[M]y birthday present from a [F]light attendant

Since Covid has effectively killed my food business, I’ve been driving Uber for extra cash. Birthdays stopped having a lot of importance a while ago, so driving on such an auspicious day as my 50th birthday didn’t bother me. 

Around noon I pinged for a ride at an older Holiday Inn that’s downtown right on the lake. My passenger’s name was Claire. I wondered what she was up to in the middle of the day. 

When I pulled up, I could see a woman wearing something kind of tropical with her phone in her hand. This is usually a good sign that that’s who I’m looking for. Her dress was green with a tropical floral print. Below the waist it looked like a wrap while baring her midriff, and wrapped her boobs almost like a bikini top. Plenty of cleavage. Her black hair was cropped at her shoulders in a cute, professional Mom cut. She was wearing a mask, so I couldn’t see her full face but didn’t mind the view so far! 

She got in the car, and we immediately started chatting on the way to her destination. Turns out she was a flight attendant, and had just checked into the hotel for a layover until 6am the next morning.

During the conversation I made a joke about having a wife and a girlfriend. It was casually dropped, but I could tell she noticed. The conversation kept going but somehow she circled back to the subject of my dual love life. I explained that my wife and I were working on defining an open relationship that would work for us. 

When we got to her destination, she asked if I would wait so that she could add a return stop to her hotel. “No problem” I replied. 

On the return ride I asked her about being a flight attendant. I pulled questions from my usual list.. “what do you like best about your job?”, “What do you dislike the most?”, etc. She said she really enjoyed being on the road, while she loved her husband, it was nice to have time to herself. I wasn’t sure, but I felt like she was leading the conversation in an interesting direction.

I figured I’d take a chance, and asked “Do you ever play while you’re on a layover?” I’ve heard stories about flight crews, and wanted to know if there was any truth to the rumors. 

Claire took a second to reply, meeting my gaze in the rearview mirror. “Occasionally if I’m in the mood” 

Ohhhh…. NOW we’re getting somewhere. Trying to play it cool, or just not wanting to say something stupid, I said “hmm.. that’s cool”. 

I asked about the flight attendant stories, she said there were definitely some crews that saw layovers as a sex party. What?!?!! 

When the conversation started to slow, I mentioned that it was my birthday. 

“Really? How old are you?” 

“50. Now I have no excuse for how I act!”

Just then we pulled up to her hotel, and I thought “that’s just my luck, the ride ends right when it’s getting interesting”. I pulled up to let her out at the front door, stopped and turned around to say good bye. 

“Do you have a few minutes? I’d like to give you a birthday present.”

I’m sure that if I wasn’t wearing a mask, she would’ve seen my mouth open in disbelief. After what seemed like the world’s longest awkward pause, I said “umm.. that would be awesome!”

“Ok, give me 5 minutes then come to my room.”

I parked next to the hotel, and waited for 5 excruciating minutes. Why did time seem to slow down all of a sudden! A few minutes later I was knocking on her door. Nervous, and unsure about what was about to happen, I was ready to go with the flow. 

She opened the door wearing a bikini. Having taken the mask off, I could see a pretty smile with sparkling teeth. Wow. She ushered me into the room and locked the door.

“My coworker wants to go to the pool, so I don’t have as much time as I thought. How about a birthday blow job?”

I stammered something like “that would be awesome!”, but I’m not really sure it was intelligible. Luckily she didn’t seem to care that I was now a blubbering jack wagon. 

“Have a seat” she said, pushing and pointing me in the direction of the only armchair in the room. Once I sat down, she kneeled in front of me reaching up for my belt. In a flash she had loosened my belt, unzipped my fly, and was reaching into my underwear to grab my hardening cock. She started to pull my shorts and underwear down together so I lifted up to make it a tad easier. In short order my shorts we’re around my ankles with my cock standing at attention. 

Spreading my legs as far as I could, she started playing with my balls with one hand while stroking me with the other. I looked at her and couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Here was a beautiful milf, playing with my manhood with a smile on her face. I’m not sure what the universe thought I had done to deserve such a birthday treat, but I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth!

She attacked my dick with an oral aggression I hadn’t seen before. At 6″, most women don’t have an issue deep throating my entire length. Claire wasn’t an exception, and started bobbing up and down; easily taking the entire shaft in her mouth.

For about 5 minutes she worked her magic and demonstrated a skill earned by years of practice. She would switch between deep throating, then sucking on the mushroom head, and occasionally licking up and down the shaft. 

Knowing that her coworker would be poolside shortly, she stopped just long enough to say “I’ve got to go soon”. As she started up again, she snaked a hand up under my balls towards my ass. She squeezed a finger up my crack and started drawing circles around my butt hole, occasionally letting it slip inside me to tease my prostate. 

“Oh my God!!” I said, loud enough that anyone passing by would hear. “Don’t stop!!!”

This quickly brought me to the edge, and I happily waved at it as I lost self control. When I started cumming, she doubled down on both the suction she was orally applying to my dick and to the prostate manipulation. It seemed like I literally came buckets! 

After the last twitch of my cock, I let out a satisfied sigh and said “Wow”

She hadn’t swallowed, instead she let my cum dribble down her chin as she opened her mouth to show me her prize. Closing her mouth, Claire smiled and swallowed my load while heading to the bathroom to clean up. 

I dressed and waited for her to come back into the hotel room. 

“Happy birthday!” She said, giving me a hug. 

I simply smiled, still in a state of euphoria. 

We walked down the hall together before going our separate ways. “Thanks again!” I said as she walked off. 

“You’re welcome birthday boy”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ift7t8/my_birthday_present_from_a_flight_attendant