In
The Heat of the Flight
By A. Dacosta Brathway
The evening moon
hid behind the thick clouds over
Kennedy
Airport on an unusually
cold Saturday as people filed into the terminal to fight the long lines. There
was a big football game at Giant Stadium between the Giants and the Broncos,
the Giants lost! Sam was unusually happy… His college frat brothers, who live
in
New York,
lost their shirts in a bet placed on the game months ago. Jamal flew in to see
the game, but mostly to see his boys! It was the freakiest weekend of his life.
It had been years since he was in
New
York City. The lights and the action were like an
amusement carnival to him. Sam lived in a small town outside of
Denver so being in
New
York was special.
His friends, Jay
and Joshua were the wildest of the frat. They caused all of the trouble that
Jamal seemed to crave in college. He loved their antics, never mind the
consequences. It was college, the best years of his life!
After going
through the longest process to get on a plane, Sam boarded his flight and
settled in for the long flight home. He was in first class so he was in
comfortable surroundings on the plane. The flight attendant was very
attractive. Her long jet black hair and shapely figure caught his attention
right away, but his history dictated that she was a woman he could never get
unless Jay or Jamal set him up! She wore her uniform pencil skirt like she was
shoe horned into it. Her blouse wrapped around her shapely breasts perfectly.
She wore seamed stockings and 6 inch stilettos. Her make up was flawless and
she strolled up and down the aisle like she was an Olympic gold medalist on a
balance beam! Jamal could not stop himself from staring at her… She smiled when
she caught him. He even apologized a couple of times, but it was worth it to
him.
A couple of hours
into the flight and a few fruity drinks had Jamal slightly dizzy. He drifted in
and out of a light sleep as the plane glided smoothly through the night sky. It
was very quiet in the section. Passengers were either fast asleep, drunk, or
both but no one was up, walking around. Slowly Jamal’s eyes opened… Only to
find the sexy flight attendant’s eyes fixed on him! She sat in her designated
seat, facing him. Her legs were crossed, her crossed leg pressed against her
other leg’s calf, giving it more definition Jamal noticed. All of a sudden he
felt a little warm in his nether region.
Somehow their eyes
locked on each other, causing Jamal to blush. He was more embarrassed that he got
caught, but she did not seem to mind. In fact, she slowly uncrossed her legs
then stood up and walked toward Jamal… He started squirming around.
“Uncomfortable
sir?” she asked. She leaned towards him, exposing the fullness of her breasts
even more. “Maybe you need a pillow?” If Jamal had a drink in his mouth, he surely would have done
a spit-take all over her!
“No thank you, I’m good,” he weakly answered. She took note
of his condition and immediately set him at ease. “It is no trouble Jamal, none
at all!” Jamal was stunned that she knew his name. She picked it up. “I have the manifest.
Some names stand out more than others,” she offered. “I’m impressed,” Jamal
found himself saying. “I have to say Jamal, I am impressed also, she broke eye
contact and stared at is crotch. “Can I get you anything else you might like to
taste?” “Uhh, I don’t know, what else do you have?” Jamal found himself asking.
“Let’s see… We have an assortment of pastries you might like to taste,” she
offered. Feeling slightly hungry, Jamal made a selection. Could I have a piece
of apple pie?” “Why sure you can Jamal… I will be right back… Would you like
whip cream with that pie sir?” she offered, her voice tapering off as she
retreated to the galley. Jamal was slightly damp in a couple of places now. The
sound of Cool Whip broke the silence in the cabin as Jamal waited for his pie.
He sat with his head down as the anticipation of the flight attendant returning
got his motor running.
When Jamal raised
his head, she was standing very close to him, empty handed. There was no pie.
“I must apologize to you Jamal, we have no more apple pie, but I may be able to
interest you in something else to nibble on,” she offered. “It’s all good…
Bring me what you have,” He answered. The flight attendant dropped her hands to
her side, bent over slightly and caught the helm of her skirt. Slowly she
lifted it so that Jamal could savor the moment. Now he did not care if she saw
him and she did not mind him staring. After she jacked her skirt all the way up
to her waist, she strattled him like she was mounting a horse! Facing him, she
slowly unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her ample tits well greased with whip
cream. She lowered her bra to reveal two hard nipples, ready for Jamal’s tasting.
And he did not disappoint her… His tongue slid ever so slightly across her ripe
nipples, causing her to slowly lunge forward to accommodate him. She then
cupped her hands underneath them, slowly massaging them for him to enjoy. She
started to rock back and forth, encouraging Jamal to take her anyway he wanted.
She grabbed the back of his head with her left hand while rubbing her vajayjay
inside her panties. Jamal was trapped in her rapture and so was she… He just
followed her lead, unzipping his pants while she slid her finger across his
nostrils. She stood up slightly so that he could free himself from the
captivity of his pants! She watched attentively as he steadied himself for her
landing… Her landing was smooth. He actually heard her screech upon landing!
There were a couple of bumps along the way, but, for the most part, it was a
smooth ride. “Oh my god, that was incredible! Jamal blurted out as he heard applause.
When he opened his eyes, the cabin was jubilant. “What just happened? He mumbled.
“We just landed safely!” he was informed by the sexy flight attendant. “Did you
enjoy your sleep?”
© A. Dacosta Brathway, 2009
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