Chapter 11: The Lay-Over (Archie and Avery)
When the plane landed, the attendants knew that during a layover they normally had a short amount of time to clean the plane, restock the refreshment carts, use the toilet and have the pre-flight meeting with the Pilot.
It was about two hours on this lay over and that was more time that normal so they decided to get off the place and pick up some things in the airport.
The great thing about being a flight attendant was that while you may not have been able to venture out in every city, you did get to pick up a souvenir in the airports to document your travels. For attendants that had families back home, children especially, it was a nice thing to be able to do.
Often times the attendants, on longer layovers, would even peruse the airport restaurants, finding the ones that served the best booze. Archie and Avery, two of four attendants working the flight, decided to stay on board while every one else decided to leave for an hour. They knew what they were staying on board to do, despite telling everyone else that they were staying on board to nap.
Archie pulled the lever down and locked the entry door. Avery took off her entire uniform, exposing her milky white skin that was spattered in orange freckles. Her breasts and ass were plump and full, her stomach soft but smooth and her long, fire-orange hair fell just below her breasts. Archie sized her up, his cock growing hard in his uniform before he, too, stripped naked.
They stood in front of each other in the aisle, a few rows apart, before Avery turned around, looking back over her shoulder once at Archie and nonverbally coaxing him to the cockpit with her naked body.
She sat in the Pilot’s chair, slouched down so her ass was hanging off the edge of the seat. Archie got on his knees in front of her and pierced her with his cock, pushing inside her. She squealed with joy as he continued to plow her. She, at one point, reached over and grabbed the Pilot’s hat and put it on, something she knew Archie loved.
They weren’t a couple but Archie and Avery had been fucking in every plane they flew in together for the last few years. They didn’t have an emotional relationship at all. In fact, they were both mentally and emotionally detached from one another, making their relationship solely about sex. It worked perfectly.
Archie continued fucking Avery in the chair, faster and faster now, as he found a pleasurable groove. Avery closed her eyes, her full tits bouncing wildly as she was plowed. They liked to change positions a few times before they orgasmed and when she felt close, she nudged him and they stood up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and he pushed her curves against the doorframe between the cock pit and loading foyer. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed.
He drove in and pulled out, repeatedly, until she was dripping down her thighs, aching with excitement.
“I love it when you fuck me standing,” she moaned, her red hair flying around as her head bounced ferociously. He groaned, his large frame able to keep her up for more than twenty minutes as he pushed in her wetness, pulling out slowly to tease her, which he knew that she loved.
Archie was a tall, thick, blonde man with green eyes and a fair complexion. He was strong thick, not overweight, and he had a taste for curvy women. From the first time he laid eyes on Avery, he knew he wanted to fuck her like crazy. It was just his luck that she felt the exact same way.
He reached down and began to play with her clit and massage her lips as he fucked her. She loved it when he played with her—it drove her crazy. She moaned as he used his thumb to strum her swollen button, her back arching as he did so.
“You’re so wet, A,” he said to her, as he continued to rub her clit. She had a perfect pussy, he’d always thought. Her lips were perfectly sized and her clit was always perky, waiting to be touched. She got so wet on her own that they never needed lube and her hole was tight enough to feel fucking fantastic but not so tight that it was hard to get inside. It was just a perfect mix.
When they fucked other people, they needed dirty talk, they needed vibrators and stimulants. But when they were together, on the plane, Archie and Avery had a physical chemistry and needed no tools or toys—their bodies made a connection like fire, all on their own.
“I want to finish in your lap,” she told him, as he released her from the wall and they walked to a passenger seat. Archie sat down and Avery climbed into his lap, sliding his thick cock into as she sank into him. “Ohh,” she uttered, feeling him press against her g-spot. She rode him, her breasts pushing into his mouth as she lifted.
He let her tits fill his mouth and he used his tongue to run circles around her perky nipples. She rolled her hips in his lap, creating a suction sensation on his cock as she did. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was close to orgasm. He reached up and grabbed her by the back of her neck and forced her down on his cock.
“Cum with me,” he told her.
She nodded and closed her eyes and began grinding in his lap, not lifting her hips but instead moving them back and forth. Within moments they were both coming, her juices mixing with his and dripping down between his thighs, leaking onto the chair.
She lifted off of him and got dressed. He sat there naked, for a few moments more, watching her get dressed. He loved her body and watching her do just about anything turned him on.
“Thanks for the fun, Arch,” she said, before pulling the lever on the door. She disappeared down the catwalk, leaving Archie to get dressed as quickly as he could now that the door was open.
He couldn’t wait til their next layover.
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