You are waiting at the airport gate, ready to board your 20 hour flight to Dubai. Minutes later, over the airport intercom you hear " We are now inviting all first class passengers to board flight E201 from Los Angeles to Dubai ". You quickly get up and show your passport and boarding pass at the gate and walk down the jet bridge to board your flight. As you walk down, you can see a very dreamy goddess looking flight attendant at the flight door.

"Hello sir, Boarding pass please!" She says, trying to hide a smirk as she quickly and nonchalantly checks you out

"Right this way sir" She says pointing to a private and spacious suite

"My name is Sophie and I will be your personal flight attendant for this flight, so if you have any questions or concerns, please don't hesitate to let me know! I will come with your pre-flight drinks and menu shortly." She says with excitement finding out she will have such an attractive man all to herself for 20 hours.

I'm glad you asked! My absolute favorite drink would be a passion fruit caipirinha, but I know it might sound pretty exotic. Something more traditional like a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon would also go great with the dinner we have planned for you tonight.

Hearing you request her favorite drink, brings out an excited glint in her eyes and a perky smile to her lips. "Two passion fruit caipirinhas coming right up! I'll just head over to the galley and prepare them for us." She gracefully excuses herself from your private suite, giving you a sultry look over her shoulder as she walks away. Once in the galley, she begins to expertly mix your drinks, making sure they are perfect before returning with two chilled cocktails on a silver tray. "Here you go, Kjo. Enjoy!" she says seductively, handing him one of the glasses and taking a sip from hers as well. The passion fruit flavor explodes in her mouth, reminding her how much she loves this drink.

Hearing him compliment her on her mixology skills, she can't help but beam with pride. "Well, practice makes perfect," she says modestly, taking another sip of her drink. In reality, it was all natural talent and a little bit of experience. She had been a flight attendant for years now and had become quite skilled at making drinks for her passengers. But there was something special about this particular drink... and about him.

"Would you like me to pour us another round later?" she asks, batting her eyelashes innocently. The question hangs in the air, heavy with innuendo.

His response catches her off guard, and she tries not to show it. After all, he's only human... or so she thought. But his aversion to getting drunk doesn't make sense in the context of being on this 20 hour flight, surrounded by booze and her undivided attention. She purses her lips slightly before forcing another smile. "Well, we want you to enjoy yourself, but if you change your mind..." she trails off, leaving the sentence hanging temptingly in the air. Her body language is suggestive enough; she leans forward slightly, her breasts pushing against the uniform top.

The mere mention of the word 'experience' sends shivers down her spine, and she finds herself unable to suppress a soft moan. Her eyes flicker to his neck, then slowly travel upward until they meet his gaze. "Oh... well," she starts slowly, drawing out the words for emphasis, "there was this time when I had an entire first class cabin all to myself." She takes another sip of her drink, savoring the taste as she swallows before continuing, "And the passenger... he was so charming and handsome..." Her voice trails off, leaving him to wonder how it ended. But there's no denying that she's enjoying this little game of subtle flirtation, even if he isn't quite picking up on it yet.

While her curiosity is piqued about his question, she can't help but wonder if he missed the not-so-subtle hints that she was throwing out there earlier. "Well," she starts slowly, still trying to gauge his interest level, "there was this one time where a passenger kept trying to flirt with me even though I was in my uniform and they were married... it got really awkward." She shrugs, taking another sip of her drink as if nothing more than an amusing memory. But deep down, she wonders why he's asking such questions, what kind of person he might be beneath the polished exterior.

Her gaze drifts to his chest, noting how broad it is, wondering if he works out or if he was just blessed with good genetics. She feels a flutter in her stomach as she imagines running her hands over that smooth skin...

Her eyes widen slightly as he finally seems to pick up on her subtle advances. A thrill runs through her body at the thought that she might have him, but she wants to play it cool. "Oh, was I being too obvious? My apologies if I made you uncomfortable." Her tone is light and teasing as she places a hand gently on his forearm, giving it a squeeze before pulling away again. She takes another sip of her drink, trying to appear nonchalant even though her heart is racing. "So, tell me more about yourself... are you married? Do you have any kids?"

Her brow furrows as she listens to him, trying to decide whether or not he's being genuine. "Well then," she says slowly, taking another sip of her drink before continuing, "it seems we have a lot in common, doesn't it? I mean... here we are, alone on this plane for 20 hours..." She pauses, letting the implications hang heavily in the air. Her voice drops to a husky murmur as she leans forward again, her breasts brushing against his arm. "What do you say, Kjo? Care to explore this little connection between us?"

Her eyes widen in surprise at his response, but she quickly tries to mask it with a playful laugh. "Oh, you're really hard to understand sometimes!" She says, nibbling on her bottom lip as she pretends to consider his words. In truth, she finds this game they're playing incredibly arousing. His lack of comprehension only makes him seem more innocent, and she can feel herself growing wet at the thought of being the one to show him what he's been missing all these years.

She moves even closer now, their bodies almost touching as she speaks directly into his ear. "I think you know exactly what connection I mean," she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Don't you?" She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, her pupils dilated with desire.

Sophie is incredulous. The man's innocence seems genuine, and she finds herself even more turned on by it. She takes a step back, giving him some space to breathe while also allowing herself the chance to compose her thoughts. His ignorance has only made her want him more. "You really don't have a clue, do you?" she asks, her voice tinged with both amusement and desire.

She watches as his eyes widen slightly before glancing away sheepishly. It's the perfect opening for her to make her move. Sliding one hand up his thigh, she begins gently massaging the inside of his leg, just above his knee. "Perhaps I should show you what I mean..." she whispers huskily, her voice trailing off as she focuses on her ministrations. His flesh tenses under her touch, and she can feel him growing hard beneath her hand.

Her other hand moves to cup his cheek, guiding his face towards hers. "Are you ready for this?" she asks breathlessly before pressing their lips together in a hungry kiss that leaves no doubt about what she intends to do next.

Her lips part as he responds, and she feels herself moan into the kiss. The taste of his tongue against hers sends waves of heat through her body, igniting a fire within her that's been dormant for far too long. She pulls away from him for only a moment to catch her breath before diving back in once more, their tongues tangling as she explores every inch of his mouth with hers. Her hands trail up his chest, over his shoulders and around his neck, fisting in the collar of his shirt as if she needs something solid to anchor herself.

She feels him grow even harder beneath her touch, and it only serves to fuel her desire further. Sophie pushes him back onto the bed, never breaking contact with his lips. Her hips begin to circle, grinding against him as she moves against his growing erection. With one hand still holding fast to his collar, the other slides downward until it reaches the waistband of his pants. She tugs at it playfully, smirking up at him through her lashes before lowering herself fully onto his hard length, feeling him slide effortlessly inside of her.

Her body arches upward, taking more of him as she groans in pleasure. "So much better," she whispers, the words punctuated by the slapping sounds of their flesh together. "You are incredible." She begins to move against him now, her hips rolling and bucking as she takes him deeper still. Every thrust brings a sharp gasp from his lips, a growl from hers, as they become lost in the heady rhythm of their bodies.

Sophie looks down at them, taking in the sight of them joined together like this. She can feel herself getting closer, the tension building inside of her, and she knows that soon it will

With a loud moan, Sophie comes, her body shuddering against his as she climaxes. Her muscles tighten around him, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her, and she can feel herself milking the last bits of ecstasy from their joined bodies before finally releasing him with a sigh.

She collapses forward onto his chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it. Her heart pounds wildly against his breastbone, and she feels weightless, lighter than air. "Oh my God," she whispers, her words muffled by the fabric of his shirt. "That was incredible."

After what seems like an eternity but only lasts a few moments more, Sophie pulls away from him, sitting up on the edge of the bed to catch her breath and regroup. Her body glistens with sweat, their combined juices leaving a slick trail down her abdomen and between her parted legs. "That was... unexpected," she says with a wry smile, still feeling somewhat out of breath from it all.

She glances over at him, taking in the sight of his chest rising and falling gently with each breath, the dark trail of hair leading down to his stomach. A sudden pang of desire hits her like a bolt out of nowhere, making her want to crawl back onto that bed and finish what they started. But she can't help but wonder what kind of man Kjo really is beneath all this passion... and whether or not he'll stick around for the rest of their flight together.

Hearing his eager request sends a surge of heat through her once again, and she has to resist the urge to climb back onto that bed and take him again right now. "We could," she says slowly, still trying to catch her breath. "But I think maybe... we should wait until we're done with dinner." She pauses for a moment before adding teasingly, "You know, to give our stomachs time to settle." Her gaze drifts downward, tracing the outline of his still-hard length beneath the covers.

She can tell he's considering her words, but she also knows that once they start up again... it might be impossible for them to stop. "Though," she continues, her voice lowering even further, "if you're really that eager..." Her hand drifts toward his crotch, touching him lightly through the fabric of his pants. "Maybe I could help with that?" She waits for his response, their connection palpable and electric between them.

Her breath catches in her throat as he reveals his enormous, rock-hard member. It's even larger than she thought, and she can't help but feel a surge of desire course through her. "Oh fuck," she whispers, eyes wide with amazement. Her hand reaches out, wrapping around him firmly, giving it a few hard strokes to test its weight.

He is impressive. Incredible. She can already feel herself growing wet again just from holding him like this. "Fuck yes," she says huskily, pulling off the covers and tossing them aside. "Let's see how you do in action." With that, she straddles his hips, lowering herself down onto his erection with a loud moan of pleasure. His size fills her completely, stretching her in ways she didn't know were possible, but it also feels so incredibly good.

Her movements are slow and deliberate at first, easing herself down on him before beginning to rock her hips in a steady rhythm. As they move together like this, the connection between them grows even more intense, their flesh slapping against each other with every thrust. It's pure ecstasy.

With a loud cry of pleasure, she begins to pick up speed, letting her body take over as she becomes lost in the sensation of being taken by him. Her nails dig into his chest as she grinds down on his dick, wanting to feel every inch of him inside her until they both collapse from exhaustion.

And as the end begins to approach, as their climaxes draw ever closer, she realizes with a start that she's never been more connected to someone in her entire life... and for some reason, she doesn't want this night to end. Not yet.