My girlfriend broke up with me. Actually it’s not her fault. I know my behavior was pushing her to it, so the blame should really all fall on me. The truth is she stuck with me longer than the average woman would have: putting up with my rampant indecisiveness and unpredictable bouts of moodiness. It’s been two weeks now, but I’m not over it yet. She was a really good girl, but I just wasn’t ready for the advancing relationship she was after. Up so early this Tuesday morning the whole thing seems to be on my mind even more than it has been recently. I walked into the airport at 4:30AM with the other zombie-like slaves to corporate bosses who drive us; or rather drag us along.
I finally boarded the plane and was fortunate enough to get a first class upgrade. As soon as the plane leveled out and the service began I ordered a black coffee to combat my burning eyes and aching head from waking up at 2:30AM. In my half-asleep state I paid little notice to anyone or anything around me until I catch a whiff of delightful perfume as the flight attendant leans over me to top off the coffee cup of the man in the window seat. She noticed my attention and I complimented her on the perfume. She offered a big smile and thanked me, then asked if I wanted more coffee. I smiled back at her and replied “please and thank you.” When she reached to pour the nasty brew into my cup sitting on the center console she leaned even further than she did when she reached across me before. Not only did I get another nose full of her flowery scent but I also got a great view down her blouse. As she returned to a standing position my eyes remained transfixed on the perfect work her doctor had performed on her bosom. I snapped out of the trance and looked at her face. I knew I’d been caught by the knowing look in her eyes and the tight pout of her mouth. I wasn’t sure what to do and was about to offer an apology when she surprised me with a wink of her eye. This relieved my tension and I released a thankful smile in response.
As she turned to walk back towards the galley, I took a long look at her full length figure. It was quite clear that she worked out as her hourglass figure showed through the form fitting outfit. It was also apparent that she had invested in some cosmetic surgery to maintain her looks. I guessed she was somewhere in her late thirties or early forties. She wore the regulation uniform: blue blouse and matching skirt. Through the blue stockings I could see the outline of well toned calves. Her skirt seemed a little shorter than the other flight attendants, and I’m guessing it was no accident. She’d evidently put time and effort into looking good so she should feel confident in showing it off a little. Between the gym, plastic surgery and makeup she was doing a great job maintaining herself. I could appreciate that, plus she’d done me the additional favor of taking my mind off the ex for a little while.
I found myself transfixed on her movements up and down the aisle. This woman was really quite attractive and I didn’t know whether it was the coffee or the dry spell since I was dumped a couple weeks ago, but I was actually starting to perk up and undress her with my eyes. I could also tell that she had noticed my attention and seemed to be flaunting her goods just for me: or at least that’s how my imagination read it. When she returned to fill my cup for the third time she dropped a cloth napkin in my lap. She quickly apologized then reached to retrieve it. When she did this, she intentionally grabbed a handful of more than napkin. I guess she’d already noticed the bulge in my trousers as she gave a brief squeeze to my crotch rocket as she pretended to pick up the napkin. As the blood pulsed into my cock from her touch, my body went rigid as well. She played it off well in front of the other passengers by stating “Don’t worry honey; I didn’t spill the coffee this time.” She then leaned in closer and whispered quickly “Come on up front.”
I was nervous, but excited as well. ‘Hey,’ I thought, ‘I’m actually going to get this woman’s number.’ So I walked up front and said “Hi.” Before I could say another word I noticed her eyes dart left then right as she quickly lifted her left hand to my chest and shoved me backwards into the lavatory. She hadn’t yet spoken a word and I was now speechless. I heard the snap of the door latching closed, but I could see nothing more as she pushed me against the wall and shoved her tongue deep into my mouth. I was unable to breathe as she explored every corner of my mouth eagerly. Then she dug her long nails into my crotch; my Dockers offering little protection for my manhood. With the rush of pain and excitement I now inhaled a huge volume of air heavy with her delicious perfume. She pulled back her head to get a look at my full face only for a second then grabbed the back of my head with her right hand and forced my face into the valley between her bulbous breasts. With a single hand she deftly extracted my throbbing cock from the zippered opening. It probably wasn’t that difficult as he was already fighting to poke his head through the veil of cotton to see what was going on outside.
There was no doubt about who was in charge as her right hand twisted my head to shift by mouth from right nipple to left. I was no longer thinking about anything and was completely caught up in the moment. Her left hand was completely wrapped around my cock now; squeezing and stroking rapidly. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before and it was so unexpected that I took no time to think; I only complied with her evident desires. Her orders were unspoken, yet quite clear. I did the best to suck the skin off her erect nipples as she held my head evermore tighter to her body. She released the strong hold on my cock and I moaned: both from relief and disappointment. Her left hand moved upward and was just below my chin as she undid the remaining buttons of her top. She now took my head in both hands and lowered my oral attentions to her navel. The skin here wasn’t as smooth and taut as that I had tasted on her breasts, but I continued flicking my tongue across her belly between passionate kisses.
In one swift, practiced motion she slipped her skirt down, interlocked her fingers behind my neck and then, placing one foot on the edge of the toilet, hoisted herself up to sit on the sink. Without a pause, she leaned forward, bearing her weight on my neck and pushed me down into a kneeling position in front of her. I had just enough time to see that she wasn’t wearing any panties before she leaned back, arched her back and powerfully plunged my face into the dark, warm recess between her legs. Her inner thighs were the purest pale white; like the color of moth balls. As my tongue stretched outward to part those fiery red lips, the smell that wafted from this flight attendant’s raging basement furnace briefly imparted the memory of visits to my grandmother’s house so many years ago. But nothing like this ever happened at nana’s house.
My mind quickly returned to the task at hand as she simultaneously pulled my head towards her sizzling center and ground her hips rhythmically to meet my lustful mouth. As I pressed my face deeper into her twisted maze of moist flesh, my forehead rested perfectly on the sagging wrinkles of her stomach which hung slightly over the top of her hungry, and clearly freshly shaved vagina. This lady was not in the least bit selfish as she kicked off her shoes and began fondling my dick with her feet. Even through the pantyhose, I could feel the hard, boney stubs of her bunions digging into the meat of my rigid love pole. It wasn’t initially a sensation I craved, but once she’d locked them into the soft flesh on either side of my stiff shaft, like an eagle setting her talons deep into prey, she began a rhythmic stroking that was unlike anything else I’d ever felt in my life. I knew immediately that I’d never consider bunions so negatively and useless again. As she fervently threshed my flesh, I suddenly felt lightheaded and all my joints seemed to by going rubbery. At that very moment of an oh-so-near pinnacle of exquisite bliss, I heard a noise from the one ear that was not covered by my lovers sagging thigh flesh. The door was snatched open and another woman’s voice blurted: “Oh Barbara! Not again!”
Barbara’s overwhelming passion was immediately extinguished. She pushed me away with both her hands and feet, causing me to topple backwards. The upper part of my body fell into the hallway outside the lavatory. My portentous digit pointed towards the friendly skies as if giving a well-deserved ‘thumbs up’ to Barbara’s incredible performance. As I lay there out of breath, weak from desire and with my head swooning from such a close encounter with ecstasy, I watched Barbara nonchalantly pull up her skirt and begin buttoning her blouse. As she walked across my body, stepping on my hip and chest as if I was mere rubbish on the floor, she exclaimed loudly as if to announce to the whole of first class who had witnessed our odd emergence from the toilet: “You’d think that after forty-seven years they’d let me have a little fun!”
The other flight attendant stood over me, tapping her foot in annoyance and giving me a stare of pure evil. Just as astronauts are slow to calm down from the confusing excitement of a last minute aborted launch, so too was my little friend as I stuffed him back behind the zippered cage while watched by dozens of eyes. Not knowing what else to say as I lifted myself off the floor, I mumbled: “Oh, she’s forty-seven years old?”
The angry stewardess surprised me by displaying a huge smile, then she took a step back and leaned against the wall giving a brief look to be sure she had the crowd of curious passengers’ undivided attention. Then she proclaimed: “Forty-seven years old? HA! No dear, Barbara’s been flying and ‘taking care’ of passengers like you for forty-seven years.”
Barbara popped her head out from the galley as if on cue and heralded: “Sweetie, I created the mile high club in my first year on the job back when I was twenty-four!”
Erotica Penned: 07/06/10
