A Mile High Dream – Part 1

Following along from my last story, where I told you all about how I like to wank myself to sleep, I had a dream the other night that I just had to share with you. It was so horny that I’ve had a bit of fun while I remember it, even a couple of days later. So here goes………

I’m a member of the airline cabin crew for one of the top airlines. I’m working an overnight flight and I’m not in the best of moods as I’ve had to work a double shift. Because of staff being off, instead of having the usual 12-hour rest break between fights they put me on a return flight, late at night having only had a few hours kip.

Anyway, I’m tired and grumpy, and the only silver lining is the crew manager took pity on me and assigned me to the First Class cabin, which only has a handful of passengers as it’s a red-eye and the well-to-do normally fly during civilised hours. Great, thinks I, until I meet the couple in row 3. He’s a middle-aged hunk, really nice and polite, but she is the absolute classic trophy wife. A stunning blond who has to be 15 years, at least, younger than he is. And boy does she like to play the “I’m rich so pander to me” game. As soon as I welcomed them into the cabin and showed them to their seats, she
started. She complained about the staff at the checkout desk, she complained about the guy who escorted them from the First Class lounge (not enough sucking up, it would appear) and then moaned about how hot the cabin was. And she hadn’t even sat down yet. When I catch his eye (no names, in my dream it just didn’t come up), you can see he’s apologetic. He’s at least aware of how she comes over. All I can think is she must be a great shag as well being gorgeous to look at – why else would a guy like this put up with her?

So, fast forward two hours. Lady muck has run me ragged with constant requests (demands) and complaints, I’ve changed her pillows and cushions twice, and served will over a dozen drinks, most of which were sent away for not being to her liking, and I’m this close to putting her over my knee and spanking her like the adolescent brat she clearly is (her arse did look tempting to be fair). But champagne and posh food have been served (drink too warm, food too cold), and everyone has finally reclined the large comfy chairs to get as much sleep as they can. We’re well over the Atlantic, the cabin lights have been dimmed, and I’m just strolling up and down the aisle, passing time while my passengers snooze away what’s left of the flight.

As I’m doing this I pause behind the seats of the hunk and his dragon lady. He’s wearing a shirt and Chino’s, with the blanket covering him from his knees to his chest. His shoes have been kicked off and are under his seat. His head is turned away from me and his clean jawline and early day stubble look soooo sexy, I look at him for maybe a bit longer than I should.

I then look across at her, and asleep she seems like a different person. Without the petulant pout that seems to be her resting face when she’s awake, I can see why he fell for her. She has the kind of classic beauty that stops traffic. A true English rose. Cherry red full lips, high cheek bones, and natural soft lashes that most women would die for. Her blanket is only across her legs and waist, and I can see she has a naturally slim body, and pert breasts. With a package this good why would you spoil it with implants. Such a shame she’s a cow.

And then I had the wickedest thought.

It’s late at night, everyone is asleep, and I know from the amount of Champagne that’s disappeared they’re going to stay that way. The Cabin crew in economy will be down the back and only venture out if summoned, and the flight crew had turned on the autopilot and would be dozing. If I did a quick check to make sure they were happy and had a coffee, I would have at least half an hour to do what I wanted.

And what I wanted was to pay back the cow for being such a, well, cow. And I had an idea how to do it best – have something she considered to be totally hers.

Having delivered the coffee to the half asleep pilots, I did a final once up and down the aisle to double check everyone was asleep, and then knelt down next to my dozing prince. Watching his face to see if I got any reaction, I started to slide my hand under his blanket and gently started to undo his belt. He stirred a little and I stopped, just for a moment, then carried on.

This time his eyes opened, but he was still mostly asleep and didn’t seem to register fully what was going on. I opened the belt, quickly popped the button and started on his zip. A quick glance at his wife (snoring gently, facing the other way), I reached in with the other hand, straight into his boxers and grabbed his cock.

Now he woke up.

He jolted a little, but I reached up and put my finger on his lips, shushing him. He threw a picnicked look to where the blanket had now fallen away and I had a hand in his pants, and then to his wife. The relief that flooded his expression was almost funny as he registered she had no clue what was going on.

This would be a real test of what he felt for her, as a devoted partner would have gently pushed me away, thanking me for the compliment, but firmly announcing that he just couldn’t.

Not what happened.

Just like any normal red-blooded man I know, once you have hold of their cock, rational thought has long ceased.

And to be fair, I am an attractive leggy brunette with a great rack, and I was dressed in my stewardess uniform – a killer combination in anyone’s book. I also had hold of what was now a fast-hardening cock. This game was already won.

I pulled him free before he got too stiff to manoeuvre easily and quickly stroked him to full hardness. It was a gorgeous cock. Not too long (where do you boys think the big ones go to once they’re inside?), but nice and thick. It filled my hand and gave off a lovely heat as I slowly stroked him up and down. The head was nicely shaped and caught my hand on every upstroke, and the skin felt soft and smooth.

He settled back into his seat and let me go to work, glancing occasionally at his wife, a mere three feet away, to make sure she was still soundly asleep. I gripped more tightly and began to stroke faster. The chance of us getting caught (and me being fired) grew every minute, so there was no time for a smooth seduction. This needed to be fast and dirty.

He was soon moaning gently to my expert wanking skills, and as soon as I saw the first teardrop of pre-cum, I leant over and sild my lips over the end of his cock and drew him straight to the back of my throat. This time he did gasp, loudly (can’t help it if I’m good at this) and I was worried she might hear him. I looked across at her, but nothing, just the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

And this was it, what I wanted, I kept my eyes on her as I went to work again.

Here I am thinks I, looking at your flawless skin and gently curving breasts, sucking your husband’s cock right in front of you. I slide my lips up and down his full length, gagging slightly as he pressed into my throat, then sucking hard as his glans tried to escape my mouth at the top of each stroke. I teased with my tongue, caressed with my lips and grazed with my teeth. All the tricks in the book, and all while watching her sleep.

And she was gorgeous. As I turned myself on more and more, I was starting to appreciate her physical beauty in a whole new way. My imagination wandered to diving between her legs and doing the same thing to what I assumed was an equally perfect pussy, and this thought, while I sucked hard on her lovely husband’s cock, was getting me beyond wet.

She stirred and we both froze, my lips wrapped around his end as I licked more of his pre-cum that was now flowing so freely. She turned to face us on her pillow, but her eyes didn’t open. She snuffled a little and then her breathing settled back into the easy rhythm of a deep sleep.

His cock jerked in my mouth and I thought he was about to blow his load, the danger, excitement and sheer horniness clearly driving him to the edge. I grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed really hard, letting go with my mouth, and hissed,

“No you don’t, not until I’ve had my fun!”

Feeling his urge to cum quickly subside under my less than gentle grip, I stood up, lifted my skirt around my waist, and in one easy movement lifted my leg across his lap, pulling my panties to one side as I went, and impaled myself onto his raging hard on.

I sighed as I settled down astride him, thanking my preference for stockings rather than tights, my very wet pussy easily taking his full length all the way in. I paused as our eyes met, and you could see the utter satisfaction in his eyes as I was obviously fulfilling a long-held fantasy, fucking a stewardess and joining the mile high club.

I knew if I started to ride him, he would cum within seconds, and I had a need to be taken care of first. I grabbed his wrist and guided his hand between my legs. He understood straight away and slid his middle finger between the top of my pussy lips and deftly found my clit. I adjusted myself a little to give him the best access, and leant forward, looking him in the eye as he expertly went to work on me.

And damn he was good, sliding his finger around his cock as it was buried inside me, gathering as much wetness as he could, before gently teasing and rubbing my rock-hard clitoris. I was so turned on by the whole thing I nearly forgot his wife resting right next to us. I was desperate to start bucking up and down on his length but had to contain myself as I knew it would be the end of him. So, I leaned forward while he frigged me off and rest my head on his shoulder, turning sideways without thinking, and there she was. I was a few inches away from those cherry lips, close enough to kiss her, as her husband’s cock twitched inside me and his fingers expertly teased and wanked my clit – and that was it.

I came.

Hard

Really hard.

I started bucking on his length as my orgasm crashed through me and just as I thought, that did it for him as well. He grabbed my hips, held me tight and tensed as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot deep into me, load after load of lovely warm spunk jetting into me. All the while I watched her, her gentle breathing, those perfect lips, as our cum mixed inside me and I gloated in the aftermath of my victory and the best quicky I’d had in a very long time.

And then I felt him relax, spent, cock starting to soften inside me. I fought the urge to lean forward and kiss her and eased myself off his lap and softening cock, cum already starting to drip down the inside of my thighs.

But who knows, maybe in another dream they invite me to their villa and the adventure could continue – what do you reckon boys?

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