressed but several of them practically pleaded with me not only to stay but to not get dressed. I thought “Why not?” I compromised and put heels back on and wore my blouse open in the front. Many of them complimented me saying things about my tan lines, my landing strip, and my ass. The ones I liked the most were about the way I masturbated, sensually at first leading to all-out horny ‘I’ve got to cum’ fast fingering, boob shaking effort.
In one conversation, I half giggled and said, “But then you haven’t seen my pussy.” One man reacted and took his jacket from the back of a chair, laid it out on the table, and motioned for me to lie on it.
He said, ‘We’re ready when you are,” and helped me up and angled two chairs in for a footrest.
I got really horny hearing them talk about my ‘amazing’ clit when I unhooded it and showed them how I could make it go in a small circle, one way and then back. I wound up masturbating again but more casually until I realized I was going to be able to orgasm again, changed gears, and fast-fingered to a fantastic finale.
Exhausted from two strong orgasms but still feeling the exhibitionist vibe, I closed my eyes, relaxed and posed my pussy for them by pulling on my labia wings just to savor being naked and having my open vagina studied by all those men.
Although I tried not to show my shock, I’m sure my expression belied me when, while holding my clit unhooded and moving it in little circles, I opened my eyes and saw a man in a hotel serving jacket with a name tag on it standing right in with the other men. He smiled at me and went right back to staring between my legs. I guessed he would have quite a story to tell!
So whether I’m stripping from my uniform, a party dress, lingerie, bikini or jeans and a T-shirt, as long as someone is watching me, I get off to it.
So keep an eye out for me when you Fly the Friendly Skies. Who knows what a suggestive wink will lead to!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hfu95z/f4m_texas_flight_attendant_and_exhibitionist