FLYING THE FRIENDLY SKIES by jerzey *

*Ding*

 Seat 4B's call button illuminated. Renee scuried over to see how she could be of service. Moving on the double for her business class passenger. "A blanket?" she thought. A simple enough yet annoying request. Seat 4B was on his third blanket already. As Renee returned with a crisp navy blue blanket she surmised that he was probably coming down with a bug and made a mental note to keep her distance.

 As much was possible on a plane. Much less a 60 seater. She sighed to herself as she returned to the front of the plane to prepare the beverage cart. Being a flight attendant wasn't as glamarous as she'd expected.


 When you're 19 everything is fresh and new and the glass is half full. You think you'll travel the world and tour exotic places, meet exciting people, and make boat loads of cash. The reality was Renee's job led her to several cities a day and countries a week - and the extent of the culture she experienced was defined by what she discovered roaming their airports.

 The term exciting when defining the people she met was laughable. It was mostly snotty or sleazy businessmen. That and crabby families enroute to Disney. Worst of all: after 8 years in the business she was still scraping to get by and had little savings. Renee was also fast approaching the burnout period when most flight attendants quit due to exhaustion, being overwhelmed by, or just plain disgusted with the airline industry.

 Pacing up the aisle with the  beverage cart Renee day dreamed. She longed for a sense of normalcy. A good paying job with regular work hours. A husband. Kids. A house. Hell, she'd settle for a boyfriend. This "career" choice had put a serious cramp in her dating life. Who wants to date a voicemail box? That's inevitably what would happen. And the trust issues that come with dating someone who is always traveling are numerous. Hello? Name one person who DOES'NT have a flight attendant fantasy!

 She wasn't exactly meeting Prince Charming in the friendly skies. Renee was a dead ringer for Christina Hendricks and any man who'd even remotely heard of "Mad Men" never let her forget it.

 Flight after flight was filled with ogling, staring, pick-up lines (If she heard "Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?" one more time she was going to scream), and even the occasional ass grab.

 The businessmen on her flights were all desperately seeking to fulfill their mile high fantasy. Each of their cups overfloweth with a false sense of entitlement and delusions of self importance. Most were not shy about their intentions.

 All this was running through Renee's mind as she finished distributing beverages and began walking the cart back toward the front of the plane. Suddenly a hand reached out and firmly - grasped her arm - 8A starred up at her. "Miss - could I trouble you for another cup of coffee?"

 8B was well built. Renee could tell he was older; mid 40's. His chestnut brown eyes, chiseled jaw, and distinguished grey hair made him a shoe-in for a Richard Gere stunt double.

 Her whole body flushed at the thought. His eyes were persuasive. She found herself pouring 8B a second cup. As she set the cup down carefully in front of him she said: "Here you are Sir." Renee turned to continue down the aisle when his hand reached out again to touch her - more gently this time. "Call me Tom - for now."

 "Renee." she stuttered. Tom closed his eyes and sat silent for a moment. "Mmmm a lovely name befitting of such a lovely woman." She blushed deeply and pulled away; doubling back to the front of the plane.

 For the next hour Tom was the only thought that crossed Renee's mind. 13B - Pillow. Tom. 2A - Pretzels. Tom. 4B - *Another* blanket. Tom. She was consumed by him. Renee could hardly contain her excitement when 8C pressed the call bell. She'd use this as an excuse to flirt with Tom.

 Renee sauntered down the aisle. Hips swaying back and forth hypnotically. Back straight. Voluptuous bust pressing against her form fitting navy cardigan. Renee smirked to herself. All the male passengers were staring - mouths agape.

 She stopped at row 8. Bent at the waist into the row. Reached across Tom to talk to 8C. Loose red curls spilled onto the newspaper Tom was reading. "What can I get you sir?" she purred in her most seductive voice possible.

 A smile creeped over Tom's face listening to the exchange. It didn't hurt that he was eye level with the most impressive rack he'd ever seen. As Renee strolled back to the front of the plane to grab a water for 8C Tom stared; his eyes burning a hole into her ass.

 Tom had been stealing peeks over his newspaper at Renee all hour. He had to have her. When Renee came back with 8C's water he made his move. "Excuse me Miss. Could you check to see if there's another meal left? I think my blood sugar is lowering."

 Tom faked a weak expression - barely containing his grin - or his growing hard on. Startled by this Renee hurried away to check. "God please don't let someone die on my flight" she grumbled en route to the meal cabinets.

 Tom waited until she disappeared from view before unbuckling his seatbelt and following her. Renee was bent over, ass high in the air, rummaging through the meal cabinet when he found her. She was so deep in thought looking for something to help raise his sugar that she didn't hear him approach.

 As soon as she felt a hand on her ass she whirled around angrily. All of the anger melted when she saw Tom staring back at her. He pushed her further into the cubby, palming her ass and pressing against her. Caught off guard she could feel something in the upright position - and it wasn't his tray table.

 "I can't find a meal" she stammered.

 "That's not what I'm hungry for."   He growled into her ear.

 With one firm grip he tugged her skirt above her hips. Renee stood before him - panties and pride exposed at 30,000 feet. In all her 8 years as a flight attendant she'd never done anything remotely like this before. And until Tom she'd never wanted to. She had a choice to make. She stared at Tom for a moment weighing all her options as well as the potential consequences. Then she spread her legs.

 Tom's cock stiffened further. "Take off your shirt." Renee quickly undid the buttons - exposing a lacey green bra. Tom glanced downward an smiled. A green g-string peeked back at him. She matched. He appreciated the detail. He shoved her bra above her breasts and chuckled as the cool cabin air hardened her nipples instantly. He began sucking on one and pinching the other. Renee's head tossed backward. Her eyes shut and she moaned softly.

 Tom stopped abruptly and she opened her eyes to question him. "Don't make a peep and don't take your eyes off me."

 "Yes Sir." she breathed into his skin playfully. "There better be a lot more Sirs coming from you." Tom hissed.

 Renee looked him in the eye. "Sir." It drove him wild. He resumed playing with her gorgeous tits. More forcefully this time. She could feel her panties becoming wet. She was so turned on. She wanted to submit to Tom. He would have whatever he desired. She would deny him nothing.

 Once he knew he'd worked her up well Tom released his hold on her breasts and with a firm grasp on her shoulders he pushed Renee to her knees. Not once did her gaze break away from his.

 "What are you waiting for girl?" His voice was raspy. Deep. Controlling. It felt like sound crackling out of a speaker just before a record plays. Completely sexy.

 Renee fumbled with his belt at first. Composing herself she quickly undid it. His cock stood at attention against his boxer briefs. She could tell it was  massive. She pulled his underwear down to reveal enviable girth coupled with eye opening length. Until Tom she'd thought cocks this perfect only existed in Danielle Steele novels.

 Grasping his shaft firmly with one hand she let her tongue explore while the other trailed along his balls. Tom closed his eyes in pleasure. Remembering his own rule they shot open. His stare blazoned into Renee as her head bobbed back and forth - trying to milk him for all it was worth. He braced himself against the counter with one hand and grabbed a fistful of red curls with the other. He pushed her further onto his dick; causing her to gag softly.

 He wasn't ready to be done with Renee yet. He pulled her off his dick and up onto her feet by her hair. Releasing his hold he reached down and yanked her panties to around her ankles. He placed two fingers between her legs. Soaking wet. Tom grinned from ear to ear. She was ripe for the taking.

 Kissing her deeply he let his fingers venture further in a 'come hither' motion. Renee gasped and her knees weakened. "This is far from over my pet." He whispered. Tom removed his fingers and placed them at Renee's lips. He recalled seeing her glossy pink pucker for the time when he boarded. He knew then she had perfect dick sucking lips. And he had been right.

 He didn't have to give an order for Renee to know what was expected of her. She gripped his wrist, placed his fingers on her tongue, and licked them clean. Her sweet mixed with his salt surprised her. She felt her pussy swell and flood.

 "You are a perfect slut." he breathed. Tom shook her grasp off of him. He gripped her hips and flipped her so that Renee was facing away from him and up against the cubby wall.

 Just then it occurred to Renee. She had no idea how long she'd been away from her post or how many passengers had hit their call bells - waiting for their flight attendant to bring them their ammenities with a smile. Worse still there was nothing shielding Tom & Renee from the aisle. A passenger could walk in on them at any moment. She couldn't help but be turned on further by this thought. As if reading her mind Tom huffed "The hell with their pretzels I need to get fucked."

 He teased her slit with the tip of his cock. Without warning Tom grabbed the phone off the wall. "Make an announcement." Renee struggled to compose herself. Clearing her throat she pressed the button. Just then he buried his cock inside her.

 "Ohhhhhhhhh GOD................ please remember to stay in your seats with your seatbelts securely fastened."

 Renee quickly hung up. Tom stifled a laugh.

 "Good girl. I think you deserve a treat."

 Tom pinned her wrists behind her back and began to weave his cock in and out of Renee. Deeper each time. Trailing her neck with kisses he listened; waiting for her breath to slow and her legs to quiver.

 His cock was hitting the spot. Renee's legs widened. Her wetness creeping down her legs. This man had her body begging to cum.

 "How badly do you want me?"

 Tom's voice broke the silence. Thrusting slower still.

 "Very."

 Renee was so close it was the only word she could muster.

 "You can do better then that."

 Renee felt Tom slowing further - the fate of her orgasm hanging in the balance.

 "Please please I want this badly. I need to be good and fucked."

 "Fucked what?"

 "Fucked.....Sir?"

 "Say it like you mean it slut."

 "Please SIR. I need to be good and fucked SIR!"

 "That's more like it."

 With that Tom thrust himself into Renee hard - pressing against her and throwing them both into a frenzied orgasm. A mess of sweat soaked skin, tingling spines, and hushed moans. Searing passion across both their faces. As soon as he'd finished Tom started to zip up. He couldn't keep from grinning at the frazzled and sweaty heap he'd now left Renee in.

 Smiling Tom bent down beside Renee and whispered into her ear "Now *that's* what I call flying the friendly skies." Straightening up and wiping the sweat from his brow he called over his shoulder "I'm out of peanuts" and returned to his seat.

 Rising to her feet Renee struggled to regain her composure and process what happened when -

 *Ding*

 Duty calls...