Horny, beautiful flight attendant
It had been a long and successful day. I looked at my watch
and knew that my wife and kids would already be in bed and,
being the start of the weekend and fancying some female
company, I made my way to a local nightclub. Inside I met
Patrick who I played occasionally at squash with his very
attractive flight attendant fiance Pam who I had met a
number of times before. They were accompanied by one of
her girlfriends Emma, another, also very attractive,
flight attendant. They were all in their mid twenties,
some fifteen years my junior. As we all chatted I noticed
Emma smiling and making definite eye contact; I returned
the compliment and indicated towards the dance floor with
my eyes. She nodded and, without a word, we made our way through
the crowd.
Emma is medium height with long, curly hair, large brown,
captivating eyes and an athletic build. Her black mini
dress showed off her long, stockinged legs which were accentuated
by her black, stylish stiletto shoes. Her breasts are large;
the halter top showed a very deep, firm cleavage and clearly
she wasn’t wearing a bra. When the music finally slowed
we were able dance close and talk. “I know you, ” she announce,
“don’t you drive a Honda?” I said that I did but would certainly
have remembered her. She giggled and it transpired that
she had noticed me as I drove past her apartment each morning
on the way to my office.
She snuggled up and I could feel her breasts against my chest
and her crotch pressing against mine. I already had an erection
just talking with her and it was increasing by the second.
Adopting my “it pays to advertise” policy, I pressed back;
she reciprocated by pressing her crotch even firmer, clearly
very aware of my erection.
Suddenly Patrick was motioning us off the floor and, since
he and Pam were leaving, asked what did Emma want to do? Keeping
her eyes on me, Emma announced that I would care of her. Patrick
jokingly reminded her that I was a married man with kids.
Emma repeated, slowly and smiling, that I would take care
of her.
Back on the dance floor she snuggled close again, clearly
very comfortable with my erection, and now offered her
mouth for kissing. As I did her tongue flickered against
mine and she opened her mouth fully, inviting my tongue.
Instinctively I ground my cock against her crotch; she
groaned and thrust back, now sucking my tongue fully into
her mouth. We were both very aroused. I felt her hand move
to my hip, now inches from my cock, as if she was debating
whether to fondle it. Our mouths parted and she whispered
breathlessly into my ear, “Do you have somewhere we can
go?” I suggested my office which she thought would be perfect
and we left.
In my office Emma looked around, giving it her approval.
As I opened a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator,
she kicked off her stilettos and slumped into the black
leather armchair, her skirt now riding up and showing the
black tops of her stockings. As I poured the wine I looked
at the sexy scene before me my cock swelling rapidly; uninhibited
she smiled back seductively.
Holding both glasses I went over to her to put her glass on
the coffee table beside her. When I got close she reached
out and grabbed my thigh, pulling me to her and rubbing her
face against the very obvious swelling beneath my trouser
zip. “Let’s get naked, ” she suggested.
Soon I was naked on my back on the carpet with a very beautifully
nude Emma lying on her stomach between my thighs alternately
licking and sucking my cock and balls and then rubbing and
squeezing my cock with her breasts. “No wonder that you
are such a popular man, ” she murmured, “I suppose you know
that Pam fancies you as well?” She purposely licked the
precum from the top of my cock and, with the announcement,
“I want you to cum, ” started to furiously wank and suck
my cock. As I lay back enjoying her every action, I could
feel my impending ejaculation. As I shot my load I felt her
mouth move away and, looking down, saw that she had caught
every drop of my cum in her half empty wine glass. She swirled
the contents around and swallowed them in one go.
She looked
at me, winked and smiled. “Now that’s what I call a COCKtail!
Now it’s your turn – I think that I am due some good, hard fucking!”
I turned her onto her back and lay between her legs, lifted
her thighs high to stimulate and lick her pussy lips and
clitoris. She was already very wet and I told her so. She
giggled, “I’ve been like that since I could first feel your
cock in the nightclub.” I made my way up her body, licking
and sucking first her stomach and then her breasts with
their very swollen nipples. She squirmed beneath me in
delight. My cock was now penetrating her wet pussy lips.
She reached down to pull them apart and help him enter. “She’s
not used to such a big man, ” she moaned. Then we started
to pump each other. She came very easily. “Keep fucking, ”
she insisted as she rippled into a second, third, fourth
and fifth orgasm as I shot my second load into her.
That was the beginning of our relationship. Despite my
remaining married and she now being engaged, and living
with her fianc, we usually find an opportunity to service
each other once a week and usually on the floor of my office.