cross-posted from: https://lemmynsfw.com/post/19331639

The hum of the cabin was a constant, low-level drone that I had learned to tune out over years of flying. But this flight was different. The moment I spotted her—Mia, the flight attendant with eyes that seemed to hold secrets and mischief in equal measure—something shifted in me. She moved like liquid, her uniform perfectly tailored to her curves, and every glance she gave me felt weighted, as if she were silently communicating something far beyond the usual pleasantries of air travel.

My wife, Jessica, sat beside me, absorbed in a movie on her tablet. She had no idea, or maybe she did and chose not to acknowledge it. There was an unspoken tension between us lately, a distance that neither of us knew how to bridge. I caught her glancing at me once, her lips pressing into a thin line before she turned back to her screen. It was as if she were aware of what was happening, but instead of stopping it, she let it unfold.

Mia approached our row, her smile bright but not overly polite. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Her voice was smooth, almost hypnotic, and when she leaned down to offer the beverage cart, I caught a faint whiff of her perfume—something floral with a faint undertone of spice.

“Scotch,” I said quickly, my throat dry. “Neat.”

She nodded, pouring the amber liquid with practiced ease. As she handed me the glass, our fingers brushed, and for a moment, she lingered, her gaze holding mine. “Enjoy your flight,” she murmured, her tone low enough that only I could hear.

I took a sip of the scotch, feeling the warmth spread through me. Something about her presence was intoxicating, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that she was intentionally drawing me in. When she walked away, her hips swayed just enough to catch my attention again, and I found myself watching her retreat down the aisle.

Jessica didn’t say anything, but I noticed her hand tightening around her tablet. She had always been perceptive, but now she seemed oddly detached, almost as if she were giving me permission to explore whatever this was.

Hours passed, and the routine of the flight continued—drinks served, meals distributed, and the occasional announcement over the PA system. But then, during one of those quiet stretches where most passengers were either sleeping or lost in their own worlds, Mia appeared again. This time, she didn’t bother with small talk.

“Can I show you something?” she whispered, crouching beside my seat. Her breath was warm against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I glanced at Jessica, who was now asleep, her head resting against the window. My heart pounded in my chest, but curiosity won out. “What do you mean?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mia straightened up, her expression unreadable. “Come with me,” she said simply, gesturing toward the rear of the plane.

I hesitated, torn between the thrill of following her and the guilt of leaving Jessica behind. But before I could make a decision, Mia stepped closer, her hand brushing against my arm. “Don’t worry,” she said softly. “She’ll be fine.”

Her confidence was magnetic, and without another thought, I followed her down the dimly lit aisle. We moved past rows of sleeping passengers, the soft glow of overhead lights casting shadows across her face. She led me to the crew rest area, a small compartment near the back of the plane. Inside, it was cozy, with a narrow bunk and just enough space for two people.

Mia closed the door behind us, and the sudden silence was deafening. She turned to face me, her eyes smoldering with an intensity that left no room for doubt. “You intrigue me,” she admitted, her voice husky. “There’s something about you—something I can’t resist.”

Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. My body responded instantly, my hands finding their way to her waist as I pulled her closer. Her uniform felt crisp beneath my touch, but there was no mistaking the heat radiating from her body.

“I shouldn’t be doing this,” I muttered, even as I deepened the kiss.

Mia chuckled softly, her hands sliding up to cradle my face. “But you want to,” she said, her voice dripping with certainty. “And so do I.”

Her boldness unsettled me, but it also fueled the growing desire inside me. I could feel her fingers tugging at the buttons of my shirt, her touch deliberate and insistent. “Tell me you want this,” she whispered against my lips.

I opened my mouth to speak, but the words stuck in my throat. The reality of what we were doing hit me all at once—the risk, the betrayal, the thrill of it—but the damning truth was that I did want it. More than I had wanted anything in a long time.

Mia must have sensed my internal struggle because she pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. “It’s okay,” she reassured me, her voice gentle now. “We’re here, aren’t we?”

Her words broke whatever last shred of resistance I had left. I nodded, my breathing shallow as I leaned in to kiss her again. This time, there was no hesitation, no self-doubt. Just pure, undeniable desire.

She pressed herself against me, her body fitting perfectly to mine, and I groaned against her lips. “Tell me,” she demanded, her hands moving lower, tracing the outline of my belt.

“Yes,” I whispered, my voice raw with need. “I want this.”

Her lips curved into a satisfied smile, and she began unbuckling my belt, her movements quick and sure. I watched as her fingers worked their magic, her confidence both arousing and intoxicating. “Spread your legs,” she instructed, her tone commanding yet playful.

I obeyed, my cock already straining against my pants as she freed it, her touch electric. “Fuck,” I hissed, gripping the edge of the bunk as she lowered herself onto her knees in front of me.

Mia looked up at me, her expression a mix of hunger and amusement. “You taste so good,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to tease the tip of my erection.

I shuddered, my body tensing as she wrapped her lips around me, her tongue working in tandem with her skilled hand. Every stroke, every suck, was deliberate, driving me closer to the edge.

“God, Mia,” I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as I fought to maintain control. “You’re incredible.”

She pulled back, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “I know,” she teased, her voice dripping with confidence. “Now, let’s see how much you can take.”

Before I could respond, she engulfed me again, her pace quickening as she pushed me further toward the brink. The sensation was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

“I’m close,” I warned, my voice cracking as I struggled to keep my composure.

Mia hummed in response, clearly unfazed by my impending release. Instead of slowing down, she intensified her efforts, her tongue darting along the underside of my shaft as she guided me to the edge.

“Come for me,” she whispered, her breath hot against my skin. “Show me how much you want this.”

That was all it took. My hips bucked involuntarily as I came, spilling into her mouth as she expertly swallowed every drop. I collapsed against the bunk, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.

Mia stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Told you,” she said with a smug grin, her eyes sparkling with triumph.

Before I could recover, she leaned in and kissed me, her lips tasting faintly of salt and spice. “We’re not done yet,” she murmured against my mouth.

Mia’s hand gripped my wrist, her fingers firm but not unkind, as she pulled me toward the cabin. Her gaze locked onto mine, a silent command that left no room for hesitation. I glanced back at Jessica, still lost in her movie, oblivious to the storm brewing behind her. A strange mix of guilt and excitement twisted in my gut, but Mia’s presence was intoxicating, her confidence magnetic. There was no time to think, only to follow.

“This way,” she said, her voice low and melodic, guiding me down the narrow aisle. The soft hum of the plane’s engines blurred into the background as we moved, her hips swaying with each step, drawing me deeper into her spell. She stopped at the lavatory door, her fingers brushing against the handle as she turned to face me. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, a challenge simmering beneath the surface.

“In here,” she whispered, pushing the door open and pulling me inside after her. The cramped space instantly became an oasis of intimacy, the air thick with tension. She locked the door behind us, the click echoing like a gunshot in the confined space. I inhaled sharply, the scent of her perfume—floral and faintly spicy—filling my senses. My heart pounded in my chest, a rhythmic pulse that matched the thrumming of blood in my veins.

Mia pressed herself against me, her lips brushing against my ear as she spoke. “You liked what we just did, didn’t you?” she teased, her voice a sultry murmur that sent shivers down my spine. “But I think you can handle more. Can’t you?”

I swallowed hard, my mouth dry despite the humid air. “I… don’t know,” I admitted, my voice trembling slightly. “This is insane.”

She laughed softly, a sound that was both comforting and provocative. “Life’s too short for sanity, darling.” Her hand slid down my chest, tracing the line of my belt before slipping beneath the waistband of my pants. “And besides,” she added, her fingers curling around me, “you’re already here. Might as well make the most of it.”

Her touch was electric, sending waves of heat coursing through my body. I groaned, leaning into her as her hand began to move, slow and deliberate. “You’re so responsive,” she murmured, her breath warm against my neck. “Such a… willing participant.”

The flush of shame that rose to my cheeks was quickly drowned out by the flood of pleasure coursing through me. I knew this was wrong, that I should stop, but Mia had me in her thrall, her control absolute. I was trapped in her web, utterly at her mercy.

“Look at me,” she commanded, her voice sharp but not unkind. I obeyed, meeting her gaze. Her eyes were smoldering, filled with hunger and something darker, more primal. “You want this, don’t you?”

I nodded, unable to form words. My entire being was focused on the sensation of her hand stroking me, her touch driving me closer to the edge.

“Good,” she purred, releasing me briefly to kneel before me. Her hands returned to my belt, unbuckling it with practiced ease before sliding my pants and boxers down my thighs. “Now, let me show you how much I want this.”

Her mouth closed around me, and I nearly bucked my hips in shock. Her tongue swirled expertly, teasing the tip as her lips worked their way down my length. The sensation was overwhelming, a heady cocktail of pleasure and disbelief. I gripped the edges of the sink for support, my knees threatening to give out.

“Shit, Mia,” I gasped, my voice strained. “You’re… incredible.”

She hummed around me, her free hand sliding up my thigh to cup my sac, squeezing gently. The dual stimulation was almost too much to bear. My breaths came in shallow gasps, my body coiling tight with anticipation.

“Come on,” she whispered against my skin, her voice laced with encouragement. “Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”

Her words acted like a catalyst, pushing me over the edge. I groaned deeply, my hips jerking as I spilled into her mouth. She swallowed greedily, her movements unhurried, savoring every moment. When I finally finished, I sagged against the sink, my legs weak and trembling.

Mia rose to her feet, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, a smug grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “Told you,” she said, her voice dripping with triumph. “You’re delicious.”

Before I could respond, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. “But we’re not done yet,” she whispered, her breath hot and tantalizing. “Turn around.”

I hesitated, my mind racing. But there was no resisting her. With a shaky breath, I turned, leaning forward to brace myself against the sink. My reflection stared back at me, wild-eyed and flushed, the evidence of our encounter still clinging to my skin.

Mia’s hands were on me again, her fingers trailing down my spine before hooking around the waistband of my boxers. She pushed them down, leaving me exposed and vulnerable. “Spread your legs,” she commanded, her tone both playful and authoritative.

I complied, my heart pounding like a drum as I felt her shift behind me. The cool metal of the sink bit into my palms as she pressed herself against my back, her warmth enveloping me. Her hand slid between my legs, her fingers brushing against my entrance in a way that made me shiver.

“Relax,” she murmured, her voice soothing. “Just let me take care of you.”

Her fingers worked their magic, circling and teasing until I was practically begging for more. And then, with a swift, decisive motion, she breached me, her fingers sliding inside. I hissed through my teeth, the sensation simultaneously shocking and exhilarating.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, her voice low and encouraging. “Take it. Take all of me.”

Her fingers moved languidly, exploring every inch of me, coaxing me further into submission. I clenched around her, the mix of pain and pleasure overwhelming. My breaths came in ragged gasps, my body trembling as she continued to work me.

“You’re so… tight,” she groaned, her voice thick with desire. “So damn responsive.”

Her other hand moved to my erection, stroking me in rhythm with her fingers. The dual sensation was unbearable, pushing me to the brink once again. I clutched at the sink, my knuckles white with effort as I fought to stay standing.

“Mia…” I managed to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper. “I… I’m going to…”

“Let go,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. “Right now. Do it for me.”

Her words were enough to push me over the edge. With a guttural cry, I came, my release spilling over her hand as her fingers continued to thrust inside me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me weak and trembling.

Mia withdrew her fingers slowly, her movements almost reverent. She stepped back, giving me a moment to collect myself. “You did good,” she said, her tone softer now, almost affectionate.

I turned to face her, my body still humming with residual pleasure. Her eyes met mine, deep and searching, as if trying to decipher some hidden truth within me. “We’re not done yet,” she repeated, her voice a hushed promise.