Flying High - Sex Stories

Flying High

I have been flying for one of the major Middle Eastern carriers as an air hostess for about 3 years now and it's not a choice I regret. Being based out of the Gulf makes for a fun life for someone in their twenties and we get to see some great parts of the world. And, being young and free, we are also able to have a lot of fun and push the boundaries a bit. I think us all being quite outgoing makes for an environment where most things, if not anything, goes.

One game that we like to play on the flights is to pick one of the up the front passengers in Business or First and flirt a bit. We rarely act on it given the set up and space restrictions on the flights but just occasionally our better judgment is suppressed and we go for it. One such example happened to me last week on a flight from Paris.

As you will see, I had not had sex for over a month and had made my mind up that today was going to be a day I would consider pursuing someone. Sure enough, I spotted the gentleman concerned as I greeted the passengers to the plane. He was handsome, very polite and confident and we joked over the pre-ascent drinks about how tough a life we have and he knew how to compliment a girl, commenting on my make up and hair. As the flight progressed, one of my fellow hostesses spotted my interest and started teasing me that I should act on my instincts for once. She said she would cover my back if anything happened.

As the flight calmed down after the meals, the lights went down and ...

... the shutters closed and a few of us loitered in the galley. A short while later, my passenger got up to visit the restrooms and I indicated that one half way down was free. He made his way and, knowing how long these things take from experience, I followed him down about 3 minutes later and pretended to fiddle with pillows and blankets. As the lock clicked, I wait for the handle to turn and then as his surprised face appeared in the open door I said that there has been an incident with the smoke alarm and I needed to access it.

He was surprised but I brushed past him and the Business Class restrooms are surprisingly spacious on an A380 and I was quickly able to lock the door behind him. His face was startled but, without giving a chance I kissed him passionately on his lips and then forced my tongue into his mouth. He attempted to resist, more out of surprise than genuine opposition but I was quick to slip my hand into his shirt and undo a couple of buttons so I could begin to rub his chest and nipples.

As with all men, he responded, and he began to grip my face and hair with his hands. We both giggled as my hat fell down and I made my intentions very clear when I told him that it was against airline rules to fuck someone with it on. Our passionate kissing continued energetically and the next thing I could feel was his hands starting to unbutton my blouse and he rubbed and groped my breasts, finally releasing them from my bra.

The activity was fast and furious as we ...