Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Pussy In the Cock-pit 1

The hot Yucatan sun was creating a shimmering heat wave over the tarmac of the airport as I climbed the steps of the aircraft ahead of the passengers now waiting patiently in the departure lounge. From the large glass windows they could see the plane being made ready to take them home from their sun drenched holiday; the flight crew boarding, the baggage handlers loading the many cases into the hold along with the food trolleys destined for the galleys. The past 2 weeks had been hot and sunny, unlike my last vacation to Playa Del Carmen 6 months before. Then it had rained most days, albeit for short, sharp periods, before the Mexican sun had evaporated the water to leave way for a few hot, sunny hours in which I had managed to get at least some scuba diving done. This trip had been far more successful and I had dived every day, with the exception of today. I wasn't going to risk getting an episode of the bends by diving before a flight.

I had taken this trip alone due to an unexpected illness affecting my husband's ability to travel. He had insisted that I take my holiday without him as he knew how much I looked forward to my six monthly diving trips. I had objected, at first, but he was insistent enough to persuade me to fly without him and so, here I was, alone and headed back to the UK after two glorious weeks of sun, coco locos, sex and diving.

Did I say sex? Oh well if I'm going to spill the beans about my sexy flight home then disclosing the fact that I was not exactly faithful during my holiday is a small matter.

I mean, with all those handsome, tanned beach boys from around the globe paying attention to my every need then what else is a healthy, sexy girl going to do? Play them and fuck them of course.

Eventually the passengers were given the all clear to board and I joined the remainder of the flight attendants in helping the passengers find their seats and stow their hand luggage, my mind still reminiscence over my days of sun, partying and diving.

at an average speed of 500 miles per hour as we headed out over the Gulf of Mexico, over Florida and northwards, following the coastline of the US up as far as Boston before turning Eastwards across the Atlantic. I knew about the Westerly winds that would be behind our tail to speed us on our journey to London Heathrow and that any second the pilot would wish them all a comfortable and safe flight home. I eased the door of the aircraft shut as the steps were towed away across the tarmac and took my place at the front of the gangway in readiness to join the other flight attendants for our in flight safety demonstration. As the video played I went through the now monotonous routine of demonstrating how to fix the seat belts, the location of the life jackets under the seats, pointing out the emergency exits and the on floor lighting and so on. Once completed it was a trip down the aisle to check that

voice announced 'Crew release' and I rose from my seat to begin the duties ahead of me. The best thing about long haul night flights is that, at some stage, the lights would go out and the majority of passengers would snuggle down in their cramped seat and sleep away the monotonous hours of the flight. The actual sky would not remain dark for long due to our eastbound flight to meet the rising sun; but that decreased period of darkness would leave the flight attendants time to take some rest themselves. Most would just sit in their seat and rest and some would stand and chatter quietly in the galley. But not me. I had my plans mapped out in my mind long before I boarded the flight. In fact as soon as I had seen Captain Kent Berkley in the airport lounge I had began to plan my entertainment for the flight home. Airline pilots are always thought of as being handsome and sexy by the general public. Most were and some were not. Kent was in the former group. I had flown with him on many

said before, I'm a sexy girl who loves to have her fun. And Captain Kent Berkley was just the type of handsome, sexy guy I liked to have my fun with. This trip, however, was going to be a little different, I hoped, from any other I had taken in the past. I had started to formulate my plan to somehow get rid of the 2nd Officer for a while so that Kent and I could resume our relationship where we had left off back in a hotel room in Havana some 2 months earlier. The biggest problem ahead of me seemed to be the question of how to get the 2nd Officer out of the flight deck for 30 minutes. This was proving a stumbling block and I was still thinking of a solution during my in flight safety demonstration; but

planning by Judith, the Senior Flight Attendant, who suddenly appeared at my

for the door to the cockpit to establish the 2nd Officer's requirements in the way of a hot beverage. Captain Berkley's like for black, unsweetened coffee I already knew but I hadn't seen who the 2nd Officer of this flight was. I knocked the door

you on board tonight; I think you know Tony?" I smiled one of my sweet, sexy smiles at him before turning to greet Tony. I looked in the direction of the 2nd Officer and immediately my problem got worse. "Hello Tony" I said almost as sexily. "I didn't know you were on the long

returned to the hotel room in Fargo where we had spent 2 whole nights on lay over together just fucking each

favourite places as I loved everything there is to love about the Portuguese Algarve and had spent many happy days and nights there. The last two with Tony, the 2nd Officer now sat in front of

coming face to face with two of my bed companions at the same time, and took Tony's order of white coffee, no sugar, rather hurriedly before retreating to