[M]eeting up with a [F]light attendant

This is a more recent story, from a month or so ago. I am now in a job which requires quite a bit of travel, often taking two or three flights a week. As someone who identifies as “not an arse-hole”, I try to be as pleasant as possible to the plane staff. Turns out this can pay off.

I’d been flying to the States a few times in quick succession, and had been served by the same attended on a couple of flights. Our timetables had obviously synced, and I found myself on her shift again. We both recognised each other and had enjoyed small talk on each of our journeys.

We will call her Anna, but that wasn’t her name. She was the sort of air hostess you imagine from the sixties. Tall, brunette, with a slender frame. Pert B-cup breasts and legs to die for, not to mention an adorably cute laugh.

Towards the end of our flight, embolded by the rounds of free drinks she’d been bringing me, I pulled the classic sleazy businessman move and handed her my number. I’d almost forgotten about doing it, until around half ten that night when my phone buzzed with an unknown number. “Hey, its Anna xx” read the text.

We exchanged a few messages and she invited me to join her and a few colleagues in a bar. I jumped to it, and was glad I did finding her dressed in a tight t-shirt and a shirt skirt which showed off her wonderful pins. We shared a few drinks and flirted through the night, her occasionally placing her hand on my leg, sliding it up my thigh.

As we left the bar, she pulled me into a kiss and finally felt the softness of her lips for the first time. She invited me to her hotel, and I didn’t need to be asked twice.

We held hands through the lobby, and as soon as the lift doors closed I pounced on her. I pulled her into a passionate kiss, pushing her against the mirrored wall as I slid my hand between her legs. A gasp escaped her lips as I felt her through her underwear, her pussy already warm and ready.

We made out down the corridor as she led me to her room. She flung the door open, and I pushed her into the room, tossing her onto the bed. She lifted up her top, revealing her pale, toned torso and discarded her bra. Her nipples were small, pink and erect. I pushed her back onto the mattress and kissed her chest. She told me to be as rough as I wanted, and so I began to bite and her soft, delicious, porcelain skin.

We were soon both naked. I was on top and took a firm grip of her wrists. I pinned them above her head as I slid into her. Slowly, inch by inch, I filled her, each movement eliciting more moans from her plump lips.

I rocked my hips, gaining speed as she placed her legs on my shoulder. The flimsy hotel headboard banged against the wall as I rode her. Faster and deeper I went, as she dug her fingernails into my back. I felt her tightness around me as she exhorted me to use her. She bucked her hips, her legs shaking as she reached a spasming climax. She begged me to cum inside her. That was all I needed to lose control, even though we were using protection, I shuddered and moaned as I propelled my load into her. We made out for a few more minutes before I was ready to go again.

She took a position on all fours, in front of the mirror. I entered her from behind this time. I took a handful of her hair and began to pound her, pulling her head back so that her back arched. I could go even deeper now, gifting her my full length in her tight cunt. I slapped her ass as I rode her, leaving red hand prints on her buttocks. She twisted her hips against me, groaning and sighing with delight, until we both climaxed again together.

I stayed the night and we went for pancakes in the morning. And since then I’ve been even more polite to flight attendants.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a2yy4p/meeting_up_with_a_flight_attendant