The Flight to London
Late in the evening, Julia and Andre found themselves at the airport, ready to board the final flight of the day to London. They'd been invited to attend a one-day management training course there, but decided to join other trainees for drinks the night before.
After browsing the airport's shops and enjoying tax-free shopping, they waited patiently for their flight to be called. Having business class tickets meant they could board last.
Much to their surprise, the business section of the plane was completely empty except for themselves. They were seated next to each other in the second row of the cockpit, with plenty of space to stretch their legs comfortably under the empty seats in front of them.
However, it quickly became apparent that there was only one flight attendant onboard who would be serving both business and economy class. She apologetically explained that her colleague had suddenly fallen ill, and the airline was unable to call for a replacement.
As the plane took off, Julia snuggled against Andre. They had started a passionate love affair recently and were excited about the trip, planning to make the most of it.
They both knew they brought out the best in each other sexually; Andre took delight in Julia's sensitive nipples and clitoris. When he saw the horny look in her eyes, he knew she wanted more than just stimulating her nipples. She wanted to taste his cock. However, they had a few hours until they reached the hotel.
Feeling frisky, Julia slipped her hand into Andre's pants and gave his cock a light squeeze. She continued rubbing it slowly, making it harder and coated in pre-cum.
In response, Julia unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse casually. Andre secretly slid his hand inside her blouse and felt the softness of her skin. He teased her nipple which he knew she enjoyed, but it was shielded by her bra.
Meanwhile, Julia showed her true intentions by playing with his cock even more. It was now fully erect from her continued stimulation.
Seeing this, Julia scooted her skirt up, revealing her thigh-high pantyhose without panties underneath.
Catching sight of this, Julia declared, "Surprise!"
Moving her hand beneath her skirt, Julia started stroking herself in front of her colleague.
Unfortunately, their distraction was interrupted by the flight attendant, who asked if they were satisfied with their service.
There was a reply followed by a polite smile and the flight attendant disappeared. They resumed their naughty play, but the sudden return of the flight attendant shocked them both.
She'd apparently been amused by their flirty act, as she reappeared with a mischievous smile and glanced at Julia's bare legs and Andre's erection.
Julia glanced down at her colleague's fly again and undid it completely. She then grabbed his cock and stroked it briskly and firmly.
"I want you to squirt. I want to see your seed on this plane spray out of your cock," Julia said huskily.
Hearing this pierced a Hungarian aviation industry, Andre felt his cock grow harder and harder, straining at the fabric of his pants.
Just as he was about to orgasm, both were startled by a sudden cough.
"Uuuhh... perhaps I could bring you something if it's food you're craving?" the flight attendant offered, her gaze fixated on Andre's hard cock and Julia's partially exposed thigh.
Caught off guard, Julia quickly covered herself. The flight attendant left, then quickly returned.
"I hope you don't mind my stopping by again," she said, rosy-cheeked and giggling.
This time Julia stepped it up, gripping Andre's erect cock, showing no shame for their situation.
"I want to see you squirt," she repeated in a hoarse voice.
Knowing it was coming, Andre tensed as he felt his St. Louis Blues hitting its peak.
At that moment, they were busted by a sharp cough from the flight attendant, who turned to ask if they wanted to order food.
Although embarrassed, Julia glanced at Andre's zipper as it stood out, then gave his cock another quick stroke.
"And food?" the flight attendant inquired.
They both shook their heads.
The flight attendant left with a bemused smile. Julia gave Andre's cock a final stroke, and for the second time that night, they held back the floodgates of their lust.
The attendant noticed Julia and Andre were both stimulated. She didn't leave right away but sat on the edge of the seats nearby, watching them.
Andre felt self-conscious and glanced ahead, surprised at the situation. Julia held his erect cock but wasn't pulling on it. Instead, she appeared to be waiting for the attendant's next move.
The stewardess smirked and said, "I'm speaking to you, ma'am. I meant what I said: Enjoy your meal."
Julia nodded, grinning, and leaned over to suck the attendant's cock. She gave it a forceful blowjob, slurping it in, stroking her tongue along the tip. Andre was unsure what was happening but reveled in the sensation of her talented mouth. He didn't know if he should look at the flight attendant or her sucking mouth.
The stewardess sat on the seat next to Julia and opened her legs slightly, revealing her panties. She sucked on her index finger as though it were a man's cock. Julia obediently continued sucking Andre's hard dick and looking at the attendant.
The attendant had disrobed and was now displaying a neatly shaved pussy that glistened in the light. Julia couldn't help but glance at it every now and then, though she mostly kept her focus on the cock in her mouth.
Julia continued to suck and lick Andre's hard rod. He became louder with pleasure, very close to reaching orgasm. Grasping Julia's head, he inserted his throbbing cock in her wet mouth once more.
The attendant noticed Julia's head moving rapidly up and down and witnessed his seed ejecting out. She quickly placed two fingers in her pussy and moaned quietly while watching the man's milky emission. Julia swallowed it all, displaying her skilled blowjob.
Straightening her clothes, the stewardess said, "I appreciate your kind words, ma'am. Our catering is always of the highest quality." She then walked towards economy class.
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