Salacious Stories of a [F]light Attendant

Hi there, your friendly flight attendant here to tell you a salacious short story about my tryst with a First Officer.

Before I delve into my story, I’m sure you’d like to know a little about who I am and what I look like. I’m 5’4″ with a full B-cup bosom, thin 26″ waist, and an ample posterior that constantly garners attention. I’m typically complimented on my pretty face and thin waist by women, and my phat ass by men ;) I also have honey brown skin and long, thick hair, am in my early 30’s, and of Asian descent.

I work for a major domestic airline, but it’s not a huge airline like United or Delta. So as a rule of thumb, I try not to sleep with my coworkers. While the airline is big enough to probably never see a person you hook up with again, you never know who will talk and the airline industry is full of gossips. That’s not to say that I haven’t had my fun here and there, but I try not to do it within my company and definitely not with people who work at my domicile.

BUT, like I said it happens sometimes. This is one of those times.

I was working a trip out of domicile with a crew from another base, so I didn’t know anyone on my crew. I was working the first class, which also meant that I’d have the most interaction with the pilots out of the crew. As I stood there at the gate before the first flight of my trip, a tall pilot with a thick mustache walks up and stands nearby. Obviously he’s the First Officer on my flight, but he doesn’t introduce himself until I look up from my phone and say hello. He’s towering over me at about 6’4″, in his early 30’s, not entirely fit but has nice broad shoulders. I think to myself, “just a typical pilot geek on his way to becoming bald and fat.” But then we get to talking, and he’s actually pretty funny. We start talking about sports and bashing on each others’ favorite teams. We begin talking stats, trades, and he’s impressed with how much I know about sports, and vice versa. Not many people in the industry are as hardcore into sports.

So we work, and we are just shooting the shit talking like frat brothers and making fun of each other throughout the day when I see him between flights and during pilot breaks. I can tell we have some chemistry and that he’s starting to get more flirty as the day progresses. When we get to our layover destination at night, he tells the crew that he’s probably gonna go out to a bar down the street from our crew hotel. No one wants to go because we’ve all had a long day, but I decide to tag along because I’m hungry and thirsty for some drink (only for drink at this point). We go to the bar together, and enjoy a few drinks and share some appetizers while we talk about all sorts of things–sports, family, love life, etc–until the bar’s about to close.

As we make our way back to our hotel, we’re still having a great time so I tell him I’ll stop by his room to show him some pictures on my phone. At this point, I’m already into this guy because he’s a great time, and I know if he makes a move I’d be into it. When we return to his room, he lays down on the bed and I’m standing next to it looking for those pictures on my phone while he caresses my leg. I act like I don’t feel his hands on me and just keep talking, but I can feel myself getting wet and my body temperature rising. I finally find the pictures I was looking for, and say “Dude, scoot over,” as I sit down next to him on the bed. He reaches his arm up around my shoulder and as I look up to show him the pictures he leans over and pulls me into a deep kiss. As our kiss grows more passionate, our hands begin to wander and move across each other’s bodies. I can feel his large, strong hands impatiently exploring every inch of my smooth skin and grabbing the fleshy parts of my breasts and ass. Before I can even think, our clothes are flying off and our hands and mouths are all over each other. He nibbles on my nipples, sticks his fingers in my soaking wet pussy, and licks my clit while I squirm. I pull him up, put him on his back, and make my way to his throbbing cock where I stroke, lick, suck, and gag on his thick cock before I slip him inside of me.

The moment he enters me, I know it’s going to be a fun night. His cock is the perfect girth and length to just get me in all the right spots. I begin to ride him reverse, and oh it just feels so great to have him deep inside of me. I start to cum and he grabs my hips and begins to fuck me from beneath me until I scream in pleasure. Then he picks me up and tells me to get on my hands and knees. Like a good girl, I willingly oblige and he enters me from behind and fills up my tight little pussy. I tell him to fuck me hard, and he wraps my hair around his right hand with his left hand on my hip and begins to pound me from behind. Occasionally, he gives my ass a good hard slap, or leans over to whisper in my ear and tell me that I’m a good little slut. All the while I’m whimpering and moaning, begging him to keep fucking me hard and make me cum. I am loving that we so quickly got on the same page and that he was willing to be a little rough with me. After making me cum again in doggy, he flips me over and enters me from on top, with one of my legs up on his shoulder. He grabs my foot and sucks a couple of toes while he fucks me harder and faster. Finally he pulls out and cums all over my stomach and collapses on top of me.

“Fuck, am I glad you told me to scoot over,” he says as he catches his breath. I laugh and shove him while trying not to get the cum to spill over onto the bed. We end up fucking 3 more times that night, and 3 more times the next night because we end up at the same layover again somehow. He’s still one of my favorite hookups and I hope I get to see him again before the year ends for some more fun ;)

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