Chapter 3
Sheila didn't have any assigned duties aboard the overnight Denver to London flight. She wore her uniform anyway, so the passengers wouldn't wonder why a civilian was wandering up and down the aisle.
As the plane crossed the east coast and headed over the Atlantic, the overhead lights were turned off and the passengers settled down.
Sheila checked the passenger manifest and confirmed the name of the passenger in seat 1A in the first-class section. She was right. He played super-macho roles in movies. She wandered forward, stopping to chat with a few passengers.
The business section was filled with men and women on their way to Europe. They would land early in the morning and immediately meet clients. They would be suffering from lack of sleep and jet lag, which would put them at a distinct disadvantage. They would then get back on a red-eye flight that evening to return home, wondering why they hadn't made the best possible deal. She had seen it happen time and time again, and they never seemed to learn.
She entered the first-class section and stopped to chat with a couple near the rear. The section was less than half full, tourists on their way to a holiday. Two other women were in the section, sitting with men Sheila took to be their husbands. The women weren't young enough to be mistresses going along as a reward for faithful service.
She casually walked forward and sat next to Macho Man. A full moon shone in the small window, illuminating him and falling partially on her.
"What's a guy like you doing on a regular flight?" she said. "Don't you have your own plane?"
Macho Man leaned over and said in a hoarse whisper, "I'll level with you. I'm afraid of flying. If I got in one of those little things, I would toss my cookies before we got off the ground. If you tell anyone I said that, I'll swear that you made it up." His accent was thick. Not foreign, somewhere around New York City.
"Your secret is safe with me," Sheila laughed. "Why are you flying now?"
"I've got to make a tour of Europe, promoting one of my films. The one where I'm a mountain climber. Have you seen it?"
"No, I don't go the movies very much. If we don't show it on a flight, I don't get to see it."
"I've been watching you. You don't seem to have much to do. What are you, the head stew?" He snickered. "Get it, head stew? The stew who gives head."
"We aren't called stewardesses now. We're flight attendants. You can't make much of a joke out of that."
"I still call you stews," he said. "Are you the honcho?"
"No. This is my last flight. My husband is a senior pilot with this airline. He arranged for me to take a trip around the world."
"Well, that sounds interesting."
"Not that kind of trip around the world," she laughed.
"Too bad. It would be interesting. Especially with you. Did you know that you have a very interesting profile? And, now that I've seen your full face, I see that you're beautiful. You ought to be in the movies."
"It gets deeper and deeper," she said drolly. She was both flattered and amused. "Next, you'll tell me that you can get me a starring role if only I'll be 'nice' to you."
"Well, that line usually works. Lots of girls got their start that way. Since you sound like you wouldn't believe me, suppose I just told you straight out that I'd like to get it on with you?"
She felt a quick fluttering in her pussy, followed by a heavy flow of juice. Macho Man surprised her by leaning over and kissing her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth and stuck one hand between her legs. She tore her mouth away from his and shoved his hand away.
Janine leaned over and whispered in Sheila's ear, "Cynthia has disappeared on me. Will you take coffee to the flight crew?"
"Of course," Sheila replied. "If they go to sleep, we're all in deep water."
"Cute pun," Janine said with a soft laugh.
"Who's she?" Macho Man asked.
Sheila stood and smoothed her skirt. "Janine, the crew chief."
"Oh, the head stew, right? Maybe she'd be interested in a little fun."
"You'll have to ask her," Sheila replied.
She hurried away before he could say anything more. She went to the galley for the coffee. On her way back through the first-class section, she kept her gaze straight ahead. She closed and locked the door and nearly stumbled over a pair of legs when she turned around.
The flight engineer was facing the aisle with his pants around his ankles. One of the attendants was on her knees in front of him.
"Cynthia?" Sheila said. "Janine was looking for you."
Cynthia looked over her shoulder and grinned like a naughty little imp. "I won't be long," she giggled. "Greg needed a little relief. He promised to show me around London."
"It's your funeral," Sheila said. She served coffee to the pilot and copilot, and sat on the jump seat near Greg.
The pilot gave her a big smile and said, "This thing is on autopilot. Why don't you sit on my lap and lets get cozy?"
"Drink your coffee, Bob. Don't let Cynthia's behavior give you foolish ideas. You know I'm married to Glen."
"Hell, I'm just trying to help out a buddy. Besides, he won't know unless you tell him."
"I would know, Bob," she replied. "And I won't do that to him. If the plane is on autopilot, you have both hands free."
Cynthia leaned over and licked the head of Greg's cock. He jerked his hips and tried to stick his cock in her mouth. She giggled and licked his cock until it rose to its full measure. Her fingers played lightly over his cock and balls, feathery touches that made him tremble. She touched every part of his prick and gently rolled his balls in her palm.
"Nice cock," she crooned, her voice soft and soothing. "And your balls are so full. You need to cum badly, don't you?"
"Yeah," he wheezed, staring at the pretty attendant's face.
Cynthia's long, pink tongue slid slowly between her lush lips and extended fully. Sheila thought it looked like a giraffe's tongue. She crossed her legs, put her elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand. She was in no hurry. She might as well see how Cynthia sucked cock.
The tip of Cynthia's tongue swiped across the head of Greg's prick, and he shuddered. She cupped his balls in her left hand, letting the hard, sensitive marbles rest in her soft, warm palm.
She closed her right hand around his stiff, pulsing shaft. Her tongue curled around the head of his cock, hot and wet on the nerve-filled knob. He watched his foxy girl make love to his cock. The heat of sexual passion permeated to the very core of his being. Even the marrow in his bones tingled.
She slid her tongue along the underside of his tool, from the head to the base and back up again. She opened her mouth wide with her tongue fully extended and lowered her head. He arched his hips and shoved his cock at her. She chuckled and let his prick slide slowly between her soft lips into her mouth. The tip of her extended tongue touched the base of his cock. Holding his prick between her upper lip and tongue, she wiggled the tip of her tongue.
Sheila reached out and tapped Cynthia on the shoulder. "Honey, you'd better wait until you're on the ground to deep-throat him. If we hit turbulence, you'll choke on that thing."
Greg sighed deeply and quaked all over. Cynthia drew her tongue back into her mouth slowly, sliding it along the bottom of his shaft. Once again, her tongue curled around the head of his prick, laving it tenderly, coating it with warm saliva. She held his love wand in her mouth and loved it without applying any suction.
Greg groaned out loud. Cynthia chuckled again. The vibrations from her vocal cords lashed his cockhead. He groaned louder. She lifted her head and looked up at him with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
"You like getting your cock sucked, don't you?" Her tongue flashed out and laved the tip of his organ.
"God, yes!"
"I give a wonderful blow job," she giggled. "I'm going to get every drop of your cum."
"Isn't that the idea?" Sheila said dryly.
Cynthia gripped Greg's cock tightly with her hand just below the knob. Her tongue went into motion, licking only the bare head, periodically curling all the way around it. She licked it up and down, went all the way around it, twisting his cock and turning her head so she covered every inch of the tender flesh.
His cock got so hard, it almost hurt. The head swelled bigger than he could remember. So full that pangs of lust shot through it. He wished she would hurry and take it into her mouth.
She started stroking as she licked. She gripped the knob loosely in her fist and spent several long, agonizing minutes licking the shaft. She dribbled saliva on the naked knob. She stroked faster, slipping her hand up around the head, then going all the way to the base.
"Playing with your cock is fun," she said softly. "Am I making it feel good?"
"Fuck, yes!" he exclaimed. "You're very good. Your hands are so soft and your mouth is fantastic."
She was in no hurry to get him off. She liked to play with a cock. She closed her left fist around the bare head of his cock. She squeezed gently and twisted her hand as she jerked him with her right hand.
"God damn!" he yelped.
She replaced her left hand with her mouth. He gasped as her hot mouth covered his cockhead and her lips closed tightly just below the crown.
"God!" he croaked.
She ignored Sheila's warning about choking. Slowly, very deliberately, her head moved down. More and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. He felt the radical difference when the head of his aching prick entered her throat. She swallowed nearly all of his meat, then paused for a moment, holding his cockhead just inside her throat. She tightened the muscles in her throat, applying exquisite pressure on the knob.
He thought she was going to suck the end of his prick off and swallow it! The anticipation was only slightly less intolerable than the pressure of the knot of cum building in him. She pulled her mouth back to the head and started stroking his shaft as she sucked. She used short strokes, twisting her hand around and around.
His body vibrated like a banjo string. His ass twisted and bucked. He gnashed his teeth. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes open so he could watch the astonishing women fuck her phenomenal mouth with his cock. Her mouth and hand worked in perfect harmony. She held her head still, and her mouth became a powerful vacuum pump. Her hand slid up and down the shaft in a blur, tightening ever so slowly.
His cock erupted with a turbulence that warped his mind. An expression of sheer ecstasy covered his face. His body stiffened, lifting his ass off the seat.
She held her head steadily and let the head of his cock slide into her throat again as his ass jerked upward. She tightened her grip around his throbbing lance and jerked faster. Her left hand shot between his legs to finger his balls, pull on them gently, and roll them around. His hot juice poured down her gullet in dense gobs. His body strained and flexed and writhed and lurched.
"No.. .more.. .all.. .gone.. . ! " he rasped.
She lifted her head and looked at his cock. She cleared her throat a couple of times and swallowed hard to purge the sticky clot from her throat. "Not quite all," she said sweetly. She milked his dick, and one large pearly drop of cum oozed out. Her tongue flicked out and scooped it up. "Now I've sucked it dry!" She smacked her lips and smiled. "I huffed and I puffed and I blew the man down!"
"God, baby, that was wonderful!"
She stood and gave him a sloppy smooch with lots of tongue. She turned and swished her ass as she left the flight deck.
"Interesting," Sheila said as she followed Cynthia.