Flying High - Sex Stories

Flying High

... of this against the hardness of his shaft deep in my ass sent the final shivers through my body as I came hard, barely able to suppress my voice as I did so.

Within seconds, I felt him tense up and a steam of liquid spurt deep into my ass. It felt wrong but so right and, as he withdrew, we both paused for breath, frozen like statues in the tiny room. The whole experience had probably been 6-7 minutes at most but I had never felt so fulfilled. I adjusted my underwear, pulled down my skirt and rebuttoned my blouse before replacing my hat, collecting the evidence of our encounter and then slowly opened the door to exit. Fortunately no-one was waiting and I left him to clean up and recover as the lock clicked back into place.

As I returned to the galley, I had a knowing look from my friends. I smiled as they would have no idea I had just let him screw me up the ass. The giggling continued and, to my horror, I looked down and there was a drop of his wet come on the back of one of my stockings below the knee. Fortunately, a well prepared hostess has a plan and, very soon, I had changed them and my panties and was back on duty.

The rest of the flight was mundane but I made a note of handing my new friend his jacket back personally at the end of the flight. We smiled at each other and I waved him off at the end. I hoped he would react OK when he found a pair of stained hold up stockings in one pocket of his jacket and a lace thong in the other!