Flight SM666

I stretch comfortably in my seat, with enough room for both of my legs. Clearly, business class has its perks. Don’t you just love frequent flyer miles?

A very attractive flight attendant has just finished telling us how, in case of an emergency, we are to spend our last minutes before certain death by crawling along some glowing line on the floor. And I always thought that in these situations one should stay away from the light. I ponder this weighty issue for a while, and when I turn my attention back to the plane we are already in the air, and the (still very attractive) flight attendant is moving through the aisle, serving lunch. She has a nice figure, almost skinny but her breasts are a very generous hand full. Probably a C-cup. Her hair is raven, and her skin has a naturally bronzed tone, like latte macchiato.

When it’s my turn to receive my altitude-cooked packaged atrocity, I ask for a glass of wine to wash it down with. When she hears my reasoning she laughs and offers me whisky instead, but I decline.

“No thanks, whisky is a bit too strong for my taste.”

“We still have several hours of flight time ahead of us”, she says with a smile.

“I like to be in control, and I’m sure that nice drink of yours would take me for a ride.” is my reply. I smile as well.

She lightly teases “Letting someone else into the driver’s seat and being taken for a ride can be fun, too”.

“I’m glad you think so. Pity that my driver’s license isn’t valid on board air planes.”

With a final smile at her I focus my attention on my food, which I’m sure will not improve when it gets cold. Anna, as her name-tag reads, turns towards the passenger across the aisle. I’m not sure if she was flirting or if she was just being polite.

Half an hour later I make my way to the rest room. It’s occupied of course, so I stand to the side and wait. Behind the restroom is a small open area where the flight crew prepare the food and stock the drinks cart. Anna is there, sorting some bottles.

When she notices me standing there she tells me that “There is another restroom at the other end, if you are in a hurry.”

“No, it’s not that urgent. Besides, I like the company - and the décor - better here”, I reply while looking her straight in the eye.

“Thank you, Mr. ‘I’m in control’”. She says it with a half-smile to let me know that she is just teasing again.

“You remembered that, huh? Well, it’s true, but I usually just go by Charles, Miss ‘Take me for a ride’”. I’m smiling now, too. Again.

“Ouch. Fair enough, I guess. I do prefer Anna, though. So ... do you just want to be in control of yourself, or does that include your ... environment?”

“Both, really. People, especially. Some people need a firm hand to guide them. In some matters, at least. Why, are you in need of some control?”

“I always need some control, as long as I’m not the one doing the controlling. But I need some very firm ‘guidance’. Very firm”. She looks at me earnestly.

“Well, I would love to provide both, but I’m not sure the other passengers would approve.”

She hesitates briefly. Then: “On large planes like this that are used for long flights, there is a special cabin for the crew to rest. We could go there for a bit... ?”

“That sounds really good. Let me just use the restroom before...”

“Oh, yeah, right. I’ll go and make sure we won’t be disturbed, then I’ll come back here and fetch you.”

And, to my bemusement, that’s actually what happened.

Behind a nondescript door there is an upward ladder, which leads us to a cosy little cabin. There are two beds with a narrow corridor between them, nothing else, and it is almost high enough to stand upright.

“This is nice. And we won’t be disturbed?”

“No, Sir, at least not for the next hour or so.”

‘Sir’, she called me. I like her better with every minute.

“Good. Take off your clothes then. I don’t have any music, but make a bit of a show out of it.”

And she does. Oh my god she does! At first, she is just standing there in her uniform, running her hands up and down her body. After a little while, her movements become more targeted. Her hands slip beneath her jacket and cup her ample chest beneath her blouse. She quickly takes off the jacket so that her grabbing hands are no longer hidden. Then she takes off the blouse and gives her breasts - now only protected by a white bra - a quick squeeze, before sliding the jacket back on. With a wink at me, she now takes off her bra, leaving her tits mostly hidden by the jacket.

Next are her shoes, which she simply slips off her feet. Her skirt takes a little longer, because she gently tugs it down her legs bit by bit. When that is gone, she resumes her roving hands, moving under her jacket, down her legs, playing briefly with the crotch of her panties, then moving up again to her shoulders to peel off the jacket again.

Anna coyly cups her breasts again as the jacket slides down her back, but after a minute she moves them away to give me my first unhindered view of her soft mounds. They are indeed a size C, and quite firm. If not for her prominent nipples, she might not even need a supporting bra. There are three small scars, like from a cane, two on her left and one on her right tit, all below the nipples. Maybe evidence of some previous play session with a careless master?

Meanwhile, Anna has almost arrived at her final item of clothing. As I track my eyes down from her chest, she is pulling her panties down her legs. Her pussy is shaved and currently slightly reddened, and I think I can detect some moisture there as well. Apparently she is quite turned on by her own shameless display, even if the evidence is not quite as ... prominent as my own. I notice that she keeps her nylons on, and make a mental note to punish her for that later. But for now she thinks she is done and looks at me expectantly.

“You look lovely. Now I want you to stand between the beds, face the one on the left, spread your legs and go up on tip toes.”

She complies, her head awkwardly bent forward because of the low cabin roof.

“Grab your nipples, roll them between your fingers, squeeze them, and twist them around. Don’t stop until I tell you.”

While she is busy with her hardened peaks, I step closer to her. Now it’s my turn to run my hands all over her body. I take advantage of this opportunity for a couple of minutes. Suddenly, with my right hand resting on her shapely ass I take aim and deliver a sharp stroke with my flat hand to her right ass cheek.