Married pilot [M] gets seduced by slutty stewardess [F] PART TWO

Welcome back guys! Thanks for the great reception of part one, I had no idea it’d be so well received. My writing juices are flowing now, so I’m sure there’ll be plenty more ;)

If you missed Part One; it’s [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ju0u24/married_pilot_m_gets_seduced_by_a_slutty/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x&context=3).

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I could tell that the walk through the hotel lobby and the elevator ride were excruciating for Brett, having to keep his hands off me. Especially now he’d had a taste of my pussy and knew how wet I was. He’d taken off his windbreaker and folded it over his arm so it hung in front of his bulge.

But in the hotel, as anyone in this industry knows, you have to be so careful. Nobody sleeps properly, so you never know who’s going to be wandering around. Plus, everyone looks so different out of uniform that you might not recognise that person sipping on a glass of wine in the lobby, but they might recognise you, and if there’s one thing flight attendants love to do (other than fuck) it’s gossip.

When the elevator stopped at my floor, Brett made to follow me but I used my arm to block him at the door and shook my head.

“I’ll come to you,” I said. “Get yourself ready, I’ll be fifteen minutes. What’s your room number?”

“5153. You’re really going to come?” He looked doubtful.

“At least twice.” I replied with a smile, brushing my tits briefly against his chest as I turned around. He let out a small groan.

“You are killing me,” he breathed as he went to grab my waist. I sidestepped him as the doors closed.

So, this is another thing I’ve learned; and for any of you slutty FAs just starting out, this is some advice I wish someone had given me. Don’t go straight back to the hotel room with them; there’s so much pressure to keep up the pace and it ends up being over very quickly. You have no time to freshen up, to think about what you want to do.

Back in my room, I took a very quick shower, holding the head against my clit for a few seconds whilst I pinched and twisted my nipples with my other hand. When they were rock hard, I turned the shower to a jet and blasted them. I love tit play; that line between pain and pleasure gets me so horny. I imagined a solid cock sliding between them as I concentrated that jet and shuddered involuntarily as the tingle travelled all the way to my clit. When I felt the first tiny ripple of pleasure contracting my thighs, I quickly switched off the tap.

I laid out a couple of underwear choices on the bed. A man might like to know you’re not wearing panties in a public place, but get in the bedroom and lingerie drives them wild. Plus, I like to see myself in it so I always carried a few different options with me when I travelled. I wondered what Brett might like. And then it hit me.

Usually, the quieter ones are the kinkier ones, isn’t that how it goes? I threw the lingerie sets back in the case and I went to my laundry bag, pulling out the stockings, thong and bra I’d worn on the flight over. As the thin strip of already-worn fabric slid between my throbbing pussy lips, I twisted it around my fingers and pulled up hard. I inhaled sharply as it grazed my clit. I just wanted to lay down on the bed, grab a vibrator and get myself off. I breathed deeply and squeezed back in to my dress and boots then I grabbed the phone and dialled Brett’s room.

“Hello?” he answered.

“It’s me,” I said, shifting my thighs over one another, my voice already husky. I swear the sensation of silky fabric against my skin is the ultimate turn on. “Are you ready?”

I heard his breathing deepen.

“Are you stroking your cock, Brett?”

“I might be. Are you, you know, touching yourself?”

“Do you want me to?”

“God, yes.”

“Do you want to hear it?”

“Yes. Please.”

I took the phone, pushing up my dress and angled the mouthpiece towards my pussy, sliding my finger past my thong in to the soaked folds. Careful not to touch my clit, I pushed another finger in beside it and rode them gently, hearing the soft sucking sound my cunt made as my fingers thrust in and out. I could hear Brett’s groans coming from the phone so I lifted it back to my ear. I resisted the urge to rub and pinch my now swollen clit.

“Does that turn you on?” I asked him.

“You know it does, how can it not?”

“Don’t make yourself come. I want you to watch me.”

He let out a long exhale.

“Fuck, get over here.”

I didn’t need telling twice.

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