Chapter 4
One of the reasons Sheila liked being a flight attendant was the opportunity to get away from everyone who knew her. She could let her hair down and let her wild side show. She stopped in front of Macho Man and turned off his reading light. He looked up and grinned as she straddled his legs and sat down.
He shoved his hand under her skirt and pawed her mound as he gazed into her brilliant green eyes. He wormed a finger under the leg of her thin panties and wiggled it up and down the thick lips of her pussy.
"Changed your mind, huh?"
She opened his zipper and fished his prick out. It didn't feel as big as she thought it should, considering his muscular body and macho reputation. She fondled his dick, thinking that maybe it wasn't completely erect, or all the way out of his pants. Although it felt fully hard. The girth was okay, but the length left a lot to be desired. She tugged on it, trying to pull it out farther.
"Don't pull the damn thing off," he whispered harshly.
"Oh! Well.. .oh, never mind," she said in a half-whisper.
She pulled the crotch of her panties to one side and guided the head of his cock to her wet hole. She hunched and got his cock in her, but just barely. She wiggled and hunched in a vain attempt to get better penetration.
He slid his ass forward and lifted his hips. It didn't help. There simply wasn't enough length to his cock for it to go in as far as she wanted. She had to take what was available.
"You should have taken your panties off," he said hoarsely, keeping his voice low.
She was severely disappointed before she even got started. His cock wasn't long enough, and he was trying to shift the blame to her. It wasn't the thickness of her thin panties that made the difference, for heaven's sake! It was the lack of cock. There was one bit of salvation, however. The edge of her panties was stretched tight along her clit. Her movements would be enough to get her off.
"You sometimes have to take what you can get," she muttered, talking to herself, but saying it out loud.
"You're a sassy bitch!" he retorted, thinking she was answering him. "Why don't you stop talking and get busy humping your ass? Lots of women would be happy to fuck themselves silly on what you've got in you."
She thought most women would be silly to try. She bit back the words. She got herself into this, so she might as well make the best of things. She did want to cum, and she should be able to accomplish at least that much if she worked at it.
She rocked back and forth and bounced up and down. She had to be careful or his cock would fall out when she raised up. The friction from the edge of her panties and what little cock she had combined to bring her emotions up. She ignored him, knowing full well that he would take care of himself when he was ready, regardless of where she was.
There was nothing she could do to delay his orgasm. She sensed that he was a fast cummer, that she had better get her own pleasure as soon as possible. When that thing went soft, there would be nothing left. She couldn't hope to prolong the pleasure of fucking. She put her hands on top of the seat and increased the speed of her ass-twisting, lunging movements.
He hung onto her hips, kept his ass pushed up, and watched her face as she fucked him. As she suspected, he made no attempt to see that she was ready to cum before he did-or at least as soon as he did. She was strictly on her own. He was celebrity, a famous star, and women usually flocked to him, content to merely have his cock in them. He had long ago ceased to care about their pleasure. He was, after all, providing them with a part of his illustrious body. What more could they possibly ask for?
She humped and twisted steadily, striving to get the maximum pleasure from what little she had to work with. In this case, the maximum from the minimum. She was getting there, but she was afraid her climax wasn't going to arrive soon enough.
She glanced to her right. Her eyes passed over a man sitting across the aisle. A woman slept in the seat next to him. His reading light was on, shining into his lap. He had his cock out, stroking it steadily as he watched her. A big grin spread across his face as her eyes met his.
She returned his smiled and licked her lips sensuously. The sight of the man jacking off was the added spice she needed to achieve her goal. To add to the voyeur's visual excitement, she moved her hands from the seat back and bunched her skirt around her waist. Her thin bikini panties had pulled into the crack of her ass, leaving her pretty buttocks bare. She licked her lips seductively and fucked faster, her eyes on the stranger's cock.
The stranger stroked his cock harder. The woman's head fell to the side, and her cheek was just above the end of his cock.
Macho Man thrust upward. His cock swelled, signaling his impending orgasm.
The voyeur across the aisle stroked his cock harder.
The prick in Sheila's pussy started spewing hot cum.
Her orgasm started. Not deep and hard, the way she preferred, but still satisfying. The voyeur's cock blew a gob of cum into the air. It spattered onto his companion's cheek.
Macho Man's prick collapsed rapidly, into a small, limp tube of flesh, slipping out of Sheila's cunt as it softened. Her orgasm trailed off quickly, leaving her disappointed and frustrated. The best part of the whole drill was watching the voyeur jack off while he watched her fuck Macho Man.
She looked at the man across the aisle. He smiled and winked. His companion was awake, looking out the window. A small smudge on her cheek marked the spot where the glob of jism had landed. She wondered how he would explain that to the woman! She returned his smile and wink.
She looked back at Macho Man. He needed a shave. She wondered why some men thought women found a day-old growth of beard attractive. She would never again be able to think of, or see him without remembering his small cock. Ah, well, she thought, so much for the fakery of Hollywood! His sexual prowess was no more real than the extravagant battles he fought on the screen.
Without a word, she got up and left. She went to the restroom and washed her pussy. Then she went to the galley and got a cup of coffee.
"Did you find Cynthia?" she asked Janine.
"She came back on her own. She was probably giving some guy a blow job. As usual. I swear, she would rather suck cock than eat."
"Well, if she does it right, she does eat," Sheila snickered.
"Too bad you're quitting," Janine said. "We would have made a good team. I like your sense of humor."
"No sense in getting married if I'm flying in one direction and my husband is flying in another. He seems locked into the Rio run, and the company won't let us fly together."
"I know what you mean. They need to bring their thinking up-to-date. I tried marriage for a while. My old man got tired of me being home only two days a week. The straw that broke the camel's back was when I transferred to the crew center in Denver, and he wouldn't leave his job in Dallas. Not that driving a cement truck is such a great job. I think he suspected that I didn't keep my pants on when I was gone anyway. At least now I don't have to answer to anyone."
"Well, if you have any ideas of trying out the guy in 1A, forget them. He's a dud. He certainly didn't fly me to the moon."
"Macho Man?" Janine laughed. "He takes this flight at least once a month. I tried several times to get him to meet me at a nude beach in France. I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't until I tried him on. He didn't fit. He's an extra small, and 1 take at least a medium."
"I'm not sure he can squeeze his fist tight enough to fit," Sheila said. "I get more pleasure out of my middle finger. Have you ever had a really huge one? You know, one that stretched you so far, you thought you couldn't take it?"
"Yeah, once," Janine said. "I thought I was going to die trying to get the damn thing in me. Then I thought I was going to die when he took it out."
"Glen fills me pretty full, but I would like to try a real monster just once," Sheila said. "It will probably never happen. I don't know how to find one."
"Luck of the draw, darling," Janine replied. "Are you going on through to Copenhagen with us?"
"No, I've been there. I'm going to spend a couple of days in London, then go south. Maybe to North Africa. I've never been there."
"What are you going to do in London?"
"Probably max out my credit card buying antiques," Sheila laughed.
"Just as well. It's a dreary place. And the people in the places that are safe are so just as dreary. I have never had a decent meal there, even in the American hotels. They cook the vegetables until they're mush, and leave the beef bloody. I like rare beef, but not that rare. It isn't even warm in the center. If you like Scotch whisky, you're okay. But, why get sloshed if all you're going to do is spend the night alone?"
"Well, I'm not looking for excitement there, so I guess it won't bother me. I've eaten enough airline food to stand most anything."
"That's one thing I won't miss when I retire," Janine said firmly. "I would bring my own in a brown bag, but I don't think management would like it."
"I'm going to wander downstairs to the lounge and get some rest," Sheila said. "Call me if you need help."
"Thanks," Janine replied. "We'll be landing in about an hour. Things ought to be pretty quiet until then."
"Call me when you're in Denver and have a day or two free," Sheila said. "Glen and I are going to live in Denver. I don't know where yet. We have to find a house."
"So that's why you're buying antiques. I'll do that. We can have fun together when Glen is away."
"He doesn't have to be away," Sheila said with a sexy chuckle. "Call the number in the book. I'll have the phone company refer you to the new number." She kissed Janine on the cheek and left.