The man's voice suddenly became clearer as I peered over my book, curious to see what he wanted. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked again. This was the first time I had ever had a steward instead of the usual stewardess at my service (and a gorgeous one to boot). I caught myself staring at him, becoming embarrassed when he asked me if there was anything wrong. "No, no ~ I'm sorry, I'm just not used to. . . er, uh, what I mean to say is that, yes I'll have a coke please. "I melted as he looked in my eyes, giving me a mischievous grin, then while pouring my soda, he turned and asked me where my final destination was. I told him I was going to St. John. "Is this your first time?" he asked, and I told him yes, that I had always wanted to go there, but with someone special. "So where is this lucky person?" he asked, and I said that I hadn't found him yet, and that I wasn't getting any younger ~ and maybe I would find him waiting for me there. He smiled, and told me to never give up on your dreams, and then I asked him if it had always been his dream to be a steward because of allowing him to travel around the world. He laughed and said that no, actually his dream was to find a sweet girl who liked to travel, and that he had ended up working on an airplane because it was the only way he could keep them trapped long enough to ask them for a date. I sat looking at him in shock, he laughed and laughed and told me he'd never got anyone to take him so serious before, but that this was just part time work and that his real job was writing articles for companies and that he just enjoyed the diversity.
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He pulled up my blouse, and hungrily sucked on my pert nipples and cradled my full breasts.
I panted and quietly moaned as he tugged at my cotton panties, trying hard to be quiet so as not to cause a commotion among any curious passengers. He unzipped and freed himself as I spread my legs to welcome him in. Then he told me to be patient, and that it would be a long flight, with that he knelt down and started to slide his tongue up and down inside my slit. I shook as he slid his tongue inside my hole, and ran it next to my G spot. Then he stood up. I gasped as he shoved his long, thick cock deep inside me, grabbing my hips for leverage, and thrusting viciously in and out of my cunt until I thought I would scream. This man gave me the highest orgasm I had ever flown on. Pulling his cock out of me, he started shooting cum all over me, so naturally I bent down to catch some of it on my face ~ and in my open mouth, hoping to savor the sweet taste of him forever. When he was finished I asked him what his name was. I had at least earned the right to know the name of the stranger who had given me the highest orgasm I'd ever had. He laughed and told me that his name was "Stephen," and that he hoped it wouldn't be our last time as he kissed me again. Then he gave me his phone number and told me to call him as soon as I reached St. John. He said that St.
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