Airbus 380 high - what the fuck., a short story by GutterrhymesEsq. Date added: 2011-11-08. Times viewed: 4977.
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Airbus 380 high – what the fuck!
Boarding the celebrated Emirates Airways First Class Cabin on the all new Airbus 380 was no routine boarding for me. I had to experience this first Class Cabin which has been touted to be the best 1st Class Cabin in the world.
As I settled to read the paper, an article about a South African lady appearing before a London magistrate, accused of sexual harassment of an airline male steward, made fascinating reading, for me anyway, given my obsession with matters sexual. Apparently the lady was on a 10 hours-plus flight from Johannesburg to London when, after downing 500ml of whisky, she developed strong sexual attraction to the male steward and made her intentions known by rather bluntly taking matters into her hands. She “gropped for his sex organs”. The story described how the presumably distressed steward tried to fend off her unwelcome attentions to no avail.
Now, this kind of behaviour, fondling men’s penises, testicles and what not, is unbecoming of a good woman and should be relegated to journals like “Anals of Harlotry VolXXXX(XX),: How(when), why not harass a man where; not to drink 50cl of specified alcoholic beverage. p6969 -696969. 2011.” Women must not grope on men’s groins and there are many perfectly plausible arguments to insist on this as a societal norm. What if she found there was no penis between the gentleman’s legs. She may start to inquire why a man could have an absent penis on initial fondling. The first would be that “he” does not have one, or maybe it’s tucked up in his butt-crack or ass. Or….or… Clearly all of this is highly personal material, unless you are one of our numerous “Celebrities”who have no qualms about showing their fannies to the paparazzi. In any event, her ( our horny offender) right to be privy to such information cannot be reasonably defended. The very fact that the aggrieved gentleman has to give some kind of testimony on sexual matters may be in serious violation of how he has elected to live his life as a law abiding citizen.
Phew, some guys can complicate a 2 car procession! I mean, did things really have to end this way? No. This guy may have chosen to roll with the blows and follow the mantra “always enjoy what you do..” For example he may have predicted that the dame was “up to no good” with him. He could have kept count of her drinks and their effects to ensure that she is at that magical “window of opportunity” when the babe is drunk enough to want sex instantly, AND is sober enough to know what she wants to enjoy with all of the man at her disposal. To use and or abuse(slightly). This lady, whom we shall call Lara could have seen it like this.
“I will never make it onto the mile high club list if I don’t get on there tonight.” Those were the thoughts on my mind as I looked at the most sexy cabin steward I had ever seen, he was all man. A man I wanted to have sex with. I wanted him to take me into the toilet and fuck me hard with me on his lap. I knew I would come fast and hard just from the feeling I had in my cunt, it was like all the blood in my body was being pumped into my fleshy pussy. I could let him up my smooth beautiful asshole but I go wild when I get a nice juicy little one stuck up my bunghole. No we wouldn’t go there, not in an aeroplane lavatory!
As he leaned over me to reach the next passenger’s tray, I pushed my elbow hard against his dick. Clearly it was soft and sleepy but it had enough body for me to start seeing all sorts of exciting possibilities, errotically. He didn’t try to move away but rested his other hand on my bare lap and smiled. His hand spoke directly with my wet pussy. I felt an immediate rush of blood into my hot box, my clit tingled. The yummy steward winked as he walked to the servery and I followed, spell-bound with sex on my mind. He pulled the curtain slammed his lips hard on my lips and grabbed each of my butt chicks in each hand. Wow! I could have collapsed, this was too much luck for me. He pushed me away and whispered that we had 8 hours left before Heathrow.
Next time he came around my seat, I showed him the top of my substantial chest and he saw my bulbous boob and its hard cherry on top, my "I'm horny, horny, horny, horny.." tits. I looked at his face and led his gaze to my legs. I parted them enough for him to see my bare bushy cunt. My flimsy panty was tucked in the seat pocket. I know my pussy has an incredible smell, I am yet to meet a man who smelt it and did not beg to stick his lips on it, it must exude some mean pheromones.
“Lara you are looking too sexy now. Slow down, wait until we switch off the cabin lights. I will brush against your elbow when I come back past you. Just feel how hard my cock is. Care for another whisky madam…..?” he really can put such a show of his politeness and respect, this gorgeous man.
“ Yes please....Make it a single, lots of ice please" I said squeezing his dick. Two teenage girls, the gawking type saw the whole genital thing and looked shocked.. I am glad they looked shocked. Good girls should find it shocking to witness a respectable looking lady holding an airsteward's prick.
The lights went off, I waited 30 minutes then I slid into one of the toilets. In 30 seconds flat, my new man came in, latched the door and without further ado, he put his thin penis into my roomy pussy. As that little pecker danced, slid, and jumped-around, it brought untold pleasure to me. I came as soon as he plunged it into my swampy cunt, with my waist firmly in his hands. I had a very intense orgasm all pent-up because I couldn’t scream as I naturally do when I come. The release came through his penis, it kept hitting new points and sending me close to orgasm, only to be followed by a hard massage of my right vaginal wall. He was sending me on a dizzy, crazy earthquake crescendo. His penis being severely curved was doing a splendid job stabbing against my pussy sides. This chap knew how to make women benefit from his little member, the bloke could fuck pussy.
I only knew he had cum as I could feel some high speed bursts of cum as he pulsed his seed into my fertile swamp.
We got out of the lavatory at the same time and saw the knowing look in the eyes of the gawking teenage girls standing in the 2 girl queue “ waiting to use the bathroom”. I promised that the next time I would crouch on his thighs and let him bonk the hell out of my soft hot swampy fanny…”
If history had taken a different direction, this lady would be going to do business at the most respectable addresses London has to offer. Perchance, she could be at the helm of a huge profit-making enterprise, well on her way to glory. But that was not to be, she hit on the wrong guy.
*Lookout for the 2nd part: Airbus 380 high:My 1st Class Mile High.
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