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 | 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 hfrom 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 | had managed to get at least sscuba

diving done. This trip had been far more successful and | had dived every day, with the exception of today. |

wasn't going to risk getting an episode of the bends by diving before a flight.

| had taken this trip alone due to an unexpected illness affecting my husband's ability to travel. He had insisted

that | take my holiday without him as he knew how much I looked forward to my six monthly diving trips. | had

objected, at first, but he was insistent enough to persuadeto fly without him and so, here | was, alone and

headed back to the UK after two glorious weeks of sun, coco locos, sex and diving.

Did | say sex? Oh well if I'm going to spill the beans about my sexy flight hthen disclosing the fact that | was

not exactly faithful during my holiday is a small matter.

| 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 | 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.

The speakers abovecrackled as the voice of the pilot rattled through them, bringingout of my holiday

memories and remindingthat the holiday was over and | was now back on duty as a flight attendant for the

trip home. The pilot informed the passengers that the aircraft was shortly about to taxi out onto the runway in

readiness for take off. The hunky voice continued by informing them that they would be travelling at 30, 000ft 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. | 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. | 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 | 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 the passenger's seat belts were fastened and that their seats were in an upright position before

returning to my galley to check that all of the food trolleys were stowed fast ready for take off.

The Boeing 767 glided gently into the mid day Mexican sky over Cancun Airport before turning eastwards

towards the Caribbean Sea. From my seat | gazed down on the views | had seen many times before; mainly lush

green vegetation broken occasionally by the round cenotes, natural wells in the ground that led down to the cool

waters of the many underground rivers dotted about the peninsula, and in which | had dived many times. The

aircraft rose gently over the city of Cancun and out over The Gulf towards Florida before the Captain's voice

announced 'Crew release’ and | rose from my seat to begin the duties ahead of me. The best thing about long

haul night flights is that, at sstage, 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 tto take srest themselves. Most would just sit in their seat and rest and

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swould stand and chatter quietly in the galley. But not me. | had my plans mapped out in my mind long

before | boarded the flight. In fact as soon as | had seen Captain Kent Berkley in the airport lounge | had began

to plan my entertainment for the flight home. Airline pilots are always thought of as being handsand sexy

by the general public. Most were and swere not. Kent was in the former group. | had flown with him on

many flights and slept in his hotel bed on quite a few of them.

Don't getwrong, | loved my husband, but as | 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, | hoped, from any other | had taken in the past. | had started to formulate my

plan to somehow get rid of the 2nd Officer for a while so that Kent and | could resour relationship where we

had left off back in a hotel room in Havana s2 months earlier. The biggest problem ahead ofseemed 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 | was still thinking of a solution during my in flight safety demonstration; but fortunately | had carried

out the operation so many times that | didn't even have to think about it and was free to allow my mind to

contemplate the problem.

| was startled out of my planning by Judith, the Senior Flight Attendant, who suddenly appeared at my side and

requestedto take coffee into the Flight Crew.

| turned and headed 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 | already knew but | hadn't seen who the 2nd

Officer of this flight was. | knocked the door and entered the small cabin filled with lights and levers in front of

which sat the two Flight Officers. Kent turned towardsand smiled.

"Hello Linda. Nice to see you on board tonight; | think you know Tony?" | smiled one of my sweet, sexy smiles at

him before turning to greet Tony. | looked in the direction of the 2nd Officer and immediately my problem got

worse. "Hello Tony" | said almost as sexily. "I didn't know you were on the long haul flights now."

Tony smiled back atas both our minds returned to the hotel room in Fargo where we had spent 2 whole

nights on lay over together just fucking each other's brains out.

Fargo was one of my favourite places as | 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 me.

| know | physically blushed, coming face to face with two of my bed companions at the stime, and took

Tony's order of white coffee, no sugar, rather hurriedly before retreating to the small galley behind me.

My mind was racing as my plan to

get my pussy poked, in mid air, by the

handsKent was falling apart. |

began to think of a way out of my

dilemma as | poured the coffees; but

before the last drop of black liquid

had hit the bottom of the secondi¢up

ap ideada® toring in my sexy

mind. ‘Why is this a dilemma Linda

girl' | asked myself. "Two handsome

guys sat a few feet away from you in

a locked cabin. Both of them having

unloaded their hot cum inside your

body, through several different

openings, in several different hotels

around the world and you think this is

a dilemma?" | reached for the milk

from the cooler as my mind raced

ahead. 'Why this is no dilemma Linda

baby. This is an opportunity." My

smile spread across my face as |

returned to the cockpit armed with 2

cups of coffee and a moistening

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The next 3 hours seemed to drag by

as | walked the aisle with first my

drinks trolley, then my dinner trolley,

and lastly my duty free trolley, before

taking tout to slide my fake

cigarette between my lips in an

attempt to reduce the nicotine

craving | was, by then, undergoing. It

didn't help and the hot coffee | was

sipping only heightened the craving.

Things aboard the aircraft began to

slow down as the first movie finished

and passengers began to doze in

their cramped seats. My thoughts

again returned to the cock pit where

those two hunks were relaxing in

front of the controls that now barely

needed touching as the aircraft flew

itself up the coastline of the USA,

thi

Another hour, maypg leds. ith'this

t&il Wind, ¥foflowed by a change of

direction to point the nose towards

the Atlantic Ocean; and then the long

flight across that vast stretch of

water towards Ireland and England.

Once the plane was headed out

across the sea the sun would have

started it's descent into the western

sky and the darkness would soon be

upon us as we headed east towards

the night. That would be the tto

put my plan into action. That's when |

planned to get myself well and truly

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screwed. During the next hour |

chatted quietly to the other flight

attendants whilst answering the

occasional request from sof the

less sleepy passengers who insisted

on continuing their holiday aboard

the airline by drinking from the tiny

bottles of spirits that were available

for a small charge. My colleagues

aboard the flight were all new to me

with the exception of the lovely Adele,

who fortunately was working the

sarea as myself on this flight. |

had flown with her on quite a few

occasions in the past and we had

becquite close friends. When |

say close friends | mean close in

more ways that one. Adele was a

very pretty girl with long, sexy tanned

legs and wonderful blue eyes that

glistened brightly as she looked at

you. She had been a beauty therapist

prior to a career change into the

airline business. She was about 30

now and, out of uniform, still loved to

wear the very short skirts that |

myself prefer. As | chatted quietly to

her now, sitting on the small seats in

the galley, bringing each other up to

date with our lives since we had last

met, my mind drifted back to that

wonderful night we had spent

together in the sin city of Bangkok

after getting ourselves a little tipsy in

the hotel bar. The drinks had made

us both a little fruity; and with the

men in the flight crew out on the

town we had ended up making our

own entertainment in her hotel

bedroom. Her long sexy legs

stretched out on the bed beside me...

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