21 comments/ 270783 views/ 36 favorites Flight Attendant By: Fortysomething I fumbled with the keys to open the door, my right hand on the luggage handle. I was still in my flight attendant uniform, high heels, medium cut skirt and a scarf around my neck with the airline colors. I was tired and ready to relax on the couch with drink. I hadn't seen my 18 year old son in two days, and I wanted to make sure he was ok. But I also remembered so many other returns home when I had my husband waiting for me, but not any more. The loneliness had been hanging on me for a long time. I finally got the key in the door and walked into our apartment. "Honey? Are you home?" "Hi Mom!" He seemed excited to see me, which was refreshing. He walked slowly toward me to give me a hug. This was a recent development, I think it came from all the TV shows with people hugging each other. He wrapped his arms around me, giving me a big kiss, catching a little lip, while his hands dropped reaching the top of my butt. The hugs had become more affectionate each time I came home, but I enjoyed the extra attention. "Brian, could you make me a drink and bring over the ash tray? I am exhausted." "Sure, sit down and relax." I looked at myself in the mirror. For forty-four I still looked great. I had the hourglass figure, my breasts were large and still firm. My hair still looked good after the long flight, held up in a bun. With that thought I went towards the couch remembering that young steward who had been chatting me up the night before in the hotel bar. "I should have slept with him." I thought. He was only 28, but very handsome. It felt good to have a young man attracted to me, even though he was only looking for a one night stand. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, showing a bit of thigh under a dark stocking. Brian handed me the drink and sat down next to me. Putting his head on my shoulder while I leaned back. The whiskey felt good and so did my son's affectionate. We talked about our days and he freshened up my drink. While he was up a lit a cigarette. When he sat down again he now laid his head lower, his chin touching my breast. It made me a little uncomfortable, but it also reminded me of the night I missed with the steward. I sat up and put out the cigarette, took a sip of my drink then leaned back again. He put his head back on my chest, farther down on my breast. The alcohol was taking effect, and I began to feel good, comfortable with my son's affection. "How loving he was." I thought, and turned and kissed him on the forehead. His hand reached across me and rubbed my thigh, then moved up to my stomach. I felt tingly, his hand rose and stroked my ribs. I kissed him on the forehead, he suddenly lifted his head and kissed my on the lips, while his hand rose and cupped my breast. I kissed him with a closed mouth, he used his lips to open my mouth, racing his tongue into my teeth. I reluctantly opened my mouth and let his tongue touch mine. I put my hand on his as it touched my breast. I suddenly realized how wrong this was. I gulped, then broke away. "My, how affectionate you are tonight!" trying not to hurt his feelings. I gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I've got to get to bed. I have to leave tomorrow afternoon. Do you need anything?" He just looked at me, puppy faced. I raised an eyebrow and smiled. I lay in bed contemplating what was going wrong. The lights were out. What was happening? Had I done something to provoke him. I was his mother. How could I let him go that far? I felt guilty. A knock on the door. I knew what he wanted. "Mom, can I come in a second?" "Sure honey?" My voice shook. I knew. I was scared. He was only wearing briefs. He crawled on the bed and put his head back on my chest. I was unable to move, not knowing what to do or say. He began kissing my neck, but I couldn't move to stop him, down toward my breast, I could feel him pull down my silk top, his tongue wrapping around my nipple. I felt the pleasure, for a moment I almost lost myself in it. His hand rubbed my thigh. I came to. "Brian, please, I'm your mother." I wanted to be firm but kind. "You should do this with your girlfriend, not me, please." "But I don't have a girlfriend and you are so pretty." I breathed deeply. "Thank you dear, but really, you need to go to your room. I understand you are excited, but this is not right. Don't worry about. We all can get over excited sometimes. Good night." He walked off silently. I flew out the next day while he was still at school, not coming back till the following day. I continued to think about what was happening with Brian and how I missed his dad. His father was a good man, but couldn't control himself. He drank, ran around and finally ran off with a girl half my age. But for all the trouble, I missed him. He was a good man, but just no control. Maybe his son was like him. I had a drink at the bar, but the steward was no where to be found. What also worried me was that I did enjoy his affections more than I wanted to admit, and I was ready to sleep with the young steward to rid myself of any desires. But no luck. What would I say to Brian? I decided that I had to talk to him, let him know it was ok, that I was fine, and we would just chalk it up to excess hormones. I nervously opened the door. But he was not waiting for me. "Honey, are you home?" No answer. I knocked on his door. "Hi Mom." He said sullenly. "Come on out and make me a drink, mister. I missed you." "Okay." I was wearing pants this time, just in case. "And how about a hug?" He perked up and moved quickly, his hands staying respectfully on my back. We sat on the couch. I took a long a drag on my cigarette, and a healthy swig from my drink. "Brian, I want to talk to you about the other night. I want to let you know that it is ok. I know how it is to be young, and I am still attractive. Don't worry about it, it will be our little secret." I wanted to give him a peck on the cheek but somehow it come out on his lips. "I'm sorry mom, but you looked so good, and you know. I just think you are really sexy, and since I don't have a girlfriend, well." I opened my arms and brought his head to my chest. I shouldn't have. His hand moved up to my ribs. "I'm sorry, you still love me. Don't you?" "Of course I do baby." I felt his hand move up again. I gently put mine on it. He sighed. "But what do you want to do? I am your mother." "Can't I just touch it a little?" I sat up. "Just a little." I shook my head unconvincingly. "Just once, and that is it. Promise?" I said. I knew I shouldn't, but he looked so pained. I unbuttoned my shirt, looking into his eyes. I had on a nice lace bra. He looked on wide eyed, as if he were in shock. "With the bra on. Ok?" He put his head down and kissed the skin, rubbing the bottom of the lace with his hand. His finger rubbing over my covered nipple, his hand on my thigh. I began to breath deeply. He wore sweat pants, and I could feel his bulge on my other thigh. He began to rub it on my leg. Without my knowing, he quickly pulled the bra down one breast and put his lips on my bare nipple. I felt the tingling, his hand now moved between my legs, I pushed them together but too late, he was there. I could feel the moisture. My god, what was I doing? He reached for my hand, and placed it on his bulge. I rubbed it, knowing it was the only way to stop this. I sat up, pulled my bra up, and leaned him back. I brought my covered breast to his mouth, and moved my hand under his pants, rubbing him over his briefs. I didn't want to touch him directly if I didn't have to. I circled him with my fingers, he closed his eyes. His lips looked for mine, I gave in. I put my tongue into his mouth and began rubbing harder. His sighing became heavy, a little more. He needed one more thing got get him off. I unclipped my bra, and moved my breast to his mouth. "Suck baby, suck." That did it. I could feel him buck, the moisture coming through the briefs. His breathing slowed. "Now, honey, this will never happen again. We will never speak of this or will you ever touch me inappropriately. OK. This was a onetime deal. Now go to bed." The next few days I slept poorly and avoided any situations where he could make another advance on me. I was distraught. What had I done? Sometimes I thought it was not a big deal, a common thing that happened but no one spoke of. Other times I thought I had committed an atrocity. I was also terrified that I did enjoy exciting him and getting him off. I felt terribly guilty about it. How could I enjoy doing that to my soon? I was happy to get out of the house, a three day international trip. I fretted and drank too much and arrived home exhausted. This time I was wearing the skirt, with dark hose and the light gold shirt with the airline colors. I could tell from the expression on his face he was excited to see me. Too excited. He got me a drink as I sat on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table. "I'm exhausted, my legs are killing me." Hoping this would keep him off me. "Let me rub them for you." I just sat back, unable to react. He put my high heels into his chest and rubbed my calves. I closed my eyes. He worked one leg then the other. I was getting excited. I was terrified. I drank while he worked the other leg. He took off my shoes then moved down to my thighs. "You have great legs." I do have great legs, I thought. He moved down the middle of my thighs. I let go. He worked the other leg. He finally reached in between my legs. "What are you doing?" He continued and I let him, my eyes closed. He lifted my legs and put his bulge between me and moved his face to mine, kissing my neck and lips. "No, please." I said weakly. He quickly reached down and removed my panties and hose with one movement then placed his hands on my now moist crotch. He knew, there was no escaping. He lowered his pants and briefs and moved his hard rod right into me. He stroked slowly, letting it lubricate my insides. I kept my eyes closed as he got his rhythm. I dug my heels into his back and began to enjoy it, losing myself in the passion. We were now kissing passionately, my shirt still buttoned up, scarf on. I moaned. He moved more quickly, lowering his head to mine, our tongues totally engaged. I now wanted him on my breasts. I unbuttoned my shirt and quickly unclipped my bra and brought his head to my right nipple. "Suck on me." I began to take charge. I pushed him up, and moved to a lounge chair and sat down. I brought him too me and put his organ in my mouth. Building up the moisture as I moved back and forth on him, tinkling his balls. I couldn't believe what I was doing. I was sucking off my son. I turned and stood up, shaking my ass, calling him to enter me from behind. My skirt was up around my stomach, my breasts rocking, he drove into me, his hands cupping my breasts. "Sit down on the couch." I got on top of him, lifting my breast to his mouth, while I rode him. He lifted up into me as I came down on him. I loved it, and knowing it was wrong only made it better. I put my hand on his balls and stroked him, riding him hard, I could feel him buck and cum inside me. I rolled over on the couch. The incestuous flight attendant. Flight Attendant Fantasy Cum True I sat there at the gate steaming about why they hadn't started boarding the damn plane yet. It was already fifteen minutes late for takeoff and they hadn't let on a single passenger. Of course, being a seasoned traveler I should be used to this, but it seemed more frustrating that for some reason. I'd finished a long weekend of overtime getting a presentation ready for the next week and was anxious to get into town and relax a bit before I had to set up for the conference. Irritated, I sat thumbing through a sports magazine I had picked up in a shop in the main concourse. Finally they boarded and actually the crew was very efficient and pleasant, they got us seated and the flight attendant went through pre-flight instructions. When she finished she walked down the aisle smiling as she made visual checks of fastened seat belts. I noticed this young woman the minute I had taken my seat. We exchanged 'hellos' but my stare lingered on well after. As she walked on by I couldn't help but marvel at her lovely legs as they disappeared beneath that gray uniform skirt of hers. I was sitting in business class, three rows back from the very front so I had a perfect view of my favorite flight attendant taking her seat in one of those that fold down from the wall of the plane. She buckled up like the rest of us but of course facing the opposite direction, facing me. She was only a few feet in front of me, well within prime viewing distance. I had my sports magazine open, but shifted it aside just enough to give me a clear view of those long lovely legs. I tried to be as discreet as possible as we taxied down the runway and until the plane was finally airborne. I finally forced myself to behave and took to reading an article on college football. As I read though, the sight of the pretty flight attendant sitting so close wouldn't leave my thoughts. I couldn't help myself and let my gaze wander up over the top of the magazine to grab another peek. I did just in time to see her shift in her seat. Her legs and knees separated for only a second but it was enough to start my heart racing at the very lecherous thought of getting a peek up under her uniform skirt. My head down toward my magazine, my eyes averted upward a little as I eagerly awaited the next shift of her legs. To my disappointment she sat there very much lady-like for the next couple of minutes as the plane continued its ascent. But no sooner had I focused back on the page about my alma mater's star running back than something caught my eye. Still keeping my head down, but raising my glance I noticed my favorite flight attendant's legs were crossed and the top leg was rocking up and back. Her shoe was loose now and dangling from her toes. Oh my gosh! I'd never thought I had a foot fetish, but the sight of her foot, in sheer stockings flexing up and back like that...the initial fascination turned to arousal all at once. I swallowed hard and shifted in my own seat, needing to get comfortable what with the rise in my pants taking place. Glancing around the rest of business class I noticed this sight was not attracting the same attention of the other passengers. When I looked back at the pretty young lady her feet swayed gently before me, filling my vision, her calf muscles tensing above those gorgeous feet. Damn, those legs went on forever. She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times over the next couple of minutes more, with me as a devoted audience of one. I pretended not to notice and went back to pretending I was interested in my magazine. When we had made level altitude the flight attendant in a seemingly single move, unbuckled, stood and came walking back down the aisle. It was so abrupt my breath caught in my throat and I nearly dropped my magazine. We made eye contact and she smiled slightly before passing on by me. Once she had gone out of my immediate sight, I exhaled and then breathed in deeply. It was to both to settle myself into my seat to try and reduce the discomfort from the awkward angle of the erection in my pants and also to inhale her scent, whatever that beautiful perfume was. I closed my eyes for a moment and burned her sight and scent into my brain. "May I bring you a beverage, sir?" I did fumble my magazine this time as I heard a female voice beside me. I opened my eyes and noticed a pair of high heels in the aisle next to me. The sexy flight attendant was standing right there beside me! "Uh, yes, please. I'll have a ginger ale." I said much more breathy than I should have for having been sitting for so long. But whether it was that or the look on my face I in turn noticed the flight attendant's eyes wandering. It was hard to tell exactly what she was looking at but it was very obviously in the direction of my lap. It could have been her naturally conditioned look to check if my seat belt was fastened or it could also have been a glance at the tell-tale bulge I could feel was there. I closed my eyes then reopened them only to find myself glancing a new view presented me down the front of her V-necked uniform blouse, down between the scarf that gaped enough to show a little cleavage. I realized she had leaned down to place a cocktail napkin for the woman in the window seat next to me. "And you ma'am?" "Oh yes, I'll have a glass of white wine please." "Sure, I'll be back with both your drinks in a sec." She said and turned to walk away. My gaze shifted immediately to her backside encased so well in that smooth, tight skirt. My cock swelled uncomfortably anew. I immediately pulled the tray table out and once in place I subtly eased my hand under it to try and adjust my growing condition. Only as I did at that very moment the woman next to me chose to get up to go to the lavatory. Thank goodness for the extra leg room in first class. I didn't have to get up to let her by. That would have been more than embarrassing. I was still trying to arrange myself though when the flight attendant came back with our drinks. "Here we go, wine for the lady, who I see has left us for the moment," she bent over in front of me again this time to set my seat mate's glass down. The opening between the halves of her scarf this time gave me a glimpse of not only the smooth skin of her delicious cleavage but the overhead reading light glinted off a gold pendant just above that generous valley. It was in the shape of ... "And for the gentleman..." She was about to place my drink down when at the same moment we hit some turbulence. A little of the ginger ale sloshed over the rim of the glass and into my lap. "Oh, I'm so sorry sir." "No, its okay, I'm okay." She picked up a handful of napkins off her serving tray, but half of them fell from her hand and into my lap, too. "Sorry, again, really sir, I'm..." she reached down to retrieve the stray napkins and dab the soft drink from the upper thigh of my pants. Her fingers found more than spilled drink though as she brushed over my hard-on that had extended down that far. Only she didn't let on she had. "Luckily you have on dark slacks, sir." She nodded. "But truly I'm sorry." Her stimulation to my cock through my pants, unintended or not brought me from semi-hard to nearly fully erect or as erect as I could be in boxers in a sitting position. The way she had wiped and dabbed, I knew she had to have clearly felt my reaction under her touch; looking in her eyes though she seem unfazed. Finally, she stood back up, putting the damp napkins on her tray. "Again, I'm sorry, sir. Let me get you a fresh drink." "No, no this if fine...I'm good." I replied, squirming a little more in my seat. "Are you sure?" The attendant lingered a moment. I kept looking for that subtle glance down at my lap, but the whole time she looked me straight in the eye. "No, I mean yes, I'm fine." "Well, please ring me if you need anything." Then she turned and walked back toward the front of the plane. I ogled that tight backside once more as I tried to adjust in my seat and in my pants. I rubbed the fabric of my slacks with another napkin, dabbing up what else I could of the drink, realizing I was dabbing down the length of my cock. I stopped quickly though as the woman from the window seat made her way back. She didn't say a word as she sat back down. I don't think she noticed my hand on my crotch, but if she had looked closely enough she probably would have seen the blush on my face. Several minutes passed and I calmed down. Then it was time for our meal to be served. A male flight attendant brought our trays. I was a little disappointed it wasn't my sexy flight attendant again, but it was probably just as well, so I didn't have to do consecutive battle with the bone in my steak and the boner under the tray. A bit later, I did see my sexy attendant up front, but she must have been working in the galley as she never came out during the meal service. After everything was cleared, the long hours of the weekend seemed to hit me with along with a full stomach, so I reclined my seat back and stretched out my legs. I must have really been tired as I fell asleep almost right away. The next thing I knew I was hearing the 'ding ding' from the air crew indicating our descent. Almost immediately my favorite flight attendant was at my side again. She looked down at me with a smile. "I hope you enjoyed your flight, sir. It appeared you had a very restful nap. Again, I'm sorry about the mishap early in the flight." Then I saw her look down at my crotch. "But it looks as if everything dried out well." She then winked, turned and briskly walked back toward the front of the plane. It was amazing, but that was all it took to arouse me once again. It was like my cock had a mind of its own and it was going to follow her back up the aisle. I quickly grabbed my sports magazine and opened it over my lap. Looking to my left I found my seat mate staring at me with a raised eyebrow. I don't know if she saw anything before the magazine covered it, but presumably she caught the look from the flight attendant. * * * * * I made it to the hotel, unpacked, showered and put on khaki slacks and a shirt. My first stop was the lounge to grab a light bite at happy hour. I had just come off the elevator and turned toward the bar when loud laughter directed my attention toward the registration desk. I saw a group of women and men in uniforms. I stopped abruptly. It was the crew from my flight and there was my sexy flight attendant in the middle of them. I was shocked she could actually be there. But never will I question fate again...of all the hotels I could have chosen for this business trip, of all the times to have come down for a drink. What were the odds we would meet again? It was surely destiny at work. That familiar face caught my eye and my heart nearly stopped. Clutching a rail on the way into the hotel lounge, I blinked and looked her way again. At that moment I saw a smile spread across her gorgeous face. Her smile grew and our eyes never lost contact, even as she stopped to say something to her companion. Next thing I know she walked over to me. "So what are you doing here?" She asked still a few steps away. "Uh, I'm on a business trip." I couldn't believe how nervous I was. "I figured that much." She started with a smirk. Then she not so subtly looked me up and down. "I can't believe I ran into again, funny huh?" Her eyes filled with a strange sparkle. "I know, yeah, uh it's an unbelievable coincidence." I said shrugging my shoulders, as the nerves really began to take over. "Amazing," she said, "it's like we were just destined to meet again." "Exactly," I grinned as I watched those luscious red lips moving as she spoke. The sight sent warm shivers down my spine and a sudden desire for more than just another look at her lovely face or sexy legs flooded through me. The same desire I had on the plane slowly swelled my boxers again. "Let me ask you. I take it you're a leg man, huh?" She asked so abruptly I swear my head literally must have spun around. "Uh, I'm sorry. What do you mean?' "Well, I noticed you kept peeking at my legs on the flight. So I can only assume you're a leg man." "You could say that." I was getting a bit unnerved at the direction our conversation was taking, but I couldn't help myself and glanced down at her stocking covered legs under the gray uniform skirt. "Okay so if not my legs, how about my boobs?" I immediately raised my gaze to the front of her blouse. But before I could say a word... "Yes, that could be it. Or could it be my ass? I mean you probably stared at it every time I walked down the aisle of the plane. Didn't you?" "No, I mean..." I felt suddenly dizzy. "What? Is there something wrong with my ass?" She asked sternly. "Never mind. I love knowing there are a lot of men watching me on my flights with very hard cocks. I also love that I know they'll play with themselves, thinking about me later either alone in a hotel room or maybe even back home while the wife unknowingly sleeps upstairs. Are you that kind of naughty boy? Huh?" "Uh, what?" I glanced around to see if anyone else was in earshot of this embarrassing dialogue. No one was paying attention to us though. Even the rest of her crew had disappeared. "Every now and then, I know they are looking straight up my skirt and trying to get a really good look at my panties or if they are lucky on those days I don't wear any, my pussy." My eyebrows and my cock rose at that last comment. She looked intently at me, her eyes boring deeply into mine. My fumbling continued, thinking back to how I had indeed tried to look up her skirt just as she said. I felt warmed and woozy standing there. "Ahh, I'm right, and you blush too, how sweet." "I suppose I would with what you're talking about." I said in a whisper as I tried to look into a shiny brass mounting on the wall behind her. I could see my face and crimson of my skin. "That simple act on the plane instantaneously confirmed my suspicions about you. Although you still had your supposed attention on your magazine, I noticed your facial expression change just briefly when I uncrossed and crossed my legs for you." I lowered my gaze as if I'd been caught doing more than just ogling her. But then she reached out and touched my bare forearm. I nearly jumped two feet off the carpeted lobby floor. She whispered this time herself, "My dominating bitch radar detected a look, one of pure lust, but that was enough for me. I could sense your internal struggle. You look all prim and proper, but deep down inside there is a pervert waiting to be released." At that last, I was sure it was time to make my exit. But then her fingers traipsed up my arm further and I felt the warm shivers radiate through my entire body. I was cemented to that spot. "Does all this talk about my sexy body turn you on?" "What?" I finally looked back in to her eyes. "Well, yea, it does actually." Something of a boldness of my own tried to come out. But then she did something that completely took me by total surprised. She stepped close and grabbed my crotch through my khakis. "You want to fuck me don't you?" I groaned and rose up on my toes. "The way you looked at my tits and my ass, and yes, I could see your cock bulging in your pants under that little tray table. I was driving you crazy wasn't I?" She gave my stiff cock a good squeeze. "You were pretending to be a good man, but you were denying how I turn you on...you're really a very bad boy, aren't you?" Through nearly clenched teeth I spoke. "You do have, uh, about the most perfect ass I've ever seen." "I could tell by your eyes how much you wanted to fuck me and it was turning me on actually. It was getting me so hot!" She then turned around and her ass rubbed against my crotch. I swear she paused long enough to wiggling her uniform skirt against my erection. "You like how that feels don't you, you horny boy? You do want to fuck me, don't you?" I couldn't believe what was happening, even though we were off the far side of the hotel lobby, I felt as if we were standing right out in the open. I closed my eyes while she rubbed against me. At first I wanted to push her away as she was being more aggressive than I thought I could possibly handle. But I was already too aroused, too horny to think straight. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me harder and rubbed my cock harder against the crack of her very taut ass. She looked back at me and smiled, "I like that, you little fucking bastard." Her dirty, aggressive talk was driving me crazy. "Oh you poor boy," she said, "I shouldn't tease you like that. I'm so sorry." She leaned in close and whispered. "Is there anything I can do for this?" She reached back and squeezed even harder this time. I stood there with a deer in the headlights look for the longest moment while her fingers rolled my balls around. "Um, no, I mean, maybe." I tried to redirect the conversation without putting her off. "Uh, let's go have a drink in the lounge and discuss it some more." "I don't know. Why don't we just go to my room? I think you're much too eager to do something with him," she squeezed my balls again, but this time almost to the point of hurting, "to sit here and drink." The good conscience in my brain was telling me to get the hell out of there, but my cock, extended fully down the leg of my boxers was telling me to go for it. "Come on stud, let's go to my room." She gave me one last squeeze then released and began to walk away. Standing there open mouthed, I watched feeling almost helpless as she walked across the carpet to the stone lobby floor as her heels clicked across it. That gorgeous ass was framed in her tight gray uniform skirt as she sashayed toward the elevators. I don't know what I must have looked like as I trotted off in her direction, but the pitiful sight of an obedient drooling puppy comes to mind. I stepped into the elevator as she held it open. Not another word was said as we ascended to the sixth floor. * * * * * She used her keycard and opened her hotel room door. The moment she was inside she waved me in. I walked by her seeing the king-sized bed. Something funny struck me thinking I had two queen-sized beds in my room. The flight attendant closed the door behind me, took off her heels and carried them to the bed. "You can't admit to yourself that you are so drawn in by my sexuality you'd do anything just to be close to me." She said as she walked with her back to me. "I'm thirty-two years old and have always exuded a sex appeal that's irresistible I know, I can't deny it. I'm a sexy bitch. Yes I admit that, too. I use my looks to get what I want. What the fuck. If you have it, use it, right?" Finally she turned, brushed back her long bangs and very deliberately looked at me through near squinted eyes. "What makes you think a middle aged man like you deserves to be even breathing in the same air as me?" "Umm...umm...you uh...I, well," I stuttered. What was happening here? What kind of situation did I just walk into? That good conscience was trying to knock back on my brain. She suddenly burst out laughing but at the same time maintained that annoyed look and tone, "Well what? Just go sit in that chair on the other side of the bed and be a good little boy while I get comfortable." As much as I wanted to puff up and get back in control I could feel my normally broad and poised shoulders slump down and my head drop as I was still horny as hell. My boner led the way over to the chair. As I sat, she seated herself on the end of the bed. I could see her posture relax a bit and she looked off across the room. "I've just finished another long shift. My back hurts, my legs are tired, and my damn feet are killing me. But none of that is your fault." Flight Attendant Fantasy Cum True I could see some relief wash across her face as she almost seemed apologized to me. "Its okay I'm tired, too. I fully understand." I felt my normal self getting some control. But she as much as ignored my empathetic statement as she blinked and looked down at her legs, which were crossed one over the other. She ran her hand down her left knee, down to her calf. I did my best not to stare, but watching her long fingers trail over her sheer stockings and what had to be warm smooth skin underneath, damn if my eyes didn't roam with them. "What I could use is a good foot rub," she said casually as she wiggled her foot. I looked back at her face and found her looking right at me with a pout on her lower lip. I could hear the gears turning in my brain, trying to process this information. The look of confusion on my face must have been classic. One minute she was the bitch from hell and now she was nearly purring like a kitten for attention. Was she actually asking me to rub her feet? What made her think I'd do that after what she had said earlier? I guess maybe because I hadn't left yet, and the fact I still had a boner going in my pants she could obviously see. Deep down inside I knew I was using every last ounce of self control not to reach out and grab that lovely foot. As I sat there contemplating my next move, she suddenly straightened up and said in that familiar irritated voice, "Oh, just forget it. Never mind then." A look of despair had to have crossed my face. It was decision time for me, "No, please, I'll do it." "Forget about it, you obviously don't want to, forget I even asked." She turned her head and looked the other way. "I do want to, I do." In spite of knowing I might be getting into something a little on the strange side with this woman, I still wanted her and hoped the foot rub was just the beginning of something more erotic. "Well..." she seemed to think it over, "are you sure you really want to after the bitch I've been tonight?" I noticeably gulped, "Yes." "Well maybe if you were to ask me nicely." I held my gaze on her dangling foot. "Please, I...I'd like to massage your feet for you. May I?" "Listen, if I'm going to give you this treat, it will be on my terms, you must agree to do everything I say. If you don't agree then forget about the whole thing, understand?" I croaked and took a breath before speaking, "Yes, I understand." But I didn't really. All I could focus on was that sexy foot bouncing in front of me and the raging hard-on in my pants. It was sure it would get lucky tonight. "Hurry up then, I don't have all night." There that impatient tone was once again. My sexy flight attendant held out her right leg for me. I took her stocking covered foot and caressed it. "Mmmm, I've been walking around in those shoes for hours," she said as I pressed the sole with my thumbs. "Oh yes. Rub my toes, too." She more breathily directed. I obligingly wrapped my fingers over her painted toes and massaged them. She laid back and mewed softly as from heel to toe my hand traversed up and down that amazingly soft skin through her stocking. At one point with her eyes slightly open, she grinned as if she knew she had me. But I didn't care as I continued to knead her feet and toes. Trembling slightly, I made an effort to control my breathing so as not to seem as if I was enjoying touching her as seriously as I was. She allowed me to do this for a several more minutes and was so quiet I thought maybe she really was that tired and had fallen asleep. It was as erotic a thing as I'd ever done enjoying a woman's foot. Of course it didn't hurt I was getting quite a good look up her skirt. As I rubbed her foot through her stocking, I gazed up and saw between her thighs. I was rewarded with a slight glance at her panties. I rubbed and she still had her eyes closed, appearing to be fully relaxed there on the huge bed. At the same moment she took a huge breath and her legs spread. They spread far enough so the view I found myself unabashedly staring at what was obviously a very, very sheer and skimpy pair of pink panties. Not only could I see the distinct darkened area that was her thick bush, but I could actually see wisps of those dark pubic curls peeking out from the sides. An almost inaudible groan, hopefully it was anyway, escaped from my throat. "Hey! You're staring up my dress aren't you?" The woman abruptly called out and kicked her foot from my hand. My groan had not gone unheeded after all. I looked up and I could see true anger in her eyes. But then as fast as she had changed demeanors before, that heated look melted and a little grin appeared at the corners of her sexy red lips. "Would you like to get a better look?" I just nodded my head. At that point she bunched up her skirt and spread her legs wider. It was then I noticed she was actually wearing stockings and not pantyhose, complete with a set of garters. "Want to see how wet you're making me?" And before I could say anything she slid a hand into her panties and through the sheerness of the pink material I could see her fingers slither through the dense dark bush and spread her lips apart with two fingers. The lips were very pink and very wet looking. As I watched she slowly slipped her middle finger inside herself. "Mmm, pretty damn wet I'd say." I stared between her legs as she added another finger and pushed them both in even deeper this time. She appeared to twist them around inside her and then slid them out. She held them up, shiny and wet in front of my face. Her face turned stern and serious once again. "You know, it would probably take me about a minute to have you kneeling between my legs begging to lick me." With that she intertwined her two pussy-wet fingers as in a 'promise' sign before raising them to her mouth. Her eyes glared at me as she slid them slowly between those red lips until they were in up to her knuckles. Still staring at me hard, she moaned as she sucked on them. I gulped and realized I had been hypnotized by the whole scene and had stopped massaging her foot. She slowly pulled her fingers back out. "You like that stud?" "Yes," was my immediate reply. "Want to lick them?" She teased. "Yes," once again I said with simple enthusiasm. "Beg me," she ordered. "Please let me lick your fingers!" I almost slobbered over myself. "Well, I don't know," she teased, "if I give you this new treat, what will you do for me?" "Anything," came my instant reply as I knew it was true. "Okay then," she paused and put her hand back in her panties, her fingers back inside her wet pussy. She drew them back out and held them up in front of me. "Stick your tongue out." She knew she had me just where she wanted me, but I didn't care. I stuck my tongue out and she laid her wet, sticky fingers on the tip. "Go ahead, suck on them." She slid them up further until her fingernails grazed the back of my tongue. I closed my mouth around them and immediately began sucking them off, drawing them still further into my mouth. Damn, if she didn't taste absolutely delicious! I swallowed and savored the delectable treat. "Enough!" She abruptly called out and withdrew her fingers. I had been sucking on them so hard they came out with a wet 'pop'. Then she scooted down to the very end of the bed and at first only glared at me. But just as suddenly that face changed again taking on a look of calmness and demureness and as she licked her lips she pulled her scarf and blouse off leaving her only in her bra. She pulled the straps down off her shoulders and it fell off her very firm, very round breasts. Her dark areolas took up almost half of them and each was topped with a very large, very erect nipple. I sat there and admired the flight attendant who had quickly reduced her clothing to a skirt and stockings. My erection presented itself a little further down my leg. "Well, well, well, can't keep your little cock in check can you, you dirty little boy. What do you think you're going to do with that?" She asked as her toes scrunch-walked their way up my thigh until her big toe caressed the head of my cock through my khakis. "I could think of a few things." I said rather gravelly and low. "Why don't we both get more comfortable then?" She pulled her foot back calmly, stood and quickly undid her skirt, dropping it to the carpeted floor. She unclipped her stockings and then very slowly she hooked her fingers in her panties and shoved them down. She tossed them over her high heels. All she wore were garter belt and stockings loosened around her thighs. Her sparse, black pubic hair glistened with beads of moisture and her inner lips puffed out from her pussy. Then another quick change in demeanor came over her as she stood hands on bare hips. "Strip off your clothes, now! I want to see you completely naked, right now!" My mind raced, the non-existent fantasy of me with not only a sexy flight attendant, but one that was very dominating was about to become a reality anyway. I knew this was very easily something I may regret if it got out of hand, but I could only go with her and my undeniable lust. I stood and proceeded to take of my shirt and shoes then I loosened my pants. "Stop!" She screamed out. My pants fell around my ankles. "Come here, like that." She said sternly as she sat on the end of the bed. I shuffled toward her, my boxers very much tented out, the only thing between my cock and her. "My, my, what have we here?" She reached out and grabbed me though my underwear. "Mmm, nice. Let's have a better look though." With that she yanked down my blue plaid boxers, which also fell in a crumpled heap at my ankles. "Oh my, my indeed...just how long is he?" She asked as she leaned forward and blew across the head of my fully extended manhood. "Uh, ah, a little over, uh, seven inches," I stammered, my whole body shuddering from her warmth breath. "Hmm, a bit better than average, but by no means the longest penis I've seen." She stared at it and smiled. "But it does rank up there in thickness." She ran two fingers up under my hard shaft and my whole body tensed. "Still, I was hoping to find one as well endowed as you on this flight." She stared up passed my hard cock and into my eyes. "Let's see what you can do with this cock of yours. Jerk off for me," she said giving my erection a slap. I grunted. "What?" "Just what I said, jerk him off for me. I want you to play with it, just like if you were in your hotel room fantasizing about me. You were going to do that tonight weren't you? I know you were. I got you so teased up on that flight today, I know I did. So go on now. Do it!" She lay back again on the hotel bed. I wasn't against jacking off in front of a sexy woman, but I'd never been asked like that before, so directly. Knowing I would anyway, but wanting her to do more than just watch me, I offered, "Can you help me jerk off?" "Just masturbate!" She yelled, before she put her own hand to her pussy, softly petting it. "Come on, pretend you're fucking me." I didn't say another word, but moved closer to the king-sized bed, my knees against it and standing between her open legs. Grasping my hard-on I just looked down at her as she rubbed her pussy through her dense dark bush. As I watched her play with herself my hand began to glide up and down my very hard cock of its own accord. She looked into my eyes, and licked her lips. "You want me, don't you?" "Of course, I do." I replied as I continued to stroke myself jutting my hips and my cock closer to her dark curls. I was no more than three or four inches away from the back of her hand as it lay over her pussy, her fingers playing over the wet pink lips. "But you can't have me," she came back, her eyes widened and glared at me. She then abruptly closed her eyes as the pleasure she was giving herself I presume got more intense. She began moaning. I played her game even though I had no idea where it would lead. I leaned in further and the tip of my cock touched her hand. Immediately my pre-cum smeared over her skin. "You want my cunt bad, don't you?" she said, getting raunchier...and I actually loved it! "Yes," I said pressing my cock ever forward reaching for her hot pussy, pushing harder into my fist. I could feel her hairy bush graze my swollen cock head. I could sense the extreme heat and wetness beyond. "Jerk off!" The command came so loudly it had me stumble backwards. I came out of my erotically-induced trance and looked down to see her finger fucking herself. "Jerk off," she said again, "make it look like we're fucking." I watched her hand moving back and forth, her fingers plunge over and over again into that so deliciously wet pussy. I could hear the sloshing, she was so wet! It only got me hotter and my fist around my cock stroked and tugged more firmly and ever faster. "You want a good hard fuck, don't you?" She growled up at me. My eyes were glued to her pussy and I began to stroke my very hard cock faster still. "You want it so bad, don't you? You want to fuck me so hard, don't you," she said, looking up into my eyes. "Do you want to cum on me? You do? Then put it as close to my pussy as you want. You can cum wherever you want. I don't care. I just want to see you jerk off, you dirty little boy." My flight attendant started breathing very rapidly as her one hand briskly rubbed her clit, while her other moved an index and middle finger in and out of her with long, deliberate strokes. I could plainly see the moisture dripping out of her as she pleasured herself. The fact she was fingering her sopping pussy as if it was my hard cock in her was almost more than I could take. Then suddenly... "Shit!" She cried out. "I want to cum so bad, but I can't cum like this." She let out a heavy breath. Then she brushed the long hair from her face with one hand and sat there for a moment taking deep breaths. As I stroked my hard cock s she looked back up at me and smiled seductively, "I want you to eat my pussy." I know my face lit up. My stroking stopped and I just stared down between her legs. "Go on, get down on your knees and get your face in here and make me, make her feel good." With that she literally smacked her hairy wet pussy. That stark sound only made me jump and I immediately fell to my knees at the foot of the bed. My face hovered about her sex as I stared into her thick, almost jet-black pubic hair. A very swollen clit poked out through the matted curly mass, asking for attention. I breathed deeply, drinking in the smell of sex and female arousal, basking in that enticing scent waiting for me. I decided my brazen bitch of a flight attendant wasn't into soft kisses and licks, she was ready for hard tonguing, so I lowered my head and immediately nuzzled the dark matted hair with my whole face and plunged on in with a pointed tongue. "Mmm, finally a guy that knows what he's doing." She called out as she ran her hand roughly though my hair. As I delved in, my thinking brain thought how strange it was that barely an hour ago I was heading to the bar for a drink and food then at most go back to the room for some porn and a good jerk. Instead here I was feasting on some stranger's pussy, and my, oh my how delicious a pussy! "Yes, Yes, Eat me!" she gasped, arching her back, thrusting her wet pussy against my face as I moved slowly up and down her slit, my tongue going deeper with each swipe, loving the delicious juiciness of her sex. Deep guttural sounds came from my throat as I devoured her pussy and moving my tongue in and out and up and down, licked her faster and faster. I found her engorged clit and placed my lips over it. "Don't play with me! Eat me! Suck that horny clit of mine in your dirty boy mouth," she screamed, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed. I loved how she told me what she wanted, how loud she screamed, how desperately she was humping against my tongue as I licked and sucked her engorged clit. I loved how horny she was. "Wow, I never knew older men could be such cunt lickers." She started to groan as her legs squirmed tighter around my head. "Oh yes, keep licking me you bastard!" She grabbed the back of my head with both hands pulling and pushing me to where she wanted me, almost as if using me as her personal masturbation toy. I tried to keep my tongue moving as fast and far as possible. "Oh fuck yes! Do it you cunt licker, do my pussy...ummm...real good...oh fuck yes!" The next thing I knew she burst into an intense groaning and grunting spasm. He body jerked and her sopping wet pussy ground hard into my face. All of a sudden her whole body arched off the bed, her pussy smashed against my face, my tongue poking deep inside. My nose slammed flat against her pebble-like clit. A high-pitched squeal echoed off the hotel room walls as I could only assume she had one hell of an orgasm. She held prone in that position for several seconds until her climax was complete and then her whole body collapsed hard back onto the bed. My head was wedged so tightly between her thighs she took me with her and my chin slammed painfully into the mattress. My breath left me and I was held so vice-like in her pussy that I couldn't immediately recover my lost breath. I gasped hard and used my hands to pry her thighs apart enough to get a decent breath. I sensed that even as her orgasm wound down, her level of arousal did not diminish. She seemed to continue to want to grind her extremely wet pussy over my face. But she finally gave me plenty of space to breath. When I had recovered I realized my body was tense and on the verge of exploding. I needed to fuck this woman! Not make love to her, but outright fuck her! I pulled my mouth away, stood and started to crawl up over her. She gasped, "No! Stop!" Getting her two feet on my chest she kicked me away. "You should be going now." "What?" I looked down at her with a shocked stare. "You can't..." "Aww, what's the matter?" She asked, already knowing exactly what my problem was. She pretended to think for a minute. "Oh I know, my little boy slut wants a reward. He wants to cum, too. Is that it?" She asked giving me a knowing smile while rubbing her foot up under my balls and then up length of my bobbing, throbbing cock. "Yes." I plaintively replied. She sat up and grabbed my cock, then with an almost evil hiss, she breathed more than asked, "You really want this in me, don't you?" She gave me a couple rough tugs and smiled more, all before her face cracked and she shoved me away. "Well, fuck you!" She fell back on the bed, her breasts jiggling some as she threw arms above her head. Just as suddenly as her demeanor had raged back to being a bitch that fierce look dissolved into a smile again as she glanced up at my hard cock and then up at my face. "You really do want to fuck me don't you? But you're not used to a woman having this kind of power over you, are you?" I chuckled nervously. "Think so on both counts, huh?" "By the looks of your cock, you appear to have one thing in mind and that usually renders a man helpless to do anything else," she smiled a very devious looking smile now and then closed her eyes as she went back to playing with herself again. No, I hadn't had a woman talk to me like that, let alone not seem satisfied with such an earth-shattering orgasm as she had just had. But there she was diddling her pussy lips again and she seemed so relaxed laid out across that big bed though. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" She came back in an almost girlish voice this time. "You want the real thing and not a jerk off fuck. Don't you?" "I do." "Well I guess you've earned it. Mmm, you've been pretty good so far. I just may as well take care of that problem you're having," she said and slapped my hard cock with the sole of her foot. "Get down here and get your reward." Flight Attendant Fantasy Cum True I awkwardly removed the tangle of clothing from my ankles and leaned over her immediately trying to stab my cock right on into before she could change her mind...again. "Hey, slow down!" She reached up and grabbed my bobbing erection. "Here, let me help the poor little boy." She pointed me at her wet sex and pulled me close. She rubbed my pre-cum drooling manhood over her pussy lips a couple of times before resting my cockhead between them. "Okay, there you go. Hopefully you know what to do next." I had recovered some decorum in those few moments and having taken a deep breath let my cock rest there in the between the thick puffy pink lips feeling all the warmth and wetness I expected to feel. She quietly let me play into her, with the whole of my crown as I enjoyed the sensation of her hot dripping pussy. It was finally time to go for it, so I reared back and grasped the base of my hard cock. The woman's pussy was glistening and almost pulsing with her still amazing arousal. I could actually see a thick drop of pearly white moisture drop from her vulva to my cock as I aimed for her sexual core. With a soft hiss, I spread her pussy lips with the head of my cock. I felt hot velvety folds of her hot tight tunnel envelop me as I lowered myself until I was buried to the root. Her pussy fully swallowed all my cock meshing our crinkly pubic hairs. I watched raptly as my pussy-slick cock disappeared again and again into the woman's body. Damn, if it wasn't my huge, hard cock she was enjoying! She was unusually quiet, but the harder and faster I ground into her, the more animal-like noises came from her lips. She finally lifted her own hips to meet me thrust for thrust, "Fuck me! Fuck me you stud!" I thrust hard and fast into her. She reached up and grabbed a breast in each hand, rolling and teasing her nipples. The woman was silent no longer as she moaned out loud, "Oh yes! You're so big, you feel so good. Fill me! Fuck me!" I grabbed her hips as I started to pick up momentum, while maintaining long, full-length strokes. I watched the young flight attendant, her mouth open in a silent scream, her full breasts heaving, the nipples pinched tight between her fingers. "Fuck me. Fuck me till I cum. I wanna cum all over your big fat cock." She was barely whispering her words in a raspy voice. I rammed my cock in and out with every ounce of energy I had. "Yes! Yes! Fuck...uh...me!" She ground against me in a jerking, rough motion. My cock had never been so hard! My thighs slammed up against her ass as she raised her legs up in the air around me. A distinct skin upon skin clapping noise ensued. She moaned out loud and long and then started screaming, "Oh...fuck...me, shit, oh fuck...yes...oh...I'm going to cum!" Her words aroused my passion even more as I plunged up into her and her incredibly hot and extremely wet pussy even harder. "I...am...close, too!" I cried out. "Fuck me harder!" she literally screamed. Then I felt fingertips brush my cock as it slammed in and out. I threw my head back and as my balls contracted I yelled out, "Ohhhh, yes, fuccckk yessss!" My cock surged to its fullest and my heavy balls rolled in their sacs and let loose their mighty torrent of cum. She must have felt it too as she latched her pussy tight as ever around my shaft and I stroked my full length within her erupting with a huge groan. I humped and humped as if I couldn't stop and could feel the hot cum flood her pussy and envelope my cock. The squishy feeling seemed to induce a final surge of ejaculate that finally caused it all to burst forth from her pussy and through our mingled pubes, finally down over my quivering balls. Then... "Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuucckkk!" She convulsed under me and slapped her head back against the bed. Her eyes rolled up, she jerked twice and then seemed to lose consciousness. I couldn't hold myself up any longer so I collapsed on her, still writhing in the aftershocks of my own huge orgasm. I just lay there on her naked body for a moment unable to move, gasping and panting. My limp body heavily over her, her breasts crushed against my chest. I felt her hard, pointed nipples dig into my skin. This woman was insatiable, she was still fully aroused! I pulled out, stood up and breathed deep as I gazed at the voluptuous woman, noting the sexual flush of her face and breasts, the mixture of my thick white cum and her womanly moisture ran down the inside of her thighs. My cock, although not nearly as had still tingled with the wonderful sensations of having been expertly milked by her only a few minutes before. "Wow! That was some compensation for a delayed flight today. May I assume you don't offer incentives like this to all of your passengers?" My flight attendant smiled again and said, "Why of course not, this invitation is given to a limited few." "I feel honored then." I gave a little bow. She rose up on her elbows and stared at me for a quiet moment. "Well, you're maybe not the best I've ever had, but I'll admit it was pretty damn close." "I'll take that as a compliment." I took another huge breath and eased back to lean down for my clothes. "If you think you are finished, you are sorely mistaken." She reached out her foot and poked at my hip. "You are going to clean up your mess now, you dirty little boy." I started to walk toward the bathroom to go get her a towel. "No!" She yelled which made me freeze in place. "Get back over here." "What?" I turned. "Come back over here I said." I went back to the end of the bed and before I could react she wrapped her legs around my knees which caused me to fall to the carpeted floor. My face was inches from her pussy once again, only now it was totally cum-smeared. "Lick it all off." She commanded. "Lick your male mess off me. Now get down there and eat it all up. Yes, eat me while you're at it. I expect another good orgasm out of you before I let you go." Okay, its not like I hadn't tasted my own cum before, but getting to taste it while going down on this woman again was still a tough decision. Could I trust her any more than I had already? She'd gone from pure bitch to angel and back so many times I wasn't sure what might happen next. But the minute she ran her fingers down through her cum covered pubes to expose her little reddish kernel of female pleasure I felt the lust burn again in my veins. "Do it, stud. Give me another lick." I lowered my head, brushed her hand away and pulled her beautiful deep pink pussy lips apart with my own fingers, then dove right in. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time. I lapped at my own very salty, slimy self ooze out of her. I loved it! I moved my tongue all around her messy pussy, in it and on up to her clit, delicately massaging it with the hard pointed tip. I slurped up all I could of our mutual erotic bliss. Much of my cum I know was on my face, but I kept at it, licking and sucking and licking some more. "That's it, dirty little man. Mmmm. So you like your cum?" "Umm-hmm," I mumbled as I licked down through her thick lips. Ignoring the quivering of the pink folds at the center, I slowly kissed my way down past the entrance. I kissed where the outer lips met at the bottom, and then kissed the small spot between her pussy and ass. I licked up a wad of cum that had collected there. I ended it all by planting a small but deliberate kiss on the attendant's tight, puckered rosebud. This gave the young woman a start. "Mmm, yeah that's it," She ran her fingers through my hair. Then gently at first but more forcefully she pushed my head down. She kept pushing until my lips went between her cheeks. "Lick the last little bit of your cum up and then stick your tongue in my ass." What could have been more demeaning but so damned erotic at same time? I didn't hesitate and went down on her licking at another glob of my cum wedged between her moist ass cheeks. The minute I did she raised her legs and pulled them further apart for me. Without hesitation, I buried my face between her cheeks. I explored her posterior before I let my tongue circle to her puckered little hole, while also massaging her cheeks, kissing and caressing. She spread her cheeks further for me and I blew a warm breath over her asshole. I had my tongue hardened to a point and licked all the around, again not going directly to the brownish-pink hole. I repeated this motion a couple more times, moving quickly, spreading moisture around. She squeaked each time my tongue brushed her asshole and gripped her legs behind the knees pulling them wide causing her puckered hole to almost swell out toward my tongue. I stabbed the hard tip against her tight opening. She arched her back so suddenly my tongue rammed on inside of her little dark hole. "Mmm, yes... oh, fuck, yes..." After a bit of gentle probing, her muscles relaxed and welcomed deeper exploration. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could humanly go. "Oh...yes...just like that." She gripped her butt cheeks almost flattening them to my face. I pointed and probed with my stiff tongue, working it in and out, then around and around the puckered hole. She took one hand away to work her clit as I shoved my tongue back deep inside and she began to moan. She massaged her little pink bud as I stimulated her asshole. She squeezed my tongue with her muscles drawing it in further. I could watch close up as her fingers now moved in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, then faster. All the while, my tongue was roughly massaged by her sphincter. I could tell this woman got a sense of powerful control out of this but I didn't care. This woman really liked this and to be honest so did I. It was a very powerful turn on for me even though I'd just come minutes before. So much so I could feel my cock swell enough to push against the side of the bed. I suddenly head her moan and I looked up to see her grab the bed sheets. She pushed her anus harder still into my face. I had my tongue flush in her butt. I didn't hold back, I worshipped her ass. I got lost in it, making love to it. She writhed on the bed as I felt her juices flowing from her pussy and they streamed down over my face. I pointed my tongue as sharply and tightly as I could and shoved in just a little further and it was like an electrical shot zipping through her body. "Oh fuuuuck!" She screamed out. "Fuck...oh fuck...your tongue. Fuck yes!" I could feel her about to crest with another wave of pleasure. She was hot and so very wet with her erect clit right before my eyes. My tongue was fully inside her asshole, her tight muscles gripped my tongue like fingers and thumb squeezing down hard. Her juices were smeared all over my face. I moaned and I think the vibration was the trigger for her. She couldn't hold it back any more. She let out a faint, but high pitched sound as the first wave broke over her, which caused her thighs and stomach to ripple. I felt the wave hit, followed by a flow of moisture down over my face. "Oh, you bastard! You bastard! Oh fuck!" Her whole body twisted, her hips went up and down as her shouting got progressively louder. Then as the second wave hit the attendant's body started to buck against my face. The tight ring of muscle simply relaxed as involuntary motions of the attendant's hips pressed against my pointed tongue and it disappeared into the crinkly brown hole. As the second wave faded and built toward a third that muscle contracted and squeezed my tongue like a vise. Finally she took a breath and proceeded to have a nearly endless series of orgasms, each of which seemed to pull my tongue deeper into her hot, tight ass. My entire tongue disappeared into the attendant's ass. Then the screams tailed off, and the violent movements gradually subsided. She slumped back to the bed. As the passion receded her fingers slid back from her pussy but my tongue remained, softly pressed against her relishing the last tingles of aftershock through the feel of her thighs against my wet cheeks. But when her senses returned to normal she looked down at me and lowered her legs, shoving me away. "This has been long enough in the name of wanton sexual pleasure." I reached for my clothes again and stood. "I need to wash up. May I use your..." "You expect to use my bathroom to get cleaned up?' I nodded my head. "Well tough! Be a slut and stay covered in my ass cream and your cum. Let them see it all over your face." She scooted back up the bed and fluffed a pillow. Without looking back at me, she commanded. "Now get out. I'm going to go to sleep." "I, I just want..." "Go, get the fuck out, I said!" Later, when I was back in my hotel room and unwound my wadded up shirt something fell out onto the bed. I reached down and picked up a pair of pink panties. Somehow they must have fallen over my shirt and in the rush to leave I ran out with them. I whispered aloud. "And to think, I still don't even know your name young lady."