Heather sighed. This flight was always so boring. The guy in the suit was sort of cute though, not that she ever hit on passengers. Didn't she?
The leggy blonde bit her thin lower lip nervously. Why not? There was a first time for everything. She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse two buttons (not that she had much to show off up top but at least they were perky) and shook out her curly blonde hair (well, frizzy but at least she was a natural blonde).
She tapped the dark-haired hunk on the shoulder, waking him out of a doze. His eyes were just electric. How had she never noticed how hot this guy was? He had to be a movie star or something. His coat was open and she thought she saw the bulge of a badge of some kind in his suit pocket. Wow, was he a spy? Some kind of federal agent? Now, THAT was sexy.
"Hi, Sir." she cooed in a honeyed tone. "Sorry to wake you. My name is Heather and I was hoping you could help me with something."
Pete yawned and smiled at the pretty blonde. As she touched his shoulder, his eyes flickered to a generous expanse of cleavage (C-cups, minimum, he'd wager) before looking her in the eyes.
"Uh, sure! What seems to be the problem, Heather?"
She blushed.
"Um, well, it is a little hard to explain. Are you, ah, some sort of cop?"
He nodded.
"Some kind, yeah. Is there a problem?"
God, that voice! So sexy, Heather thought. She shook out her lustrous, curly, honey blonde locks and leaned in even closer so she could whisper in his ear and brush her D-cups against his broad shoulder.
"Um, in a matter of speaking." Heather said, blushing more furiously. "Could you come with me to the front of the plane, please?"
He shrugged. She had probably pegged him as some sort of law enforcement and that magazine might be causing some sort of problems. Maybe there was an orgy in first class going on. He winced. Maybe they should have secured that magazine better than just letting it sit in the luggage compartment. He unbuckled his safety belt and stood up.
"Lead the way."
He couldn't help but notice the pleasant curve of the flight attendant's ass in her tight blue skirt as she walked up the aisle, her long, tan legs flashing from where the miniskirt ended. She sure gave a man ideas. He shook the thoughts away. No time to get dragged into sexy reverie, no matter how hot this blonde stewardess was. She pushed aside the first class curtain and Pete tensed, reaching in his suit pocket for his special weapon . . . only to see nothing besides an overweight man in a fancier suit than his snoring away. The first class compartment was almost empty.
"I don't-" he began.
"In here!" she whispered, pulling him by the hand into the first class bathroom.
"What is- whoa!"
She slid around him and locked the door behind them, bumping her pert, round ass into his waist as she did so, making him fall onto the closed toilet seat, her skirt now barely containing her round, sexy ass and covering her long, toned legs.
Heather turned around and bit her full, sensuous, pouty lower lip.
"I've never done this before." she whispered as she slid out of her blue jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. "But this flight is so boring and you're so . . . YUMMY. Do you think you can keep quiet enough not to wake anybody if I suck you off?"
"Uh, yeah?" Pete said with a confused but not entirely displeased tone of shock in his voice. "But wait, I-"
"Shh!" she giggled with a finger to her pouty lips then sunk to her knees and lowered her head. With a wink she unzipped his fly with her teeth and snaked a hand inside his boxers, using her other hand to rub against his chest and hold him still. In seconds, she'd fished out his cock and he stopped thinking about this suspicious nature of this blowjob and instead felt his eyes roll back in his head. Good God, this girl could suck!
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