Chapter 1 Special Service

• I had always had a romantic idea of what it was like to be a flight attendant, and a few years after graduating from high school, I applied and was accepted to become a flight attendant. air for an international airline, flying primarily domestic routes and regional puddle jumpers. It was cool, but it was far from having the panache I had imagined before applying. After about 4 years, as I approached my 30th birthday, I was becoming a little restless with the status quo. As the flight I was working on that day prepared to land in Caracas, I wondered if there was another adventure out there somewhere for me.
• The crew had a planned stopover, so as we began walking towards the hotel shuttle pickup location, I stayed back and waited for the pilot, Marc, to leave the cockpit. When he joined me, we changed course and headed together towards the taxi rank. Since I started working with him about three years ago, we have always been paired up on our layovers, unless one of us has other arrangements or Marc's wife is flying with us.
• That day we were both flying solo, so we took a taxi together and headed to the layover hotel that had been arranged by the airline. Almost as soon as the taxi pulled away from the curb, Marc had unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was a nice cock about 7.5 inches long, with a nice sized bulbous head and I loved stroking it, so...as usual...I gave it a nice warm up handjob in the taxi en route Hotel.
• Marc was sitting directly behind the taxi driver, so he couldn't see anything, but I'm sure the movement of my arm and my wry smile left no doubt as to what we were doing in his back seat. Marc didn't always cum during these warm-up handjobs, but on this day he was clearly headed for an eruption, so I leaned over and covered the tip of his shaft with my mouth as he was sending a load of cum down my throat. I swallowed it all, then caressed the last drop, licking it with my tongue before putting his softening cock back in his pants and zipping them up.
• When we arrived at the hotel, he and I both headed to his designated room. I had my own room, but if we didn't have partners with us, we usually stayed at Marc's place. We both needed a shower, so we quickly shed our clothes and climbed into the shower stall together. It was a good sized cabin, with tiled walls on two sides and clear glass walls on the other two sides. As we got under the water pouring from the shower head, I grabbed a bar of soap and lathered Marc's dangling shaft, which was already semi-hard again, even after getting jerked off in the taxi.
• He liked to caress my breasts. They were natural 36E cups, with large areolas and ¼ nipples that seemed to be perpetually stiff. As we began our shower, I had his shaft in my hand...stroking the length with soapy fingers, eliciting low moans from Marc in response...and he had both of my breasts in his hands...lifting and squeezing them. He used his thumbs to flick over each nipple, evoking my own low moans in response.
• By now my pussy was dripping with anticipation and Marc's cock stood fully erect in my hand. He spun me around so I was facing one of the glass walls and pulled my hips towards him, so that my ass and pussy were fully exposed, giving him perfect access for entry. He stroked my pussy lips with one hand while he jerked his own cock several times with the other. Then he aligned the tip of his cock with the opening of my pussy and thrust himself deep into me with a thrust of his hips.
• I grunted at the force of his entrance, and my big tits slapped against the glass wall of the shower as he began to thrust his stiff rod deep into my pussy. He spread my feet further apart to get better leverage between my legs, then grabbed both hips and thrust his cock in and out of my pussy with enthusiasm, squeezing my breasts and flattening my nipples against the shower wall with each cut.
• I closed my eyes and let out a low, persistent moan as an orgasm tore through me, making my body shake and my knees wobble. Fortunately, my lover's hands on my hips kept me upright aloI noticed a warm tingling sensation surging through me from my nipple to my clitoris. He continued to pound his cock into me from behind, picking up the pace as he neared his own climax.
• With a loud moan, he threw his hips forward and blew a huge load of cum deep inside my pussy. He began to slow his thrusts slightly, but continued to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy as he enjoyed the throes of his orgasm... his creamy cum dripping from my pussy around his cock and onto the floor of the shower between our legs. After we both caught our breath, we finished our shower…. He washed my pussy and tits, and I washed his cock and balls…. We then dried off before ordering room service for dinner.
• At the end of our room service meal, Marc said he was in a hurry and needed to sleep before his next flight, but I was excited and really needed to do something active . I called one of the other flight attendants and we decided to meet up and go to a nearby nightclub to have some fun at night.
• I dressed in a fitted tube dress made mostly of spandex, with thin straps and no bra, so my large breasts wobbled and bounced as I moved around the room. With 5 inch heels, I was pretty sure I would get a lot of attention tonight. I was feeling a little bold, so I didn't wear any panties either. Who knew where this night might lead? My girlfriend and I arrived at the club and as expected had no trouble getting in. We positioned ourselves on bar stools along one side of the bar, where we could look out onto the dance floor and watch the guys…..and other girls, of course.…all over the room.
• After about 20 minutes, a handsome guy, maybe 30 or so came to my left side and introduced himself.
• He says;
• ➖Hi… my name is Paul. I noticed you and your friend here on your own.
• Without taking my eyes off the dance floor, I replied;
• ➖Yeah, we like to people watch and check out the room, and this is a good out of the way place to do that.
• I held out my hand for a handshake…;
• ➖I am Lara.
• Just then, my girlfriend accepted an invitation to dance, so I watched her head to the dance floor, leaving Frédéric and I alone at the side of the bar.
• ➖Paul: I bet you two are flight attendants
• I turned to look over my shoulder at him and asked;
• ➖How the hell did you know that?
• ➖Paul: Believe it or not, you are easy to spot. I work for a private airline and we are always looking for experienced flight attendants to become flight attendants for our company. It's a popular stopover town, and it's a popular nightclub, so it's quite common to find flight attendants here when they're on a layover.
• As he spoke, he moved closer to me, and even leaned towards me a little, so that I could feel the bulge in the front of his pants against my side, which made me raise my eyebrows slightly.
• ➖ME: Ohhhh seriously? And what is so special about this private airline that you represent? Why would I want to work for them?
• As we talked, Paul almost enveloped me in his presence. One of his legs was propped up on the footrest of my bar stool, and he was resting one elbow on the bar as he stood behind me, speaking almost directly into my ear.
• I could feel the warmth of his breath, the strength of his chest and arms, and the size of his package through his pants as he secretly rubbed against the thin fabric of my dress.
• In a practiced voice he stated;
• ➖We provide specialized services to executives, celebrities and politicians who can afford private plane travel and who expect special treatment because of the price they are willing to pay.
• I felt his hands and the inside of my legs begin to surreptitiously massage my body wherever they made contact. His left arm was resting on the bar and now pressing against my side, while his left hand was gently caressing and twisting the side of my breast, while his right hand was still holding his drink. Meanwhile, his right leg rubbed against the hem of my short, tight dress, and managed to pull it up from my thighs to my hips, without appearing too visible. I was a little mesmerized as he continued his speech.
• ➖Paul: Our flight attendants are typically paid about 4 times what you get on a public airline, and you'll be flying to cities quite regularly.internationals from all over the world.
• That definitely caught my attention, and I raised my eyebrows at those comments, even though I was only half-listening to what he was saying. In a bit of a haze, I could feel his left hand now grabbing a full handful of my left breast, squeezing it gently and occasionally twisting the nipple with his fingers. Meanwhile, his right knee had pushed the bottom of my dress past my butt until it rested roughly on my hips, leaving my bare ass completely exposed on the edge of the bar stool on which I was sitting. In the dark club it probably wasn't obvious, but it was "naughty" and a bit taboo, which got my juices flowing.
• He was still standing behind my bar stool and, in a somewhat dreamy state, I said to him over my shoulder;
• ➖This sounds fascinating and I think I'm interested. I really want to know more...
• As I was telling him this, I saw him place his glass on the bar, then reach down with his right hand and unzip his fly...allowing his erect cock to spring out of his pants. I could feel it through the thin fabric of my dress against my back, and I was immediately impressed by its size. I reached behind me with my right hand and found his shaft, gently rubbing myself up and down as I felt its rigid firmness. Paul took it from my hand and lubricated it with some of his saliva, before lining it up with my ass. With a slight push, he shoved it into my asshole.