Jon Joins the Mile High Club (L)

The brilliant late-afternoon rays of the Los Angeles sun blinked out of view as I pulled my silver Mercedes into the LAX parking garage. I had a business meeting in Milan, and I always travel light on international flights; why waste precious minutes at the baggage carousel? So I grabbed my carry-on and strode resolutely toward the gauntlet between me and the Boeing 777 that would carry me across the miles.

“Welcome to flight AA6983 to Milan. May I see your ticket, please?” The flight attendant greeted me at the gangway. “Welcome, Mr. Cappa. Hmm, first class, I see. I’ll show you to your seat.”

Thank you, but there’s no need. I’ve been on enough flights to find my way around an airplane.”

Oh, it’s no trouble at all.” The woman said with a smile. “Judging by the points you’ve accumulated, you’re a very valued flyer. My name’s Jody.” There was a distinct twinkle in her eye as she added, “I’ll be sure to look after you on this flight.”

Is she coming on to me? I wondered. No, no way. That doesn’t happen to me. 

As I followed her to my seat, I couldn’t help but noticed her enticing form: She had full breasts and a curvy bum that could only be described as perfection. Her striped scarf encircled a graceful neck that disappeared into the vee of a white button-down blouse, while a short, tight blue skirt showed off shapely legs encased in black pantyhose and perched atop four-inch heels.

“Here it is, Mr. Cappa. Would you like a glass of wine before we take off?”

“Maybe later, Jody, thank you. I would like a blanket for later, though. And call me Jon.”

She nodded and stepped away for a moment to grab the small rectangle of light fleece.  “Here you are, Jon. Now, if there’s anything—and I do mean anything at all—that you need, just push this button, and I’ll come right to you.”

Okay, she might be flirting with me!

I’m sure another flight attendant went through the normal preflight jargon no one listens to, “The exits are located here, here, and here; a mask will drop; blah blah blah,” but I was completely distracted by Jody, who had dropped into a jumpseat in the attendant’s section directly across from me. She had taken off her shoes and bent her leg to prop it on her knee and massage one of her tired feet.

I had my seat fully reclined. It was an aisle seat, not my preference usually, but this view was better than any window seat I’d sat in. I don’t know if she realized it, but as she rubbed her foot, she provided me an extended glimpse up her skirt. The sheer black nylons weren’t pantyhose as I had assumed but stockings that exposed the inside of her thighs to my increasingly heated gaze.

As Jody shifted position and raised the other foot, she looked up and noticed me. I quickly looked away, hoping she wouldn’t realize how long I’d been staring, but a minute later, I couldn’t resist the overwhelming desire to sneak another look in her direction. She was smiling at me and put her finger up, waving it from left to right as if to say, “Naughty boy.”

I mouthed the word “sorry,” then raised the back of my seat and lowered my gaze to my phone.

About an hour into the flight, drinks were served. Though I still felt embarrassed, I hoped Jody would serve me. And sure enough, she did. I had mixed emotions; I wanted her to acknowledge what she noticed, and at the same time, I wanted to crawl under a rock.

Hello, Jon. I hope you’re enjoying the flight. Would you like a drink?”

I motion for her to come closer. “Um, yes, please,” I whisper, “but do you have something with a kick, Jody? Vodka, maybe? I’d love a screwdriver.”

“I’ll see what I can find,” she said doubtfully. “Since Covid, we haven’t been serving any liquor, only beer and wine. But I’ll have a look.”

“If you do have vodka, make it a double, please.”

Jody walked off, parading that perfect mouth-watering bum up the aisle. She returned just minutes later with an orange juice container and a cup filled with ice.

“Well, it looks like it’s your lucky day.” She grins and hands me the cup, then reaches into her waistband and sneaks out two mini-bottles of vodka. You’re fortunate to have no one sitting beside you, or I wouldn’t have been able to give you these.”

“I guess I am, Jody.”

“Oh, Jon, you have no idea how lucky you are.” There’s no mistaking the twinkle in her eyes this time. “Now, shall we discuss that incident before?”

I played dumb. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you and I both know what I’m talking about, Jon.”

“Please, enlighten me.” I gave her what I hoped was a disarming smile.

“I saw you looking at me.”

“I was, Jody, and I do apologize.”

“What exactly were you looking at?”

“I can’t say.” I felt the heat rising up my neck and in my groin.

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both, but it won’t happen again,” I assured her.

“Won’t it?” Jody lifted her eyebrows with a little pout. “Oh, well, that’s a pity. Enjoy your drink, Jon.” She made her way back to her seat.

I closed my eyes, relaxed, and enjoyed the drink. Damn, she’s hot, I mused. How lucky am I?“

Four hours into the flight, it seemed all the passengers were asleep—but not me, and not Jody.  She quietly approached me, handing me another drink.

“Jon, did you like what you saw before?”

“I really didn’t see that much, Jody. It was nice just to imagine what lay beyond.”

“Well, it’s going to be a long flight, and you never know what might happen within those hours. I’m sorry that you didn’t see what you’d have liked, though.”

“Oh, I saw enough to make me more curious.”

“Curious about what, Jon?” She made a contemplative pause.  “Oh, yes, ‘what lay beyond,’ you said?”

We both chuckled, then Jody did her rounds, making sure everyone was comfortable or asleep. As she walked past me again, she leaned in and said, “I’m going back to my seat now. If there’s anything more you want, just push the call button to get my attention. Trust me, I’m keeping my eyes on you.”

I detected her innuendo. Truthfully, I wanted her there and then, but I wasn’t going to say that. Instead, I watched her walk to her seat, swinging her hips all the way as if putting on a show for me. My eyes remained glued to her as she sat and licked her lips seductively. Then, to my surprise, she slowly moved her legs apart, making sure it looked completely innocent. Now I could see the tops of her stockings and—oh, my! It really looked as though she wasn’t wearing panties.

I mouth the words, “Show me more!”

Jody looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then part her thighs further.

Thank goodness I’d asked for a blanket earlier! I laid it across my lap as my zipper strained to contain my growing excitement, then began to touch myself over my pants as inconspicuously as possible.

But Jody noticed and nodded approvingly. I could clearly see her desire glistening against the smooth bare skin of her crotch as her eyes fixed on the movent of my hand.

After a few minutes, she got up suddenly and walked over to me. Leaning in close, she whispered, “Feel like having some fun?” My disbelief must have been written all over my face because she reached over and touched my hand. “This is going to happen, Jon. Meet me in the lavatory at the front of the plane in five minutes. I’ll be waiting.”

I couldn’t believe that I was about to join the Mile High Club.

I can tell you, that was the longest five minutes of my life. Finally, I got up and make my way to the front and opened the bathroom door to see you bent over with one hand on the wall and the other in between your legs. Thankfully, the space was much bigger than the lavatories in coach. And trust me, we needed the room.

“I want you to lick me now, Jon. I’m so close.”

I stepped in, locked the door, and fell to my knees. Then I placed a hand on each bum cheek, spreading them as far as they would go.

“Lick it, Jon. I need your tongue in my bum.” When I hesitated, Jody whimpered, “Don’t make me beg. Do it; do it now!”

Without another thought, I licked around the wrinkled skin.

“Jon, no teasing. I want it deep inside, now.”

I pointed my tongue and pushed it in until my face pressed up against her cheeks. I was in so deep, and she pushed back so hard, that I could hardly breathe. Slowly, I tongue-fucked her until she began to cum violently, her tight sphincter contracting around my tongue.

She pushed two fingers deep inside her dripping pussy. “Oh, my god, don’t stop. Please, don’t… d-d-d-doooon’t st0—ahhh, ahhh, aaaaah!”

When the contractions ended and I felt her body begin to relax, I stood and unfastened my pants. Releasing my hardness, I began to masturbate.

“I want to watch you, but don’t cum, Jon!”

It was a struggle, but I honored her wish, only lightly and slowly stroking my shaft with her eyes locked on my every movement. Before long, she asked for more.

“I want to taste you.”

She grasped my member, and her tongue snuck out to flick the bead of wetness from the tip. Then her warm, wet lips wrapped around the head and travel up and down my hard shaft. Oh, the ecstasy!  But she wanted more.

“Fuck me, Jon! I want to feel your hard cock inside me before you cum in my mouth.”

Aren’t these the words every man wants to hear? But first, Jody took me deep into her mouth again, moaning so that I felt her throat vibrate around me. On my outward stroke, she mumbled, “You taste amazing.” The whole time, her eyes looked into mine, gazing deep into my soul. She gagged as the head hit the back of her throat, and saliva soaked my shaved balls until they dripped. Then Jody stood up, bent over, and parted her amazing bum, letting me see the droplets of desire all over her vulva.

“I want it inside now. Fuck me, Jon. Make me cum hard!”

I spread her cheeks. “I want you to feel every inch of me,” I growled as I thrust myself deep into her.

“Faster, Jon! Fuck me hard. Harder! Fuck my tight pussy.”

I pounded her like a crazy man. Leaning forward, I undo the buttons on her blouse and cup her bra-covered breasts. Then I lift the band and free them from the lacy material so my thumb and forefinger could lightly pull on her erect nipples. This threw her over the edge, and she started convulsing again as waves of pleasure completely took over her body.

As Jody’s orgasm started to subside, she must have sensed that I was about to explode my seed into her. She looked over her shoulder at me with piercing dark chocolate eyes and said again, “I want to taste you. I want to swallow every last drop. Cum in my mouth, Jon.”

As she spoke, she pulled away and fell to her knees. Then she took me deep, again gagging as the sensitive bulbous head hit the back of her throat.

The pleasure built to the point that I couldn’t hold back any longer. I erupted like a volcano, spewing my hot white lava endlessly down her eager throat and filling her mouth until it spilled onto her stiff nipples and trickled down, filling her navel before continuing down over her clitoris and dripping to the floor.

After several swallows, Jody smiles up at me. “Mmmmm, I needed that.”

“Oh, so did I, Jody,” I pant, stroking her hair. “So did I.”

After I catch my breath and help her to her feet, I ask Jody.  “When can we do this again?” 

“Tomorrow when you get home from work, I’ll be waiting for you in my sexiest nurse’s outfit. So be ready for triage!” My Jody grinned at me in glee that her roleplay had gone off so well. “I really love being married to you, Jon.”

“Oh, my sweet princess, you have such an awesome imagination.”

“So do you, my darling,” she assured me, “so do you.”