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Her diary unlocked a world of mystery and... lust. Charlie wasn’t prepared for a journey like this. The airline pilot opens his carry-on to find a beautiful leather-bound notebook: a diary. Inside its intricate pages, he discovers a captivating series of erotic encounters that progress from naive to reckless to ravenously sexy. He reads the diary from cover to cover more than a few times, and his obsession leads to a question: How can he possibly find this incredible stewardess? As Charlie crisscrosses the globe in his search, he finds his own opportunities to expand his sexual experiences. But can he ever find the one woman who sets his appetite on fire? If you like smoking-hot voyeurism, innovative storytelling, and sensual scenes that break hetero bounds, then you’ll love S.M. Pratt’s sizzling tale. NOTE: This episodic novel contains all ten episodes (available separately) + exclusive author's notes about the series.
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The Stewardess’s Diary
Copyright © 2018 by S.M. Pratt
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
WARNING: This is a work of erotic fiction and contains GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEX, WHICH MAY OFFEND SOME AUDIENCES. This book is meant for MATURE AUDIENCES AGED 18 OR OLDER (or whatever the local laws are in your area). All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
Last updated August 26th, 2018
Editing by Samantha Marie
List of Episodes
I. The Stewardess’s Entries
I. My xxx Experience
II. The Stewardess’s Entries
II. My xxx Experience
III. The Stewardess’s Entries
III. My xxx Experience
A Friend's Help
IV. The Stewardess’s Entries
IV. My xxx Experience
V. The Stewardess’s Entries
V. My xxx Experience
VI. The Stewardess’s Entries
VI. My xxx Experience
VII. The Stewardess’s Entries
VII. My xxx Experience
A Friend's Help
VIII. The Stewardess’s Entries
VIII. My xxx Experience
IX. The Stewardess’s Entries
IX. My xxx Experience
X. The Stewardess’s Entries
X. My xxx Experience
A Friend's Help
Season Two Is Now Available!
About the Author
I’m Charlie, a veteran pilot for a major international airline that shall remain nameless for reasons you’ll soon come to understand.
A year ago, while waiting for my flight to London in the airline’s lounge at one of America’s largest hubs, I discovered a special and highly personal journal among my belongings. How it happened, I’ll never know, but the beautiful brown leather notebook nonetheless appeared in my carry-on at some point between the time I left my New York penthouse apartment and arrived at the airport lounge.
Perhaps it was a mix-up at security, or some devious stewardess with sly hand skills, but I’ve since become obsessed with the person who wrote that diary, her stories, and—to be blunt—her unconventional sex life.
My best friend—let’s call him Bob—is one of my regular co-pilots. Bob advised me to forget about the journal and ignore my hunch to track down its rightful owner. After my initial reading of her hand-written accounts, the part of me who’s loyal to the airline and wants the best for our passengers certainly needed to find that stewardess and expel her from our company—or whatever airline she’s with. This woman is surely a threat to any crew with her irreverent disregard for our uniforms, her sexual behavior with passengers and airline employees, and the way she ignores regulations. She should clearly be punished for her conduct...
But after reading and re-reading each one of her journal entries, another, more animal part of me has grown fond of her complete lack of boundaries, her willingness to experiment, and her ravenous sexual appetite.
I’ve had my fair share of illicit affairs with female flight attendants and co-pilots, but none of them were interesting enough to be granted a second fuck by yours truly, let alone be courted or considered for a long-term relationship. But the woman who’s filled so many pages with delicate calligraphy and salacious words deserves my full attention. She’s certainly maintained it well past the time I closed the cover of her journal—again and again.
Imagining how her naiveté was gradually—and most willingly—robbed from her was simply... enthralling. She’s been haunting my wet dreams.
Now, every time I see an unknown stewardess, I wonder if she’s the one.
After many conversations with Bob over the past months during our overseas flights, I’ve come to share some of her journal entries with him. He agrees that I need to locate her. If not for the airline’s sake or to satisfy my personal curiosity, then for the mere reason that I could stop obsessing about her and resume paying attention to my actual job: piloting giant aircrafts and safely getting passengers from point A to point B.
The following short stories record my obsession toward her. There are ten in total. Each installment contains my mystery stewardess’s original journal entries for a specific location, followed by my own experiences in trying to track her down. You’ll discover what (and whom) I did in an effort to identify and locate my stewardess based on the clues she’s left in her diary. You can read the episodes in any order, but they’ll probably make more sense if you start from the beginning and follow along as I attempt to find her.
And, just to be clear, these stories should not land in the hands of any prude or underage person. Some are just romantic, sensual, or highly erotic, while others are immoral, perverse, and possibly even illegal in some parts of the world.
Ah, the things I’ll do to this mystery stewardess when I finally encounter her in the flesh!
I’m hard just thinking about it...
The Stewardess’s Diary contains ten episodes:
Part 1: Canada introduces the mystery stewardess as a woman who’s heartbroken following a disastrous weekend getaway. Alex, a fellow flight attendant on a red-eye flight to Toronto, recommends she stop looking for relationships and instead focus on enjoying the moment, trying out one-night stands. Will the stewardess quiet down her mind and pull it off?
In Part 2: Mexico, the stewardess is stranded in Cancun, once again let down by another man. Finding herself without plans at the last minute, she joins two young, beautiful blonde women on their yacht for a quiet afternoon… Or so she thought.
Part 3: Costa Rica sees the stewardess come out of her shell, actively putting herself out there to try and enjoy herself. During a weekend getaway on her own, she signs up for a surf lesson with a handsome instructor. But a surprise awaits them when a cop finds them naked on the beach and makes demands of his own.
In Part 4: USA, while in Los Angeles, the stewardess and one of her friends decide to interview for a publicity campaign promoting an aviation school. They discover what it’s like to get screwed—both literally and figuratively—by manipulative, cunning, and good-looking men in L.A.
In Part 5: Ireland, the stewardess heads out on a romantic weekend getaway at an Irish castle with her current boy-toy. But she has no idea that the castle offers such unique amenities to their patrons. Butlers, maids, and even guests seem to be at everyone's beck and call.
In Part 6: Thailand, the stewardess explores Bangkok with a fellow flight attendant. While at a spa, she and her coworker experience sensations that most tourists visiting Thailand will never experience. She crosses boundaries that even the captain would never dare touch. Will the captain manage to get closer to the stewardess by tracking down her unique Thai coworker?
In Part 7: France, the stewardess goes through a roller-coaster of emotions after learning of her aunt’s passing. Her past gets dug up, and she exposes some of her painful romantic memories. Will the identifying details she slipped in her journal be enough for the captain to discover who she is?
In Part 8: Holland, the stewardess and one of her coworkers go cycling through the Netherlands and entertain themselves with the handsome men they encounter. The captain believes he may have found her. But did he?
In Part 9: Japan, the stewardess participates in a unique Japanese game show. The captain, while trying to track down a copy of that recording, gets himself in deep trouble. Can he find a way to protect his reputation? And will the risk he takes prove to be worthwhile?
In Part 10: Spain, the stewardess comes to terms with her sexual desires and leaves a clue behind for the captain to find. Will it be enough for him to finally uncover her identity and meet her?
At last, I got to take a break from walking up and down the aisle. Most of the passengers in economy class were asleep and giving their service button a break. Most except for a workaholic in 8A and a musty-mustached man in 14D who kept winking at me.
How stupid was I to wear brand new heels on a red-eye flight?My feet and legs are killing me! If I don’t have blisters yet, they’re coming. That’s for sure.
But these black babies look fantastic and I enjoy being a little taller.
Maybe I shouldn’t have bought into the marketing hype, but high heels did make me feel sexier... and happier. And after my disastrous weekend getaway with Stupid-Self-Centered-Sam, I needed to take any emotional, mental, or shoe-related compensation I could get.
My sense of self-worth had to rise from this muddy bottom, and it had recently gone up by exactly three inches.
Musty-Mustached-Man-in-14D suggested (for the second time) that his ticket included entry to the mile-high club.
It was the only part of the job I didn’t like.
Having a hottie flirt with me was always enjoyable, of course. But being hit on by a man who physically grossed me out and made me want to Febreze the heck out of the entire plane... Forcing myself to be polite and smile at him was just...
But thankfully, Alex, a tall red-headed stewardess I’d flown with before, graciously took him off my hands a minute ago.
I stayed within earshot while she chit-chatted with him.
Her exact words were impossible to recall, but she was nice and thoughtful. She certainly knew how to serve shit on a tray with a smile. She even got thanked for it.
I headed toward the back of the plane, a large smile on my face, shaking my head.
“Alex, I owe you one,” I told her when she joined me back in the galley.
“No worries. I know how to handle those guys,” she said. Alex lifted her eyebrows before continuing. “Not to toot my own horn, but I know how to manipulate most men to get what I want.”
I busied myself seeing if there was trash or empty water bottles to get rid of, but my thoughts kept spinning back to Self-Centered-Sam.
“If only I had your ways with men,” I told Alex. “Maybe I wouldn’t be stuck spending my next over-nighter alone in a hotel room.”
“Stop whining and move on with your life,” she said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“But I thought he was the right guy for me. I liked him. I actually thought we were going somewhere, you know?”
Her big green eyes wide open, Alex stayed motionless for a second before shaking her head. She sipped more of her coffee, staring down the aisle, then at me. She sighed, shook her head again, then finally spoke. “What the heck happened? You might as well get it off your chest.”
“I don’t know,” I said, mentally debating whether talking about it would help or make things worse.
“Come on,” she persisted in-between sips. “Might as well pour your little heart out because I’ll never ask about your love life again. You know me.” Alex paused, raised her palm as if to stop the words she’d just let out, and then continued. “I’ll never ask about your romantic life, but I reserve the right to ask about your sexual adventures.”
I could feel my cheeks flush.
Talk about my sex life with her?
Then again, I needed to vent. Plus, we had a few hours to kill before landing.
She nudged me, her eyebrows raised, then walked away for a second to get rid of her empty coffee cup.
My inner debate continued, with logic taking the upper hand over my shyness and need for privacy.
Alex has politely offered her kind ear. It’s now or never. Who knows? Maybe she can help me understand where I went wrong?
She came back and leaned against the bulkhead, her eyes locked on me.
“I don’t even know where to begin...” I started, then let out a long breath. How can I summarize it all? “To make a long story short—”
She flicked her fingers against my shoulder. “No way. I want all the details. Especially the juicy bits.”
“Not sure about that. We’ll see. It all started when we arrived at the campground near Banff.”
“Which one?” she asked.
“You’ve probably never heard of it. It’s not even posted on any of the maps I’ve seen.”
She tilted her head. “Try me.”
“Slanted Pine Roads, I think.”
Alex twisted her face for a second.
Is she trying to pinpoint that campsite on the map of her mental atlas?
“You’re right: no idea. Never heard of that one. Continue.”
“Doesn’t matter anyway. Sam knew where it was, so he headed directly to the little building at the entrance so he could check in and pay for one of the sites where his pickup truck would fit.”
“You guys weren’t camping in an RV?”
“No, just the back of his truck. Believe me, I’d have preferred a tent. At least the ground wouldn’t have been so hard. Anyway, he stayed in there for a few minutes. I remained outside and hung around the truck, trying to get cellphone reception—which was impossible. He finally walked out of the building and returned to our vehicle, then we drove and parked at one of the campsites. There weren’t many. Maybe twenty-five or so—”
“But please tell me there were showers, right? Regular toilets and showers with running water?”
“Of course. He knew better than to take me camping without the basic necessities. He was an ass in many ways, but he was still a gentleman... Well, at that point he hadn’t proven otherwise yet.”
“So, what happened?”
I stopped as I noticed a tired-looking passenger walking toward us. Probably wants to use the bathroom at the back of the plane.
Alex frowned, her palms flipped upward in a silent WTF. I pointed my chin at the man.
She turned around. “Ah,” she said.
We stayed quiet for a couple of minutes. Out of boredom, I yet again tidied up the food preparation area.
A loud flushing sound echoed from the nearby toilet, and I waited for the passenger to exit and return to his seat, out of earshot, before finally continuing. “So, it was all fine and good. We went for a walk around the site. It was nice. The smell of the forest, the quietness of it all, the chirping sounds and everything... We hiked up some random path. Must have been on it for about an hour before we reached a small river. Beautiful, but holy cow was the water cold!”
“You swam in it?”
“Hell no! But Sam did. I don’t know why. Anyway, after he came out, he was freezing. Obviously. So I... warmed him up again,” I said, tilting my head to the side.
“I said I wanted to hear all the juicy bits,” she whispered, although her expression was silently yelling at me, ordering me to divulge everything.
I popped my eyes at her. “I promise to give you some, the important ones, but let’s just say that we had a... quickie by the river and some body heat got transferred where it mattered.”
“Seriously, you’ve got to work on that. If that’s as exciting as your story gets, I don’t want to hear any more.”
“Alex, just be patient!” I exclaimed in a hushed tone. “So, about an hour and a half later, we were back in the truck. It was already getting pretty cool by then. He told me he was going to start a fire, so I got changed into my jeans and sweater. He said he was heading out to buy a pack of logs. That was all fine and good. The chilly mountain air was getting to me, so after waiting for him for what felt like an eternity—or at least thirty minutes—I made my way to the reception building to see what was taking him so long. I walked in on him flirting with a cute twenty-something girl wearing a large sweater and possibly shorts, although I couldn’t tell. Long legs, wool socks, and hiking boots were all I could see. I guess she was the campsite employee.”
“Ooh la la!” Alex said.
“Yes. I think that’s when our romantic getaway took a left turn. I greeted them both. He picked up the stack of fire wood and said he’d be right out, but I saw him lean toward her and whisper something in her ear. I should have known something was up, but I didn’t want to see it. Anyway, we headed back to our campsite together. He then carried on explaining himself. Telling me some bullshit about how they grew up in the same town.”
“What? In Canada?”
“Yeah! I thought he was American. Tells you how much I knew about him. Not that his nationality mattered, but I simply didn’t know anything about this guy. So we started drinking beer (he had brought a cooler full). He got busy cooking potatoes and steaks on the fire. That girl from the registration building kept patrolling around the path that connected all campsites. Every time she drove by in her pickup truck, she’d smile and wave at us, although I suspected she mostly waved at him.”
“So... Are you telling me that smiles and hand gestures were the only things that happened? That’s lame.”
“No, no! Patience, Alex. Don’t get your panties in a big wet knot! So, we were cuddling by the fire, trying to stay warm, but I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. We moved to the back of his truck, made love, then I fell asleep.”
“Why am I listening to you? You don’t stand a chance in Top-Sexy-Weekend contenders. You must be boring as hell in the sack.”
Who is she to insinuate what I’m like in bed?
I did my best to ignore her insult and continued with my story. “That night was pretty dull. Had to stick to missionary position so the truck wouldn’t rock too much and bother nearby campers. I woke up a little later and realized he wasn’t in his sleeping bag. So, since I had to pee anyway—those nights are damn cool in the mountains—I put on a sweater and jeans and headed out of the truck. My eyes took a second to acclimate to the dark night sky, but then a cloud moved out of the way and the full moon lit my path. I was heading toward the bathroom when I noticed the campground vehicle a few feet from our site, on the main path. I wouldn’t have thought anything of it, except that it was moving... to a certain cadence, if you catch my drift.”
“Someone was fucking the campsite employee in there?” Alex asked, looking like saliva was about to come out of her mouth.
“Yeah. So, putting two and two together, Sam not being asleep next to me and the rocking motion of the pickup truck... I felt an urge to go and see. The windows were fogged up and a woman’s moans were becoming less and less discreet. Then a hand reached toward the window and landed flat on it before slowly dropping down, clearing enough of the condensation and letting enough moonlight in for me to see inside.”
Alex’s green eyes were glued on me. “And?” she asked.
“It was the campsite employee alright, and I would have recognized that tight ass and left-slanted cock in any line-up. It was my Sam, going at her, just a few feet from where he’d left me to sleep after making love to me.”
“Oh no! What did you do?”
“What do you think I did?”
“Oooh!” A large grin appeared on Alex’s face. Her eyes had never been rounder. “You slammed a baseball bat on the windshield? Smashed the head lights? Did you call her supervisor? Oh, I know! You did something much, much better...” She paused and grabbed me by the arm before whispering her last guess in my ear. “Did you join them?”
I pulled away from her and shook my head. “What’s wrong with you?”
A throat-clearing sound made me turn around. A teenage kid was standing there, wanting some water. Based on his glazed-over eyes, he hadn’t heard a word of what I’d been saying. Good.
I grabbed a plastic glass and filled it with water, then handed it to him. “Here you go, dear,” I said, and then waited until he was seated again to turn and look at Alex once more.
“No. None of that,” I answered. “I went back to the truck and pretended to be sleeping when he snuck back in.”
She flipped her hands up. “Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Nothing. I was upset. I was really upset—and I still am to be honest—but I needed to first process the information in my head before confronting him. I don’t believe we need to dramatize everything.”
“Well, your life would be a lot more interesting, at least sexually speaking, if you were a bit more dramatic—”
A light sound chimed in the galley, indicating that someone had pressed the service button. I used it as my cue to walk away from Alex and her uncomfortable statements for a minute.
Would my sexual life be more exciting with more drama?
“Anyway,” I continued when I returned to the galley at the back of the plane a few minutes later. “I’m over him now. Well... I’m trying to be. I realize he wasn’t right for me. We ended it when he drove me to the airport.”
“Way to go, that’s my girl,” Alex told me with a smile. “You can’t end up with a cheating bastard if you never commit, and you can’t be hurt by someone who doesn’t belong to you. At least, that’s my take on relationships.”
I let her words marinate for a few minutes. She and I certainly viewed things differently... Not that she was right or wrong.
“And to think I was considering leaving my job to spend more time with him,” I said.
“Whoa. Hold your horses. Men who expect women like us to give up traveling to exotic destinations... Men who want us to stop meeting new people from all over the world... They’re simply not for us! You know that, right?”
Alex shook her head at me, probably recollecting a similar conversation we’d had a few months ago. She didn’t share my love ideals and definitely didn’t believe in ‘finding the one.’
Can she be right? Have romantic movies ruined me? Are my expectations unrealistic?
I let my eyes stare into nothingness for a while, trying to forget about the whole thing.
When reality kicked back in, Alex was looking at herself in her powder case, fixing her makeup before spilling out more of her wise pearls.
“If you stop expecting things from men—or from anyone for that matter—you’ll be a lot happier.” She smacked her bright red lips before continuing. “For example: I don’t seek relationships; I only want to find my next fling with a handsome man who can make me come like the princess that I am. Just let yourself be. Enjoy the physical company of another human being for once! One-night stands are so liberating. You should really give them a try sometime.”
“Don’t you have a new boyfriend? That black guy from Seattle?” I asked.
“A boyfriend? That’s... way more than a stretch. But I guess I could call him a multiple-night stand. I’m seeing him again tomorrow...” She looked at her watch. “Or tonight, I should say. It’ll be his first time in Toronto. Doubt he’ll see more than the four walls of my hotel room, though.”
I smiled at Alex.
Should I take cues from her? Should I stop caring so much about trying to find men who displayed decent relationship potential?
What I’m doing is certainly not working.
What harm is there in trying something new?
I decided to find out.
“Any tips on how to become more like you?” I asked her.
“Listen. You follow my lead and I gua-ran-tee you’ll have a guy sharing that hotel room with you tonight. You up for it?”
What? Now? Here?
A wave of fear came over me.
Definitely out of my comfort zone. But then again, why not?
I raised my shoulders and nodded silently, trying to hide the fact that my heart was beating way too fast.
“That’s my girl,” she said before taking off her uniform jacket. “Is it just me or is it hot in here tonight?”
I nodded again. The plane was really warm right now, probably because whoever had set the temperature knew we didn’t have enough blankets onboard for everyone.
“I’ve got an idea,” she said before unbuttoning her shirt a little. “Seriously, follow my lead. We’ll offer the passengers who are still awake an extra snack and drink service. Watch and learn.”
She reached behind her back and undid her strapless bra, then pulled it out of her shirt from the front. After tucking it in the inner pocket of the jacket she’d just hung in the storage area, she pinched her nipples until they became firm and started poking through the fabric of her white shirt.
“Your turn,” Alex said. I hesitated for a second and she tried to reassure me. “Hardly anyone’s awake! What are you afraid of?”
Turning around to peek at the passengers, I saw that most of them were deep asleep, just like she’d said. I took off my jacket, but my bra wasn’t strapless. I stepped in the bathroom for a second to take my top and bra off, then I put my long-sleeve shirt back on.
“You’ve got nice tits!” she said, grabbing them with both hands through the fabric of my shirt.
I was a little surprised by her lack of boundaries, but hey... I obviously needed to be more audacious.
“Let’s go down the aisle. There’s a cutie near the front who’s still awake,” she said.
We got the cart ready and I followed her, pushing our collection of overpriced airline snacks and drinks.
After picking up various pillows and items that littered our path, we finally made it to the front. Alex was all smiles, her partly unbuttoned shirt gaining the attention of Cutie-Blondie. He looked like he was around twenty-five or twenty-six years old.
“Would you like a beverage, sir?” she asked, her hand stroking her collarbone and pulling her shirt open more, allowing her forearm to push her loose breasts against each other.
“Hmm, sure. Coke?” the man asked.
“Let me see if I have any left,” Alex said, maintaining eye contact with him for a couple of seconds, then bending down and letting him peer into her shirt while she was retrieving a can from the drawer. A Coca-Cola in hand, she stood back up and then popped open the can before talking to him some more. “It’s so hot in here tonight,” she said, moving her shirt to supposedly let some air in, but obviously letting him see more of her. “Would you like some ice with that?”
The man stirred in his seat, closed the magazine he was reading, and placed it in his lap before nodding.
Alex poured his drink slowly over a few ice cubes in a plastic cup. “Anything else?” she asked.
“Hmmm,” was all Cutie-Blondie said.
“I’ll be back later if you need anything.”
She nodded at me, and I pulled the cart back.
We offered a quick, non-flirty service to another couple of passengers who were awake near the middle of the plane.
“Can’t believe what you did,” I whispered. “So smooth!”
“Now’s your turn,” she said. “Behind you on your left,” she continued while pushing the cart.
I finally understood who she meant when I saw a brown-haired man with a pronounced 5 o’clock shadow. He was sitting alone in the second-last row, wearing jeans and a light-blue shirt. A sitcom was airing on his monitor, but he was watching us, a twinkle in his eyes.
From his aisle seat, did he see Alex’s little game?
“Good evening, sir,” I greeted him, flashing my biggest smile and rubbing the back of my neck, giving myself a chance to push out my breasts without being too obvious about it. I saw his eyes divert that way for a second before meeting mine.
He had a large grin on his face. “Good evening,” he said.
“May I interest you in a drink?”
“Don’t know. Kind of late for coffee,” he said, still smiling at me.
“Well, we also have soda, beer, hard liquor, and wine. Alcohol prices are listed here,” I said, grabbing a brochure and leaning way closer than necessary to offer him the pamphlet. I swear I heard him take a whiff of my scent. Good sign?
He took the onboard menu and inspected the listed offerings. “It’s hot in here; maybe I’ll have a beer, but only if it’s cold,” he said.
I bent down to reach into the drawer where we kept the cans. I made sure to pick the coldest beer I could find, then brought it to my cleavage, letting the chilled aluminum exterior cool me off for a second, enjoying its refreshing effect, and smiling at him.
“Yes, definitely cold,” I finally replied.
He motioned for me to lean in, and I did.
“Two tips are telling me you’re not lying,” he whispered before brushing one of my nipples with the back of his hand.
A shiver ran down my spine.
“I’m John by the way,” he said, now in a normal tone, as I returned to my cart. He handed me the brochure back, and I turned to face Alex for a second.
She winked at me, then nodded toward Cutie-Blondie and walked away, leaving me alone with John.
“Nice to meet you, John,” I said.
“You accept credit cards, right?” he asked, his brown eyes meeting mine.
I smiled and nodded.
He undid his seat belt before digging in his back pocket for his wallet. While he was doing that, I grabbed the payment machine and had it ready by the time he handed me his card.
I dealt with the transaction with half my attention on him and the other automatically processing the purchase, something I could do in my sleep. I returned his card along with a printed receipt before popping open the can for him. “Glass?”
“Yes, please,” he said, once again smiling at me, a devious expression in his eyes.
I poured some of the beer into the cup, then handed him the plastic container and the half-empty aluminum can. “Enjoy!” I said before pulling the cart back to its storage location.
Alex stepped into the galley a minute later.
“So?” she asked.
Is it going well? Probably.
I answered with just a smile.
“Wait for it. There’s a part two,” she said before glancing at the passengers and ensuring no one was looking back toward us. She rode her skirt up, pulled down her lacy white panties, and then placed them in one of the duty-free magazines that were stored in the nearby wall holder. “Here’s something he can’t resist.” She smoothed down her skirt and walked down the aisle toward Cutie-Blondie, her loaded magazine in hand.
I stayed back and watched from a distance.
A few steps later, she leaned forward, offering him once again a good view of her cleavage. She said something, winked at him, and then handed him the magazine before coming back toward me, beaming.
“What did you tell him?”
“There’s a special offer on page 24,” she said, once again flashing me her white teeth. “Okay, now’s your turn, lady. Handsome brown-haired guy’s looking at us right now.”
John was making the ‘come-here’ motion with his fingers, so I walked up to him.
“Sorry to bother you,” he said without a word more.
“Not at all.” I smiled.
He motioned for me to lean forward again. “What magazine did your colleague hand the man up front?” he asked.
“A copy of our duty-free magazine.”
“I believe I might also be interested in that special offer you ladies appear to have at the moment...” His fingers, which had previously been positioned on the armrest, now grazed the side of my leg. I could feel blood rushing to my cheeks.
Jeez, he overheard that?
“Any chance you could hand me your copy of the magazine?” I didn’t know what to say to that. I moved my shirt a little, not trying to expose myself, but honestly trying to ventilate so I could think more clearly.
Is it just hot or is he having an effect on me? Or both?
“Hey,” he said before undoing his seat belt and moving over to the empty seat next to him. He tapped on the cushioned chair he’d occupied only a second ago. “Sit for a second.”
I looked back at Alex, who’d been watching me from the nearby galley. She nodded.
I sat next to him, and he reached up to turn on the air and direct it at me, right at my décolletage. The cooler air felt really nice. I moved my shirt to let more air in.
“So, what do you think?” he prompted again, his fingers still discreetly moving up my side. “Looks like you’re feeling cooler now.” The back of his hand barely touched my left breast as he spoke. My nipples were hard.
I turned to face him. He was obviously intent on getting his request fulfilled.
“So, those duty-free specials?” he asked again.
I took a deep breath and mustered all the courage I had before looking into his brown eyes and divulging the truth in a quiet whisper, “You’re quite the looker... I’d love to share those specials with you... but it’s just that...”
“What? Are you too shy now?” he asked, his hand now grabbing my knee firmly enough to double my heartbeat.
I licked my lips before leaning in to whisper in his ear, “No, it’s just that I’m not wearing panties right now.”
Yeah, stupid me.
In my rush to end things with Self-Centered-Sam, I had left behind some of my clothes, including all my panties, except for the pair I’d had on, which reeked of campfire smoke. I’d stowed them away, sealing its stench in a plastic bag in my carry-on luggage.
His eyes brightened up and he tilted his head. “Is that so? Now, that’s surprising.”
He now looked at me with a provocative gaze, then he leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “Any chance you could give me a quick glance?”
After asking me, he leaned back into his seat, his eyes glued on mine with the expression of the cat who’d gotten the cream. He looked around before continuing. “Not right here, of course. But if you were to grab me a snack from that bottom drawer... over there,” he said, pointing to the far corner of the galley. “I’d really appreciate it.”
What he’d requested was definitely not in my nature, but my competitive spirit had been challenged. By him and by Alex. “And what would I get in exchange?” I asked.
“And look who’s talking now!” He eyed me up and down and leaned closer to me again, his lips a mere inch from my left ear. “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
I got up, stared him down, and then nodded. “Deal.”
I headed to the corner of the galley, where no one but John could glance at me. Alex was nowhere to be seen, but a quick look forward confirmed she’d taken a seat next to Cutie-Blondie.
I teasingly raised the hem of my skirt, a little bit at a time, until the lacy top of my black self-adhesive stockings became visible.
John sent me a smile of approval.
I hiked my skirt up some more, front and back, until it reached the perfect height, then turned around, bent down at the hip, and then opened up one of the drawers where we kept the extra cookies and napkins. I shook my bootie a little, raising my tailbone as high as I could and spreading my legs for just a second, then turned around and lowered my skirt again.
When I looked at John, his mouth was agape. Then he joined his hands repeatedly in a silent clap.
I walked back toward him and handed the cookies and napkin I’d just got. I was about to sit down next to him when another passenger across the aisle saw the offering and requested cookies as well.
“Of course, just a second,” I said to the man, feeling my cheeks redden as I walked away.
When I reached the galley, I turned around, John was looking at me, a large smirk on his face, his eyebrows raised.
Is he expecting a second show?
I shook my head. Playtime was over. More and more passengers were waking up, so I put on my jacket, hiding my unsupported breasts for now until I could put my bra back on later.
Now looking—and acting—more professional, I brought the requested treat to the other passenger then discreetly addressed my flirty brown-haired man. “And I believe you owe me something, Mr. John.”
“Of course,” he said before getting up and taking his phone into the unoccupied washroom next to the galley.
In the mean time, Alex returned to the back, put on her jacket, and we both started getting ready for the final drink service.
“So, how’s it going with 48C?” she asked.
“I think you’d be proud of me.”
She leaned in, brimming. “Tell me more!”
“Later—he’s in the washroom,” I whispered, pointing at the door a mere two feet away from us.
“Ooh la la, can’t wait.”
I didn’t see my handsome John come out of the lavatory until the final service had started.
By the time I reached his row at the back of the plane, he’d returned to his assigned seat. He had his phone ready, as if paying in kind for the abysmal cup of coffee I was about to pour for him.
“It’s unlocked. Just look at the last photo,” he said, handing me the device. I took it, placed it in my jacket pocket, and then finished serving the other seats across the aisle before pushing the cart away, finally able to view my reward.
“Wow!” I couldn’t help but gasp when I saw his large cock on the screen. Alex came over, and I hid the phone, but John was looking at me and had seen me react. By the way his shoulders lifted, I understood he didn’t care whether or not the image was kept private. I showed Alex the photo and she smiled, sending flirty eyes toward John. A polite nod later, he turned his gaze toward me. I mimicked his previous silent clapping motion.
John got up from his seat and walked toward me. Alex stepped away and headed to help a passenger who’d just pressed the assistance button.
What now? This was brand new territory for me, so I didn’t know what to expect.
I extended the hand with which I was holding his phone. He was probably coming here to get it back.
“It’s a little late for me to suggest we join a certain club, but maybe we could... grab a coffee when this plane lands? What do you think?” he asked.
Alex’s previous remarks about my need to have a one-night stand still echoed in my mind. “Why not?” I finally replied.
He scribbled his number on the corner of a nearby in-flight magazine and ripped it off before handing it to me.
“Call me, gorgeous! I’ll be in Toronto for a few days.”
“Maybe,” was all I said, and he returned to his seat just as the captain turned on the seat belt sign and announced that we’d be landing shortly.
I donned a classy yet simple black skirt with a silky white blouse and slipped on my new heels over the Band-Aid covered blisters I’d gotten earlier in the day.
After taking one last look in the mirror, I spritzed a dash of jasmine on my neck and left my room to head to the place that Alex had recommended.
Once seated in the contemporary-fusion restaurant, I ordered myself a steak and french fries with a glass of Bordeaux. Meeting her down here was somewhat unlikely—with her quasi-boyfriend being in town tonight—but who knew. Maybe I’d find a kind soul to converse with over a drink.
The short, curly-haired bartender was cute. I smiled at him, but he showed no interest in me. A handsome man came and sat a few bar stools away from me. My efforts to make eye contact with him proved futile.
Fifteen minutes of light background jazz music later, a short brunette joined him. His wife. Good for him.
Fed, alone, lonely, and without any sign of Alex—she was probably getting laid now—I returned to my hotel room, anxious to watch a movie or do something to once again get my mind off Self-Centered-Sam and his cheating ways.
Why am I still thinking about him?
I was toying with the idea of calling John but somehow couldn’t bring myself to do it. Was it too romantic of me to want something more than a one-night stand with a stranger? Even a good-looking one with a nice cock?
After unlocking my door with the magnetic card, I flipped on the lights and kicked my heels off. It was incredibly hot in my room. I walked over to the air conditioning unit by the window.
Just as I was about to cut off what was left of daylight outside and block out the bright lampposts that already illuminated the inside courtyard of my hotel—yes, I had a crappy view of other people’s suites—I found the perfect distraction for me. It was exactly what I needed this very minute: a naked couple going at it two floors down, across the courtyard from me.
Their lights were on, their blinds wide open. It was an open invitation for all voyeurs out there, and I was certainly one of them. However, not being of the exhibitionist variety, I decided to turn off my lights before sliding the large padded chair directly in front of the window, where I could get a good view of the action without being seen. It was like watching my neighbor’s porn channel through my bedroom curtains. I couldn’t make out their exact facial expressions or even their traits, but sometimes these things were best left to the imagination.
A tall and slender woman was on all fours, naked on the bed, her head facing the headboard, ankles and feet dangling off the end of the mattress. Her red hair draped and hid her face. Behind her, a black, muscular man was doing her doggy style. His large hands contrasted against her ivory body, like two huge ink spots. Her breasts bounced forward and back, almost hitting her in the face. The visual intrusion on their actions felt so real and close, I could almost hear the flapping noises of their skin. She put her face down on the comforter, resting her breasts against the bed and lifting her ass to change the man’s penetration angle.
I couldn’t resist. My view would be so much more entertaining and enjoyable as an interactive experience. To add to that, the various scenarios my mind had imagined since my encounter with John hadn’t done anything to suppress my horniness.
Without hesitation, I stood up and took off my skirt and the new panties I’d bought to replace the pairs I’d left behind, then sat back down, resting my feet on the air conditioning unit in front of me. I adjusted the knobs to the coolest setting and let the powerful breeze tease my trimmed pussy. I undid the top three buttons of my shirt and slid one hand into my bra to get a hold of one of my breasts. The other hand joined the breeze in caressing my exposed lips.
Just as I got comfortable, the couple changed position. The woman pulled away from the man and stood up before walking toward the window. The man followed. He stood about a foot taller than her. As they passed the writing desk, he grabbed her by the hips and sat her down on the solid piece of furniture.
Wonderful. Perfect viewing point.
They were probably a foot from the window, the entire desk visible and their beautiful bodies exposed for the world—or at least the whole courtyard—to see.
He pulled up her legs one at a time and rested them against his strong shoulders, then his black shaft entered her. He slid her toward him, letting her head and back rest on the desk while he held her ass in his large hands, banging her with ardor.
I inserted a finger inside me, then two, imagining his large black cock fucking me. I matched my rhythm to his, my other hand caressing my breasts, then moving down to my clit.
The woman lifted her arms up, and he slowed down. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. While still inside her, he lifted her from the desk and pressed her back and ass against the window. Each of his pushes flattened the woman’s exposed bottom and lifted her up slightly.
I finger-fucked myself harder, faster.
I pinched my nipples, making them erect, then returned to my clit. I couldn’t help but arch my back, moving closer to the window as if the couple across from me were magnetically attracting me, supporting my orgasm, increasing my heartbeat along with theirs. My body approached the quivering point.
As the first wave of pleasure exploded from within me, I saw the man peer out the window, over his partner’s shoulder, in my direction, as if he’d seen me. Then I recognized Alex. They were both looking out the window in my direction, probably in their own post-orgasmic euphoria.
But they can’t see me. No, that can’t be. My lights are off.
I nonetheless closed the curtains.
And who cares if they saw me.
Alex certainly wouldn’t care. In fact, she’d probably be happy about it. And I’d just had a great show, free of charge, shame, and guilt. Well, mostly. I now knew what Alex’s layovers were like.
Feeling a little less bored, I took a shower to cool off and return to reality. Maybe I’d find myself a hot lover like Alex had. Actually... maybe I had this lover’s number in my purse.
Is it just a matter of picking up the phone and finding out?
He picked up on the second ring.
“John?” I started, “It’s—”
He started talking before I could introduce myself. “Hi, gorgeous. I was hoping you’d call. Do you want to meet?”
His sexy voice made what was left of my hesitation evaporate.
“Join me at Korimate?” I offered.
“Sure, I know where it is. Thirty minutes?”
I felt an irrepressible smile appear on my face. “Perfect. I’m already here, sitting at the bar.”
After hanging up, I rested my phone on the marble countertop. I got the attention of the bartender. Work shifts must have changed. A blonde woman with her hair neatly tied up in a ponytail now manned the bar. I asked for a glass of Chardonnay.
Excitement and a little bit of apprehension entered my mind. I stared at my nails and resisted the urge to bite them and ruin my manicure. My reflection in the large mirror behind the bar guided me in readjusting how my red necklace fell into my cleavage. I still had that healthy, rosy glow that resulted from having come just a little while ago.
I told myself that I looked okay, as attractive as I could be with what nature had granted me. I was staring at the bottom of my empty wine glass when I heard John’s sexy voice behind me.
“Hey, there!” he said, placing his hand on my waist and kissing me on the left cheek, but ever so close to my lips. I inhaled his cologne. Aqua Blue? I once dated a guy who wore that delicious scent all the time. Before I could go down memory lane and remember who that was, he started talking.
“What’s your poison?” he asked, noticing the empty glass in front of me.
“Cave Spring Estate Bottled Chardonnay Musqué,” I replied.
He got the bartender’s attention and ordered our drinks while I took the opportunity to have a good look at him. I had found him quite handsome on the plane, but now he was quite simply a tall, dark, and handsome stud in his jeans and crisp white shirt.
How I loved men with cufflinks... Fairly wealthy?
A few minutes later, drinks in hand, we headed toward an empty booth near the back of the bar.
“You’ve kept me waiting a long time,” he said after we sat down next to each other on the crescent-shaped red leather seat. “But I’m really glad you called.”
“And I really have to consider making your airline my preferred choice if that’s how you ladies serve your passengers,” he continued, sliding his finger along my lower arm.
I felt my cheeks redden. “That’s not regular service,” I said, smiling. “Doubt you’ll have the same experience again on one of our flights.”
“That’s too bad, but I’m glad I did.”
He slid closer to me in the booth.
“So where did we leave off?” he asked, one of his arms wrapped around my shoulders while the other slid down to my leg.
“About there, I guess.” I had goose bumps and could feel myself getting wet already. Half of me couldn’t believe I was actually capable of meeting a quasi-stranger in a bar, going through with a one-night stand. But my body was clearly fine with the idea. I ordered my mind to shut up and just enjoy it.
“Are you still lacking a certain piece of clothing?” he asked with a crooked smile.
I thought about how much I had stressed out earlier about whether or not to wear my new panties for him. “Actually, I had a chance to go shopping this afternoon... But I left those in my hotel room.”
“I don’t believe you. Mind if I check?”
His fingers moved to outline the hem of my skirt, which sat about four inches below my pussy. I looked down, the table wasn’t draped with a tablecloth, but the lights were low. Chances were that none of the people in the bar would notice anything. I parted my legs slightly in agreement.
His digits slid up my inner thighs and stopped just short for a second, his eyes locked onto mine. My slight annoyance at his stopping must have shown on my face because his smile became a little more crooked when he resumed and finally reached my pussy.
At first, his fingertips just tickled me. But I wanted more.
I lowered myself to get closer to his hand by an inch or two, hiking my skirt in the process. He leaned in to brush his lips against my neck. His kisses were ocean-scented whispers that only served to crank up my horniness. But his fingers were more eager. His thumb teased my clit while the tip of two of his fingers circled my pussy, pinched my lips, then finally entered me just a tad.
His mouth met mine in a fervent kiss. Our tongues intertwined, his passion apparently as high as mine. His hand was still busy with my pussy, but he pulled his mouth away from my lips and moved on to kiss my ear.
“You’re so wet. I love it,” he whispered before nibbling on my earlobe.
Two of his fingers were now fully inside me, and I swear I could hear how lubricated my pussy was. I wanted him. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered in his ear.
“Right here in this booth?” he asked, pulling away from me, a big smirk on his face.
By now, all I could think of was finding the closest private—or semi-private—location. My hotel room was way too far. I wanted him this minute.
A quick glance around provided the answer I needed.
“The bathroom. Join me in the ladies’ in thirty seconds,” I ordered while grabbing a napkin from the table, pushing his hand out of the way, and then quickly wiping my inner legs. I awkwardly pulled down on my skirt just as I exited the booth.
After grabbing my purse, I headed to the washroom.
On my way there, I saw my reflection in the mirror behind the bar: my cheeks were red—blame it on the wine or him?—and my hair was a little out of place. I drew my hand through it to smooth it out a bit. I was so turned on by John that I could almost feel my heartbeat in my genitals.
A few steps later, I turned into a hallway and pushed open the door to the ladies’ room. A fifty-something woman stood in front of the mirror reapplying lipstick.
Damn.Is she almost done? Staying?
Unsure, I washed my hands in the sink next to hers. We shared a silent smile across the mirror; then she headed into a stall.
I quickly dried my hands and then walked out just as John arrived at the door.
“Occupied,” I said discreetly, then I noticed the large handicapped bathroom a few steps away. I nodded in that direction, and we both headed that way.
A few seconds later, we arrived at the large door. He checked it, and it opened right away.
“Ladies first,” he gallantly offered. I snuck in and he joined me in the industrial-cleaner-scented room before locking the door behind us.
I made my way to the sink and rested my small black, silky handbag against the mirror. My heart pounded in my chest.
Am I really going to go through with this? Can I be that kind of woman?
His voice brought me back to the here and now.
“A bit larger than an airplane’s washroom, but it still works for me,” he said, moving toward me before framing my head in his hands, and then kissing me.
I backed up until my back hit the tiled wall partition that separated the toilet from the sink area. He lifted me up and sat me next to the low, wheelchair-accessible wash basin. He unbuttoned my blouse, digging in to expose my bra and feel my breasts. After helping me get the blouse off, his hands reached behind my back and released my breasts from their lacy prison. I pulled my arms out of the bra straps and tossed my undergarment to join my blouse in the sink next to me.
“Ah, those gorgeous tits!” he said, moving away from me slightly as if wanting to take in the view. “You know you were driving me mad, the way you were moving that beer can in your cleavage on the plane? I just wanted to suck on your tits, squeeze them, pinch those nipples.”
I could feel my cheeks flush.
Being so blatantly seen as the object of a hot guy’s sexual desires was a first for me. Cloud nine—or maybe nine hundred—was my emotional address at that exact moment.
John neared me again and began massaging my breasts. I reached for his silver belt buckle and unfastened it. He wore button-up jeans, and I undid the metal fasteners one at a time, very aware of his erect cock ready to pop out. Halfway done, I squeezed one hand into his jeans and grabbed his firm ass, pleasantly surprised to realize he was commando. I undid the last few buttons and finally exposed his glorious cock. I brought him closer to me and kissed him.
Our mouths were hungry, demanding, but my pussy was the horniest of all. Two of his fingers fucked me while I stroked him with my hand. I pulled out of his embrace for a second to reach into my purse for a condom.
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