2 comments/ 15519 views/ 2 favorites A First Class Flight By: Ritomate As I sit in the first class seat this stranger has mailed to me, on Qantas flight 369, bound for Melbourne international airport from Los Angeles, I think to myself, what am I doing here, sitting quietly, thoughts going through my mind of all matter of consequences, still very unsure of my feelings, doubts about what I am about to do, but that's me, a natural born pessimist and worrier. We have chatted on the internet for months now, we hit it off from day one, but I was wary, having not that long before, ended an affair with a Brit that I had fallen for, and been badly let down, I thought it had destroyed my confidence in men, and the ability to trust any man, unless it was a face to face meeting, it became a real challenge for me. But I told Barry all of this, and he understood my feelings and misgivings, and how I had been hurt so badly, but he persisted with me, we became great buddies at first, talking about anything and everything, I learned he was such a trusting loyal man, although I knew he was married, and in an unloving relationship, I slowly but surely understood this man, and wanted to be part of his day to day routine, as he did mine, not a day passed where we did not chat, teasing and flirting with one another, he with this great ability to calm me, teaching me how to relax myself, and letting my daily pressures be released from me. Over time we had got to the stage where we had to meet, we had many similar interests, but one he had mentioned had always intrigued me, Australia's largest river the Murray, that winds its way through three states, through the beautiful Australian bush, the great outdoors. It was in an email he sent me that he asked if I would come to Australia to meet him, and spend two weeks camping out on the banks of the Murray River, virtually in the middle of nowhere. I thought long and hard about his invitation, what I was leaving behind, traveling to the other side of the world to meet a man, who is physically, a stranger, but in every other way, a great mate. We undress each other, slowly touching, your fingers in my hair, tracing slowly around my face, I hold your face between my hands, we stare at each other, your beauty astounds me, the most beautiful hair, your eyes sparkling, your breasts rising and falling with each breathe, your nipples standing cutely to attention, your face with that beautiful smile, as your eyes gaze over my nakedness I move around you, keeping you close to me, I sit gently on your bed, pulling you onto my lap. I then lie back on the bed, and sit you on top of me; your hands start to explore me as I caress your breasts, pulling the nipples through my fingers, tugging them, gripping them tight in my finger tips, and pulling them to their extremes, they tighten even more as I massage them roughly You run your fingers down the side of my body in small circular motions, stopping at my waist, as if you sensed this is my special sensual spot, it arouses me so much when I am touched there, my cock throbs as you continue to run your finger tips over me, digging your nails deeper into me, makes me shudder even more. You have a lovely touch, ever so gentle one second, rough the next, your skin so silky smooth, your hands keep exploring my thighs and under my butt, I love this. Your wet cunt sits just above my throbbing cock, and with your legs ever so slightly spread, you move down until my cock finds its way close to your wetness Your hand reached down and touched me, I shivered with excitement, and you grasped me more firmly, moving my knob against your wet pussy. Your other hand moves to my mouth, a finger enters me, touches my tongue, I bite on it gently, then I suck eagerly on your finger, moving my tongue over it, then it withdraws, and moves down to my cock, slowly caressing the rim, and gently moving further down the shaft towards my balls You knew you had me under your control, as you continued stroking me, my cock became so rigid, but you continued, teasing, stroking, and gently running your fingers over me, until I was shuddering with excitement, you knew how close you had bought me, as you eased your hand from me, I could wait no longer, I placed my hands under your butt and gently eased you upward, I could feel the heat of you as my cock got ever closer to your very wet cunt, I lowered you onto me, the head of my cock gently entering you, fuck, you are so wet, but oh so tight, my basic instinct was to plunge deep into you, but no, slowly I pushed further into you, I had control now, your weight in my hands as I lowered you onto me. Little groans became stronger as I probed deeper, then I slowly lifted you, I lowered you again, probing you, as I rotated your hips in my hands, ever increasing the depth of my entry. As I entered each time, I raised my head and bit you gently on the nipples. My pleasure was mounting, as I thrust deeper into you; it had been awhile, a long while, since I felt like this. I could feel our hearts thumping as we both became more excited, your arms had gone down beside my thighs, and you were supporting your own weight, as you lowered down further and further, until your pussy was consuming me. You then took control again, controlling your own pleasure, you lowered yourself completely onto me, and paused, my cock was engorged, your pussy massaging it, I rubbed your hard clit, you responded to my touch, but oh, what control you have, you knew you had me on the edge, you lifted up, then lowered down on me, the pleasure was evident in the sounds escaping us. You new I was ready to cum, you dug your fingers into my thighs, and lowered right down on me, your pussy grasped me tightly, I could feel every inch of you around my engorged cock, you moved ever so slightly, but it was all that was needed, I exploded in you, again and again, you tightened your hold on me even more, then you came, oh did you cum, over and over, your juices flowed slowly out of you, mixing with my sperm, it trickled down over my balls and thighs. I thought we were done, then you raised yourself off of me, turned around and lowered your mouth onto my cock, your lips covering the head of my cock, your tongue flicking the cum from me, bloody hell, you are so incredible, you continue, until I scream with absolute pleasure, you just had to be in control this time, you hot horny woman. A First Class Flight I relayed this story to a friend recently. He didn't believe me, but then I didn't expect him to. No one would. I can't prove it. I have no photographs or witnesses other than the two ladies involved. Mitch, that's my friend said with that amount of imagination, I should write for Literotica. I had no idea what Literotica was and I had to Google it and well, hear I am. I make the two hour flight between London and Madrid every three weeks. I work for a fine glass wear company and Spain is one of our main export areas. I am the Sales Manager for Iberia and regularly visit two of our best customers in Madrid. I tend to leave on a Thursday and spend the afternoon and Friday talking through any special requirements. I normally have dinner with one of my clients on the Thursday evening and then catch the Friday afternoon flight back home for the weekend. So much for my business in Spain. I have been taking these trips now since November 2009. I think, I was delayed once, a few months back and other than that I can't recall anything remarkable occurring. That was until my last trip before Christmas 2010. My PA books my flights and she mentioned that an offer was being displayed online, to upgrade to First Class for 20 Euros. I thought 'why not.' I had never flown first class with work or for pleasure and I was eager to find out how much better it was. I set off as usual around eight in the morning, taking the tube to Heathrow; a journey of about 20 minutes. I know they always say to check-in two hours before, but with experience, I have found one hour or so is acceptable and I have never been ticked off for being late. Maybe it's because I go business class, I don't know. Now, I can't speak for all men, but I am sure I can't be unusual when I say that I find female cabin crew very sexy. I can only assume, that either only a certain 'type' go in for the job or the airlines have a rather restricted recruitment policy. Who knows? The girls at check-in are the same, maybe not quite as consistently hot, but almost. In that respect, this flight was no different from any other. It's the uniform isn't it. Police women, nurses and air stewardesses. I think out of all of them air stewardesses are the best. I'm not sure why - they just are. In my opinion anyway. First Class was pretty well next to the door of the plane and I was shown to a large plush seat with an acre of leg room. The seat reclined fully and there were two large, soft arm rests. The door was secured and when we had begun to taxi it was clear I had the whole class to myself. A particularly attractive stewardess did my safety demonstration. I don't count myself any more lecherous than the next man, but I have to say I didn't hear anything she said. I just spent the one or two minutes it took her to explain about the seat belt and emergency exits, surveying her uniform; her gorgeous flowing hair and her beautiful eyes. She had a faint accent, not European judging by her looks I thought, but I couldn't pin it down. She was stunning. I mean top drawer! A few minutes into the flight and after breezing through the magazine, I had already read back to front several times, I was asked if I wanted an aperitif by the other stewardess. She had shorter, brown hair, compared with her colleague, but had a charming manner. She wasn't so classically beautiful, but to be fair she was sexy and like the other girl was blessed with those two assets, which all men love. "A bottle of red wine please." "Red. Certainly." She produced the bottle from her trolley as well as the usual bag of peanuts. I thought maybe I would get some tortilla chips or something being in first class, but obviously not. I had had a few sips of the wine after decanting it into my glass when the other one came past and enquired if everything was OK. "What would you like for lunch Sir? Lamb or Chicken?" "Lamb please, it's better suited to the red wine." "Of course." She smiled such a sultry smile. She had lovely blue eyes, which were a real contrast to her dark hair and light olive complexion I watched her ass in that skirt as she walked away and you can imagine the thoughts, which went through my mind. There is a certain body type, which makes a woman a woman and not a girl. I suppose she was mid twenties, her colleague a bit older but the sultry one had such a voluptuous figure. Hour glass...well not quite, but perfectly proportioned. Some minutes later, the older girl, who might have been 30 took my tray away when I had finished and served me with another drink. She spoke with a soft accent, which again, while clearly not English, was not one I could put a name to. Maybe it was the wine, but I felt relaxed and confident enough to ask. "Might I ask where you are from?" "Where am I from?" "Oh, I just can't place your accent that's all." "Oh I see, that's OK, I am Dutch." "Ah, Dutch. What about your friend?" "She is Moroccan." "Really! I thought she looked a bit exotic." The stewardess laughed. "I will tell her, it will make her day." I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes and thought naughty thoughts. The male imagination is a strange thing. Sex is such a powerful drug, it enhances the clarity of our thoughts. I wondered if they ever kissed each other. They must spend a lot of time alone in their little vestibules, preparing their trolleys, I could not be blamed for fantasising how they might snatch a girlie kiss here and there. They were so sexy, was it too much to ask, that their daily job might not be enlivened by the odd Sapphic moment, away from prying eyes? As I day-dreamed peacefully I felt a tap on my arm. "Can I get you anything Sir." I opened my eyes to see the younger woman waiting on me. I suppose it must have been my imagination, but she seemed to look at me with extra warmth. Her beautiful eyes twinkled as if she had read my mind and was enjoying my fantasy. She was joined by her colleague and I have to say, seeing them together was suddenly making me feel quite uncomfortable. My earlier fantasies had made more of an impact than I imagined, and I felt the stirrings of an erection. Unwanted erections are one of those things, which if battled early on can be overcome, but in this particular situation, I was struggling to combat it. I placed a hand over my trousers as nonchalantly as possible, but despite this, both girls seemed to notice. I tried to recover my composure with some small talk. "Excuse me?" "Can we get you anything?" Something else to drink?" "I better not, but thank you." "Just press the buzzer if you need anything won't you." Said the older woman. "Yes, actually, I was just wondering is it normally this quiet in first class?" "Not really, but this close to Christmas we are always quiet. There are only twenty passengers on the flight sir." "Really? Only twenty? So apart from free food and drink and this lovely seat, is there anything else I get with first class?" Now, I didn't mean anything by this, I was just making conversation with the two lovely ladies, well with the Dutch one at least. Her colleague was just stood there looking gorgeous. "What else were you expecting?" She looked at her friend and they laughed. "No, I was just wondering, that's all." "Really?" Said the Moroccan beauty sarcastically. The other one suddenly looked a little serious and I was concerned I had said something out of turn. "We just have to check on the other passengers Sir, we won't be a minute." I lay back. I was a little deflated by my apparent faux pas but I had at least managed to get rid of my erection. A few minutes later, I could hear the women talking in hushed tones, out of sight. I could hear the older one mainly with the younger woman interjecting. They went quiet and then there was a series of giggles. They appeared at my seat again and the younger woman drew the curtain shut. They both looked very serious and business-like. Now, you know how your sixth sense tells you something is going on? Well this was one of those times. Something about their behaviour was unusual and it thrilled me. The older woman was the first to speak again and two my surprise she sat on the seat next to mine. "Is first class not what you were expecting Sir?" "Well, I wouldn't say that exactly." The impossibly gorgeous Moroccan stood in front of me with her back to the seat in front. My eyes involuntarily followed every contour of her body. I suddenly felt overwhelmed. This was more than I had expected. They certainly seemed to be taking my query about first class service on board! But it didn't feel right. Their manner had gone from professional, affable charm to one, which was decidedly alluring not to say provocative. To say I was suddenly hot and bothered was an understatement. The exotic one spoke, looking at me with a her mesmerising blue eyes. "Do you have any money with you Sir?" "Yes...I do, why?" "Well, we think for one hundred Euros each we could make the rest of your journey very comfortable. That's if that's not too much?" Her voice was dark and infused with a sexual, erotic tone. As she spoke the Dutch girl began to unbutton her jacket. Needless to say, my hard on was coming back with a vengeance. "Is this a joke?" Neither woman spoke, but the younger woman sat on my other side and proceeded to unfasten her own tunic. I was totally fought with nervous anticipation with what they were apparently suggesting and becoming seriously aroused. My dick was pressing against my pants painfully. It needed to escape. I reached behind me and took my wallet from the inside pocket of my jacket. I am a single man, so there was no need to pause for thought for betraying a partner. I took out two hundred Euros. It was nearly double the cost of the flight! I split the money and handed half to each woman. They both put the money away in their breast pockets and continued to undress. In a matter of seconds both women were down to their brassieres. The older woman could see how uncomfortable I had become in my nether region and unzipped my pants. The next thing I knew she had her hand in my boxers and was wanking me off as her friend pushed her cleavage, spilling as it was over bra, into my face. I licked and sucked on her flesh like a baby. It was an amazing feeling. Clearly thinking I needed more stimulation, she stood up and turned round and lifted up her skirt. I swear she has the World's best ass. I gave it a squeeze. Her red panties had gone right up the crack of her arse and I watched helplessly as she peeled them off. The Dutch girl worked the controls on the chair and dropped me as flat as it would go. The next thing I remember was feeling her mouth round my cock and the Moroccan sitting on my face. Her pussy and ass were heavenly. She had an intensely aromatic scent, which turned me on immeasurably. I concentrated on her ass and licked her little ass hole. The other woman sucked me as perfectly as I can remember being sucked as I began to lick a sweet Moroccan pussy. I guess this all lasted five minutes, six minutes at the most. I began to groan and could feel myself start to come. My beautiful African Aphrodite climbed off and removed her bra. Her breasts were an F cup at least with luscious dark nipples. She squeezed them around my face as I ejaculated into her colleague's mouth. I must have been worked up, because my orgasm was one of those toe-curlers and I just seemed to come and come, but get this - she swallowed every drop! I was left to put my things away as they dressed quickly and went back into the plane. The rest of the journey continued without incident, I guessed I had a big smile on my face for the most of it. The two women went about their business as if nothing had happened. I took a bottle of water and a newspaper and we landed thirty minutes later. I know this all sounds fantastic and a month later I am still pinching myself. I guess I got lucky. I still wonder, if in those quiet moments that they have alone they sneak a girlie kiss. I do hope so.