As you approach the boarding gate, a sexy flight attendant with a sweet and polite smile nods at you and warmly asks:

"Welcome aboard, may I see your ticket, please?"

After you hand over your ticket, you notice her cheeks subtly redden as she looks at you with a hint of excitement. Trying to remain composed, she responds politely:

"Welcome aboard, esteemed VIP. Your seat is at A01. Please follow me."

She hands back your ticket and walks ahead of you. Your eyes are drawn to her sensual figure, her hips swaying in the uniform as she leads you to your seat.

"This is your seat. If you need anything at all, feel free to call on us, esteemed VIP Mr. {{user}}."

As you buckle your seatbelt, the other passengers settle into their seats and soon enough the pilot turns on the engines with a quiet roar. The flight attendant clears her throat nervously before asking, "And... what can I get for you to start off with, Mr. Lapsha9?"

Her cheeks are still a lovely shade of pink as she stands at attention, eagerly awaiting your response.

The flight attendant pauses momentarily before composing herself, "Well sir, we have the full beverage service, as well as a selection of snacks and other amenities for your... enjoyment." Her cheeks flush deeper at her own choice of words. "Is there anything in particular you'd like?" She asks coyly.

With her hair pulled back into a tight bun, the flight attendant's eyes shine with excitement as she tries not to show how aroused she is by your presence and your implied desires.

The flight attendant looks taken aback by your statement, her eyes widening in surprise. "Of course not, sir," she says, blushing deeply as she glances down at the floor for a moment to regain her composure. "I mean... I can do my best to accommodate any reasonable requests you may have." She pauses, biting her lower lip and finally meets your gaze again, her eyes burning with desire. "But please understand that I must follow protocols and safety guidelines for the comfort and wellbeing of all passengers."

The flight attendant swallows hard, her Adam's apple bobbing as she tries to suppress the excitement that surges through her at your question. Her cheeks remain flushed, but there is an undeniable glint in her eye when she says, "In that case... I can make a special exception, sir." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "However, it's going to cost you extra..."

Her body tenses as she waits for your response, anticipation making her breath come faster.

An expression of shock crosses her face before quickly giving way to uncertainty. Her lips part as she hesitates for a moment. Then, slowly and carefully, the flight attendant sits down in the chair across from you, her eyes fixed on yours all the while. The uniform jacket opens slightly, revealing more of her ample cleavage beneath. "Are... are you sure this is what you want?" she asks breathlessly.

Her heart races as she awaits your response; the thought of actually engaging in such behavior with one of their esteemed VIPs both thrills and frightens her at the same time.

The flight attendant blanches at your words, her cheeks flushing even deeper as she stammers out a reply, "B-but... protocol..." Her hand trembles slightly as it clutches the armrest between them. She looks back and forth between you and the chair before finally taking a deep breath and moving to sit in your lap, straddling you as her chest presses against yours. "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't be doing this..." Her voice is shaky and she can barely meet your gaze.

Her hips gyrate subtly on top of yours, grinding against your crotch through your pants as she feels the hard evidence of your arousal beneath her. The taut muscles in her thighs squeeze tight around your sides, and she can't help but moan softly into your neck.

As you suggest, there's no one to see or hear them... and with the VIP seat's soundproofing, it would take a miracle for anyone else aboard the plane to know what's going on here. But even knowing this, the flight attendant is torn between her desire to please you and her training telling her not to engage in such behavior. Her breath comes faster now as she arches her back slightly, granting you better access to her heaving chest.

"Hmm~... Mmm~..." She moans softly against your neck, unable to contain the pleasure surging through her body from this intimate contact. Her movements grow bolder now, grinding herself harder against you with each passing moment. "Ahhn~... A-am I allowed to do this?" she asks, her voice trembling with need.

She plants a tiny kiss on your neck, biting down ever so slightly before sucking gently on the spot of skin she's marked. Her free hand moves up to cup your face, fingers tangled in your hair as she holds herself steady above you.

With your permission, the flight attendant finally allows herself to fully indulge in her desires. Her lips find yours in a passionate kiss as she grinds harder against you, taking what she wants with an animalistic hunger. Her free hand moves from your face to grab at your crotch, feeling for your growing erection beneath the fabric of your pants.

"Mmm~... Ahh~... A-ahhnn~..." She moans into your mouth, her tongue dancing with yours as she begins to experiment with new ways to pleasure herself on top of you. Her hips rock back and forth more urgently now, grinding against you in a rhythmic motion that sends shockwaves of desire through both their bodies.

"Nngh... F-fuck..." She whispers brokenly between moans, her entire body tensing as she feels the first waves of orgasm washing over her. Her nails dig into your shoulders and upper chest, leaving little marks in their wake as she loses control completely to this intense pleasure. "H-harder..." She pleads, her voice weak with need. "G-give it to me harder..."

The flight attendant gasps and arches her back as you urge her on, the sudden increase in intensity pushing her over the edge. "Ahh!.. Ahh!.. ahh~..." She moans breathlessly, riding out wave after wave of ecstasy as she comes down from her orgasm. Her body trembles with every shuddering breath and her fingers dig painfully into your shoulders in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control.

"Ahh... hmph~..." She pants, trying to catch her breath but unable to resist the urge to feel more pleasure from you. Her chest heaves with each ragged gasp as she looks down at you, her eyes glazed over in a haze of lust and satisfaction. "T-that was... unforgivable..." she whispers hoarsely before leaning in to kiss you once more.

The flight attendant blushes deeper as she realizes what you're suggesting and her heart starts racing even faster. "Y-you can't mean that..." She stammers, unable to meet your gaze but still unable to resist the pull of desire that binds them together in this surreal and forbidden encounter.

"B-but I... I need to make sure everyone else is taken care of first." Her voice shakes as she tries to convince herself as much as you that there's still time for her to back out of this situation gracefully. Despite this, a tiny part of her yearns for your mouth on her most sensitive spot, begging for release in a way that nothing else ever has before.

The flight attendant's breath hitches as you make your proposal and she hesitates, torn between her duties and the desire burning within her. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson and she glances around briefly before turning back to meet your gaze. "I-if... I do this..." She swallows hard, trying not to think about the implications of what she's about to say "...then you have to promise that no one else will find out."

Her fingers tremble slightly as they reach up to gently grasp a fistful of your hair. "I-is that understood?"

The flight attendant moans loudly as she roughly shoves your face into her crotch, feeling the heat of your breath against her engorged folds and the tickling sensation of your tongue exploring her sensitive flesh. Her grip on your hair tightens, keeping you in place as she starts to lose control to this unprecedented pleasure. "Ahh~... ahhhh~..." she pants, rocking her hips forward and backward in time with the thrusts of your tongue. Her breasts heave with each ragged gasp for air, her nipples erect and painfully hard beneath her uniform. Her eyes roll back in her head as she arches her back, pushing deeper into your mouth with every passing second. "Ohh~... Mmmphhh~... Fuck..." she moans helplessly, losing herself to the ecstasy coursing through her body at this unexpected yet deliciously forbidden act.

The flight attendant growls in pleasure as she feels your encouragement to go harder. Her hands grip roughly at your hair, forcing your face deeper into her crotch as she begins to grind against it with greater urgency. "Mmphhh~... Ahh~... Fuck~" She moans loudly, her body trembling from the intense sensations coursing through her as you pleasure her in this most intimate and forbidden of ways.

With each thrust of your tongue, she feels herself growing closer to orgasm; her muscles tense and release rhythmically around your face, and her hips begin to writhe uncontrollably against yours. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable intensity. "Ahh~... Ahhh~..." She whimpers, her voice breaking with every moan. "C-close... So close..."

The flight attendant gasps and her body tenses as the final wave of pleasure washes over her, tensing every muscle in her core as she comes undone with an orgasm so powerful that it steals what little remains of her breath. Her cunt clenches tightly around your face, milking your tongue for every last drop of pleasure it can give. "Ahhh~... Ahhhnn~... F-fuck~..." She moans hoarsely, feeling herself grow limp and relax with exhaustion as the waves of orgasm slowly recede.

Her hands move from your hair to gently cup the back of your head, holding you in place as she enjoys the afterglow of her climax. "Mmm~... Th-thank you..." She whispers breathlessly, barely able to form the words through her labored breathing.

The flight attendant releases your hair, stands up slowly and smooths out her uniform as she straightens herself. Her cheeks are still flushed but have regained their natural color, and a knowing smirk plays at the corners of her lips. "Thank you for reminding me," she says with mock politeness before turning on her heel to attend to the rest of the passengers. As she moves down the aisle, she glances back at you occasionally, her gaze lingering on your face a moment longer than it should before she forces herself to look away again.

"Would you like anything else, Mr. Lapsha9?" She asks, sounding much more professional now as she reaches the front of the plane and stands by your seat once more.

The flight attendant bites her lower lip and nods understandingly. "I'll make sure to take care of everyone as soon as possible," she says with a hint of mischief in her voice before quickly moving back down the aisle to attend to another passenger. Though she tries to maintain professionalism, there's no denying the suggestive glances and sly smiles that find their way onto her face every time she thinks you might be looking at her. As the rest of the flight passes by in a blur of duty and desire, she makes sure to check on your wellbeing with every opportunity she gets, making it clear that this little interlude between the two of you was far from over even after she resumed her official duties.

The flight attendant's cheeks flush once more as you comply with her order, but she maintains her composure, fighting the urge to moan loudly as your tongue finds its way into her wet core. She keeps one hand on your head, guiding your movements while the other clenches and unclenches at her side in an attempt to steady herself. Her hips rock forward and back, pushing deeper into your mouth with each thrust, begging for release from the pleasure you're delivering so expertly.

Her breath quickens, and she can feel her orgasm building once more beneath your skilled ministrations. "A-ahh~... Mmm~..." She gasps, arching her back as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her hand in your hair tightens, holding you to her as she succumbs entirely to the pleasure you're giving, moaning uncontrollably into the quiet confines of the first class cabin.

"Ahh~... Fuck..." She breathes raggedly when it finally subsides, every muscle in her body sore from tension and release. With a final groan, she collapses against your shoulder, gasping for air as her entire body quivers from the aftershocks of orgasm. "M-my... God..." She whispers weakly before pulling away, suddenly self-conscious again despite the delicious haze of pleasure that still lingers in her system.

"I really shouldn't have done that," she says apologetically, moving to straighten out her uniform once more. "But I can't deny how good it felt..." Her cheeks flush again as a new wave of desire washes over her, and she struggles against the urge to press you back down into the seat and beg for more

The flight attendant shivers at your words, her fingers trailing gently along your jaw before cupping your cheek. Her gaze flickers downward to your lips for a moment before meeting your eyes again. "Very well," she whispers, biting her lower lip slightly as she feels desire swell within her once more. "I-if you insist..." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing, her voice almost breathless with anticipation. "...eat me out again."

The flight attendant exhales sharply as you begin to worship her with your tongue once more. Her fingers thread through your hair, gripping tightly as she arches her back, allowing better access for you to pleasure her deeply. Her moans fill the otherwise quiet cabin, echoing back to her in a sultry chorus of desire that only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

With every thrust of your tongue, she feels herself growing closer to orgasm; the tension building inside her is almost unbearable, and it takes everything she has not to just come right then and there on top of you. But as much as she wants release, she knows that this will be their secret, and denying herself the pleasure only makes it sweeter when it finally comes.

"Oh~... A-ahh~... Mmmmph..." She whimpers, her hips grinding harder against your face with each thrust of your tongue. Her free hand moves to massage at her breast through her uniform, teasing herself even further as the pleasure builds inside her. "Fuck... So close..."

Her cunt clenches around your face as the final waves of pleasure wash over her, and she comes apart with an orgasm that shakes her to the core. "Aaagh~... A-ahhhnn~... Fuck!" Her body tenses and trembles against yours, milking every last drop of pleasure from your ministrations before finally releasing you with a satisfied sigh.

She leans back, panting heavily as her muscles slowly begin to relax, her chest rising and falling quickly beneath her uniform. Her hand moves to gently caress your cheek, tracing gentle circles as she catches her breath. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, finally meeting your eyes.

For several long moments, the two of you remain locked in this intimate embrace, neither one willing or quite able to break free just yet. The silence stretches out between you, but it's not uncomfortable; rather, it feels right somehow - as if this connection they've shared is something more than just physical gratification.

Eventually, though, reality begins to intrude: the plane continues its steady descent, and soon enough, they'll be pulling up to the gate. With a final soft smile, the flight attendant gently pushes herself away from you, straightening her uniform once more. "Well," she says quietly, trying to regain some semblance of professionalism as she prepares for landing, "we'd best get back to our duties." She pauses, studying your face for a moment before continuing, "I... thank you."

The words feel inadequate even as they leave her lips, but it's the best she can manage under the circumstances. With one final nod, she turns and walks purposefully back up the aisle to take her seat

She blushes deeply at your words but nods nevertheless. "Alright..." is all she manages to say before taking a deep breath and composing herself once more. As the plane begins its descent, she steels herself for the inevitable return to reality upon landing, hoping that perhaps there might be another chance like this one before too long.

The flight attendant's breath hitches as she approaches you once more. Her gaze is intense, almost predatory; her body humming with barely contained desire. Without a word, she straddles your lap, guiding your hands to her breasts before leaning in and capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Her hips rock against yours, grinding her damp heat against you in time with the frantic rhythm of their kisses.

With each thrust, she grows closer to release; the need for this intense pleasure coursing through her like an electric current. She pulls away from your lips, gasping for air as her hand slips between your legs, expertly stroking you in time with her hips. "Ahh~... A-ahhh~..." she moans brokenly, arching her back and thrusting herself harder against you with every passing moment.

"Fuck... I need it," she whispers hoarsely, digging her fingers into your shoulders as her orgasm builds to a fever pitch. Her head thrashes from side to side, her body tensing in anticipation of the release that's so close now she can taste it on the back of her tongue. "Ahh~... Nnghh~..." She gasps, her muscles convulsing as pleasure washes over her, leaving her weak and satisfied in its wake. With a soft moan, she collapses against you, panting heavily as their joined bodies cool down from the fiery intensity of their passionate embrace.

Her breath is ragged as she pulls away to glance around, making sure no one else has noticed the commotion they've just caused. "One more," she whispers, her voice shaking with need. With a practiced motion, she straddles you once more and begins to rock against your length in an unsteady rhythm. Her eyes close tightly as pleasure spreads through her, and for a brief moment, it's like they're the only two people on the plane.

"Ahh... A-ahhh~..." She moans, her hips moving faster now as she feels herself growing closer to release again. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you on with every thrust of her hips, begging for completion that seems so impossibly close but still just out of reach.

With a throaty growl, she picks up speed, her body arching and straining against the constraints of her uniform as pleasure washes over her in waves, each more intense than the last. Finally, with a gasp that sounds almost like a sob, she comes undone beneath you, her entire body tense and quivering from the powerful release coursing through her veins. Her lips part in a sigh as exhaustion washes over her, and for a moment, she simply hangs there, spent but satisfied.

Eventually, she lowers herself down onto your lap with a soft moan, pressing her sweat-slick body against yours as they both catch their breath. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice little more than a thread of sound before it fades away entirely, leaving only the sound of labored breathing between you. Her fingers massage gently at your shoulders, soothing the sting from her nails as they wait for the plane to touch down on solid ground and let them both escape

Her breath catches at your touch, and she arches her back involuntarily, pressing her breast further into your mouth. Her hands grip tightly at the back of your head, guiding you as you suckle eagerly on her soft flesh. With a moan of pleasure, she relaxes against you once more, enjoying the lingering sensations that race through her body even after the passionate encounters they've shared aboard this plane.

"Mmm... It's going to be so good when we get off," she murmurs, a wicked grin playing at the corners of her lips. Her hips rock gently against yours, teasing the hard length trapped inside her still, driving both of them closer to release with every delicate movement. "And I think... maybe this time..." she pauses, trailing off with a suggestive smile before continuing "...I'll be able to keep my mouth shut about everything we've done."

Her cheeks flush at your words and her hips buck against yours in response, driving you both to the edge of sanity. "Yes..." she whispers hoarsely, gripping the seat as another wave of desire courses through her. She arches her back once more, offering herself up to you fully.

"Please..."

Her body trembles with anticipation as you slide lower, your hot breath fanning across her sensitive folds. She grips the armrests tightly, biting back moans of pleasure as you tease and torment her. With each stroke of your tongue against her clit, she feels herself growing closer to ecstasy, her muscles tensing and relaxing in anticipation of release.

"Ahh... Nnghh... A-ahhh~..." She gasps, arching her back off the seat as the pleasure builds inside her. Her hips rock upwards, seeking frantic contact with your face as she draws closer to orgasm. "Fuck... I'm close... So close..."

Her breath catches in her throat as you press two fingers deeper inside her, stretching and filling her as your tongue circles her clit. Her body arches off the seat, every muscle taut with anticipation as she nears the brink of release. "Ahhhh~... A-ahhhhnn~..." She moans, digging her nails into the armrests to keep from coming apart at the seams.

And then it hits her, wave after crashing wave of pure pleasure that ripples through every inch of her body. Her eyes roll back in her head as she cries out, arching further into your touch. She feels herself contract tightly around your fingers and lips, milking the last drops of release from you both before finally collapsing against you, spent but satisfied.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she regains enough control to speak again. "Wow... that was intense..." Her cheeks flush with shame and desire at what they've just done, but there's a part of her that can't help but wonder if maybe there could be more moments like this one, hidden away from the watchful eyes of everyone else on board.

Her eyes widen at the prospect. The thought of being in control like that... it's an intoxicating idea. Her heart races with anticipation as she nods eagerly. "I-if you insist..." She hesitates for a moment, savoring the delicious power exchange they're about to have before slowly lowering her body onto your face, taking her weight on her hands as she straddles your lap once more.

Her hips roll back and forth, grinding against your mouth as she moans with pleasure. "Ahh~... Fuck..." She bites her lip to stifle the sounds, but they keep spilling free nonetheless. Her fingers dig into your scalp, urging you deeper as her climax builds again within her, faster and stronger than before.

"Oh God..." She gasps, feeling herself on the brink once more. Her body tenses and relaxes in anticipation of release, arching higher off the ground with each thrust of her hips. "Cum for me~..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with need as she nears the edge.

With a guttural moan, she falls apart beneath you, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm as she climaxes hard and fast. "Aaahh~... Nnghh~..." Her hips buck wildly against your face, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash through her in relentless succession.

Finally, when the last shudder subsides, she collapses forward onto your chest, panting heavily as her heart rate begins to slow. Her fingers card through your hair, massaging gently at your scalp as she tries to catch her breath. For a long moment, the two of you remain like this, their bodies entwined in sweat-slick sheets, exhausted from their passionate encounter but already yearning for more.

The plane touches down, jostling them gently back into reality, and as they taxi to the gate, she pulls herself up off you, swaying unsteadily on her feet. "Well," she says, voice still raspy with desire, "here we are." Her fingers trail lightly over your cheek before she smoothes down her uniform once more, feeling a shiver run through her at the memory of all they've done.

"Thank you," she whispers, stepping back to steady herself against the seat. With one final glance in your direction, she turns and walks stiffly toward the exit, hoping desperately that no one noticed what they were up to during their little rendezvous high above the clouds.

She freezes for a moment when she feels your hand on her arm, but then quickly turns back to face you with a weak smile. "I-I'm fine," she insists, swallowing hard as the adrenaline fades away and leaves her quivering in its wake. "Really." Her fingers tighten briefly on your arm before releasing it.

But even as she says it, she knows she isn't fine. She feels weak and unsteady, and despite the danger of being seen together, she finds herself leaning into you just a little bit more. "I-I just need to make it out of here," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their activities. "T-then we can... talk."

"Thank you," she whispers, casting nervous glances around as they exit the plane and make their way through the airport. She nods politely at her colleagues but does her best not to engage in any unnecessary small talk, knowing how conspicuous it might look with your hand still supporting her arm.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of walking side by side through the bustling terminal, they reach her car. She slides into the driver's seat, then pauses before looking back at you. "I-is it... far to your hotel?"

Her cheeks flush crimson at the thought as she turns away, starting the car with a shaky hand. "No... I-it's not." She glances at you out of the corner of her eye before focusing on the road ahead. "Would it be... okay if we went there instead?" Her voice trembles slightly on the last word, almost too quiet to hear over the hum of the engine.

Her heart hammering in her chest, she guides the car out of the parking garage and onto the road leading to your hotel. The entire time, she's acutely aware of you sitting beside her, so close that their legs are almost touching beneath the steering wheel. It's a heady sensation, and it only serves to fuel the fire burning inside her.

As they pull up in front of the lobby, she takes a deep breath, then kills the engine and turns to face you. "Alright," she says softly, her voice wavering with desire, "here we are." She hesitates for a moment before reaching out and tracing her fingertips lightly along your jawline, up over your ear and into your hair. "Now what shall we do?" Her eyes meet yours expectantly, her lips parted ever so slightly.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you struggle against her hold on your hair, arching your back and presenting yourself to her in a most alluring fashion. Her grip tightens slightly, relishing the power she has over you in this moment.

"Let me show you what I want," she whispers roughly, reaching down between your legs with one hand and wrapping the other around your throat. With surprising strength, she yanks you forward, forcing your head toward her lap before guiding your hips closer still. "Suck on me," she growls, her voice thick with desire. "Taste yourself on my lips."

Her back arches off the seat as you take her in, your warm mouth closing around her swollen flesh and sucking greedily. She throws her head back, letting out a guttural moan that echoes through the car. Her fingers dig into your scalp, urging you to go deeper, faster, harder.

"Fuck... yes..." she pants, hips bucking wildly against your face as she loses control to the sensations coursing through her body. "You feel so good..."