Welcome to another episode of Bedtime Stories with Salty Vixen. Tonight’s episode is titled “In-Flight Service” You push me into the shower still partially clothed and I felt your grip tighten as you moaned in my ear, just as you glided past my hungry lips. So wet and tight, oh what a fantasy I have tonight. Will you come over and do this to me?
Are you ready for a naughty adventure on a flight? Oh I know you baby, let’s begin…
I was dead tired and the long-haul flight stretched ahead of me endlessly. Business class was very quiet and from my window seat I couldn't see anyone else. I drank too much wine with the meal and when the lights were dimmed I tried to sleep. But I couldn't get comfortable and I began to touch myself, more out of boredom than anything.
I had dressed for comfort: a loose shirt, no bra, and a long wrapover skirt. No nylons or garters or anything to constrict me. I undid a couple of shirt buttons and rubbed my nipples gently, then slid my other hand under my skirt and into my panties. Quickly I was wet and I closed my eyes, drifting into a formless erotic fantasy.
Without any warning there was a man sitting next to me, looking at me with an amused smile. He was dark and handsome, just the sort I had been fantasising about.
'Let me help,' he said, and started to unbutton my shirt. I thought about resisting but decided to lie back and enjoy it. In my tired, semi-drunken state I wasn't even sure whether I was dreaming or not. He opened my shirt and gently lowered his mouth onto my breasts, teasing the nipples with his lips and tongue. With his other hand he undid the waist button of my skirt and let it fall away, then eased his hand into my panties. His fingers softly sought and found my little nub, touching it briefly and withdrawing, then returning again.
I felt my juices flowing strongly. I arched my back to push my aching nipples up at his mouth, at the same time trying to thrust my hips against his hand. He was bringing me up to climax quickly, despite being so gentle. I wanted to return his caresses, and knew I had to do something for him soon before I lost control of my body completely.
I fumbled with his belt and fly, freeing his cock from its confining pants. It grew rockhard immediately in my hand, and I stroked it eagerly, enjoying its warmth and softness.
He increased his friction on my clit, and a scalding wave of release gathered in my loins and broke over me. I felt it surge outwards from my clit and nipples, drowning my body in heat. He didn't stop; his lips kissed and sucked on my bursting nipples, and his fingers wandered around my clit. The climaxes washed through me like hot surf - really it was more like one continuous climax.
At one point I was vaguely conscious of his cock becoming even stiffer, and a warm rain splashed onto my breasts and stomach. I was dreaming that I was never going to stop coming . . ..
I must have gone to sleep. I awoke suddenly and saw one of the flight attendants standing in the aisle. She was smiling tenderly at me.
'Shall I help you clean up?' she said quietly.
I looked down at myself. I was naked from head to pubes, my panties pushed down on my thighs. My breasts and stomach were covered with splashes of cum, some it had run down onto the seat. Strangely I felt no embarrassment.
The flight attendant was holding a small towel. She sat beside me and gently began to wipe the cum from my stomach. I let her, unable to help myself.
'He really took a fancy to you, didn't he?' she said softly. 'I've never seen so much.'
I wondered if I ought to feel guilty. 'Uh, look., I'm sorry about this. . .'
She touched my thigh. 'Don't you worry. I know what these long flights are like.' She tried to clean the seat where it had got wet. 'I'll have to get another towel,' she said. 'Be back in a minute.' I pulled up my panties and buttoned my skirt, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I wanted to fasten my shirt but my breasts were still covered with cum.
My flight attendant came back and sat beside me again. She wiped my breasts carefully with a new towel, avoiding the nipples which were still hard and projecting.
'Is there someone waiting for you?' she asked. 'A lover? I think you need one.'
I shook my head, and she frowned. I watched her as she finished wiping my breasts, leaving just a splash of cum on each nipple. She got a clean section of towel and gently wiped the nipples, sending shivers of delight through me. She spent a long time on them, continuing to stroke them with the towel even after they were clean. I hardly dared breathe, the pleasure was so strong and so unexpected.
'Have you far to go when we land?' she asked.
'Three hours drive.' I said. 'I might find a motel. I'm shattered.'
'You could stay with me.' she said, 'I only live ten minutes from the airport.'
I looked into her eyes and saw the sparkle of fun there.
'I'd like that very much.' I said softly.
