Blow job from a flight attendant. So of course I returned the favor! [m]

I was way hungover when I got to the airport after one of my frequent business trips, headed home the day before my birthday. As I sat there in the terminal I got the great news that I had been upgraded to first class. When it was finally time, I boarded the plane and attempted to exchange my normal pleasantries with whomever the staff were. This time I was absolutely dumbstruck. She was gorgeous, with the most amazing eyes. And that smile. I gave her what I’m sure was just a goofy grin and kept walking to my seat. Shortly after she asked if I wanted a drink, and of course a Bloody Mary was in order (hair of the dog and all). I could swear she was flirting with those eyes, but I’ve been on hundreds of flights and didn’t want to be that asshole passenger that tries to pick up the flight attendant so I let it be and just had random banter with her.

We landed in Chicago for our layover, and I sadly said my goodbyes to her and went to find some food. Still reeling from the night before, I just wanted to lay down so I went and found my next gate and sat right down on the floor. Lucky me – another upgrade on this leg! Then out of the corner of my eye I spot the entire crew from the previous plane walking my way. They were gathering near the door, when I heard one of them groan about a gate change. As they were walking by to find the new gate, she asked if I was going to San Diego as well then grabbed my hand to take me with them. We chatted along the way, but it was mostly her making fun of my very obvious raging hangover.

I was really looking forward to her nursing me through this next flight but sorely disappointed that she was assigned to the back of the plane. She would occasionally walk by and laugh at me for watching loony tunes or to nudge me while sleeping and tell me I was drooling and snoring. I only saw her a handful of times on the 3 hour flight, and was very upset that she couldn’t come up after we landed. I couldn’t lose this opportunity so I jotted down my number and the fact that I’d be back through Chicago soon, handed it to the male FA working in First, and politely asked that he deliver it to her since I wouldn’t have a chance.

I half expected it to be him on the other end of the line, but much to my surprise I found out it was indeed her that was texting to wish me a happy birthday. Their layover had been extended another day, would I like to grab some dessert to celebrate? I responded embarrassingly fast and we met up at a dessert bar near her hotel. That uniform she had to wear the day before did her no justice. Her body was incredible, as was her smile. We had a great conversation, followed by her asking if I’d care to come up to her room to hang out. Well, I couldn’t say no…

Upon walking in, she insisted that this wasn’t normal for her. She got business cards on almost every flight, and immediately threw them away. There was something different about me though, something genuine. We sat on the bed and talked for a long time, occasional touches of the legs, both of us being quite shy. Eventually she said she was going to need to shower for her early morning flight, would I mind if she got it out of the way. “Not at all”, and I waited what felt like 12 years for her to finish.

Out she walks in only a hotel towel – the kind that are way too small for a normal sized person. It barely covered her ass, and certainly showed how large her chest actually was. She fumbles in her suitcase for a minute, she then walks over and with one hand pushes me down on the bed and with the other she drops her towel. Her body is absolutely amazing as i stare up at her. She proceeds to straddle me and grind on my leg, and I can smell how clean and delicious she is. She teases me just long enough, then starts to unbuckle my belt, open my pants, and pull my throbbing cock out. “Holy fuck that’s big” I can hear her whispering as she holds it in one hand and begins to lick it. All the way from base to tip, back to the base and then around to the other side. She does this a few times, commenting on how much she loves the shape of the head as I watch it disappear into her mouth.

Somehow she is able to take the entire thing into her mouth, down her throat. I can hear and feel her gagging, and she twists her hands around the base as it comes out. This is repeated over and over, her spit dripping down my balls onto the bedsheets. This is by far the best blow job I have ever had, and it’s just beginning. She continues to suck, flick, gag, twist herself onto me for the next 10 minutes until I eventually can’t hold it any longer and explode into her mouth. I can hear her moaning at the taste of me, and loved watching her try to swallow all of it. She finally comes up for air, swiping the last little bit from her cheek with her finger and placing it onto her tongue.

Eventually she stands, and I grab her and force her over me, straddling my face. “My turn,” I tell her…

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