It was my first overseas flight and I was very nervous. My husband, knowing how
I felt, paid to upgrade my ticket to first-class. He couldn't go because of
other commitments, but he wanted me to be comfortable and he thought I'd receive
more attention in first-class then I would back in coach. It was also my first
flight on a foreign airline. My name is Jenny Gray and I was on a business trip
to the Far East, a get-acquainted trip to some of our offices over there. I'd
just turned 29 and had been promoted to the position of coordinator for Pacific
Rim operations. My husband drove me to Sea-Tac to catch my flight, a late night
non-stop to Tokyo. From there, I'd go on to Singapore, Hong Kong, and a half
dozen other places where PAC-COM has offices. Jim bought me a drink in the
airport bar and then kissed me good-bye at the gate. He assured me that I looked
great and was going to be fine. "They'll take good care of you on the plane. Now
stop worrying." I smiled and walked down the jet way to the plane. I was dressed
casually - a sundress, thigh highs, sandals, and a light sweater in case the
air-conditioning on the plane was too much. I blushed as I remembered that my
panties were in Jim's pocket - he'd had me take them off in the car on the drive
up. My blush deepened as I remembered how I'd sat with my dress up,
masturbating, while he stroked my thigh. "God," I thought to myself. "What a
shameless slut you can be at times!" I also remembered how nice it had been when
we arrived and Jim parked on the far side of the short-term lot. I'd slid off
the seat, onto my knees, and he'd moved over to the passenger seat. I'd sucked
his cock and moaned when he held my head as he shot his load deep in my throat.
It was fantastic! But then, sex had always been something we'd both enjoyed
immensely. I was still blushing when I handed my boarding pass to the flight
attendant, a slender Japanese girl who looked to be about 20 or 21. She smiled
and welcomed me aboard in perfect English. Her smile was contagious and I found
myself smiling as I moved down the aisle to my seat. My seat was in the last row
in first class, the aisle seat on the left as you boarded. I put my carry-on bag
in the overhead compartment after removing one of the books I brought - a
mystery by April Smith called 'North Of Montana'. I settled in my seat and
tugged my dress down. It was short, ending about 3" above my knees and it tended
to ride up. I like showing my legs, but not too much. At least not while there
was a stream of people passing by. I suppose I should describe myself for those
who might be curious. As I said, I'd just turned 29. Jim and I had been married
for three years. I'm the youngest of five children and the only girl. I was a
tomboy growing up and I'm still pretty much the tomboy. I'm 5'8", slender, a
redhead with big green eyes and freckles. My hair is short, not a buzz cut, but
short and adds to the overall boyish look. I'm athletic and have a nice figure
although I'm rather small on top, 34b. My slim, sleek legs are my best feature,
after my eyes of course. I majored in marketing in college and have an MBA in
finance. I tried to concentrate on my book to avoid thinking about the takeoff,
but it didn't work and I was gripping the armrests as the plane was pushed away
from the gate. As it turned out, I was one of only two passengers in first
class. The other was an elderly man who sat in the window seat in the first row
across the aisle. I was staring at the seatback in front of me, terrified, when
the flight attendant, the one who'd greeted me at the door, came by. She saw
that I wasn't wearing my seat belt and asked me to put it on. I stared up at her
with a blank look and she immediately realized that I was terrified beyond being
able to respond. She crouched and fastened my seatbelt. Then she put her hand on
my knee and squeezed gently, whispering that everything was going to be okay.
"I'll be back in a minute." She got up and moved up the aisle to confer briefly
with another, older, flight attendant. When she returned, she said, "My name is
Tomoku and I'm going to sit with you during takeoff. She unbuckled my seatbelt
and had me move into the window seat. She leaned over and pulled the sliding
cover down over the window. Then she buckled our seatbelts. She held my left
hand in her right and whispered softly that everything would be fine. I don't
know why, but I was more scared at that moment than I'd ever been on any
previous flight. I closed my eyes and felt the tears running down my face. I
felt Tomoku touch my knee, then she was stroking my thigh and crooning to me in
a soft voice. I calmed down as she continued to stroke my thigh, reassuring me
in her soft voice that everything would be okay. Her hand moved above the top of
my thigh highs and came to rest on my bare thigh. I sighed and turned my head,
opening my eyes. She smiled and whispered, "Nothing is going to happen to you, I
promise." I nodded and whispered, "Thank you." Her hand was warm and soft on my
thigh. I sighed and relaxed as she resumed stroking me gently. We stared at each
other as her hand move higher. Her eyes widened as she realized that I wasn't
wearing panties. I felt her fingertips brush my pubic hair. I took a deep breath
and whispered, "Please . . . " She smiled gently. "Please what?" I blushed,
whispered, "Please, touch me." She continued to smile, teasing me. "Touch you
where?" "Please," I whimpered. "Please touch my cunt." The plane turned onto the
runway and the engines thundered. She slipped her fingers down between my legs
and began to masturbate me. I closed my eyes and sighed with pleasure, my terror
receding as my excitement increased. She brought me to orgasm quicker than I
would have guessed, watching me with her calm brown eyes as I moaned with
pleasure. Then, with the plane in the air safely, she kissed me on the cheek and
whispered, "I'll be back in a while. I'll take you downstairs to the crew
compartment to be fucked." I stared at her for a moment and then nodded. I
wanted to scream, "No, I'm not like that." But, of course, I'd just been
masturbated to orgasm. As I spoke, she deliberately licked my juices off her
fingers, one of the most erotic sights I'd ever seen. She returned about thirty
minutes later and took me down to the small crew compartment. She told me to
undress and watched as I removed my clothes. When I was nude, she fastened a
shackle around my left ankle and locked the other end to the railing of one of
the small bunks. She undressed and we had sex. It was my first time eating pussy
and I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The rest of the crew, 9 women and
six men, took turns with me for the entire flight. I was licked, fucked, and I
sucked cock. I was also sodomized a number of times. Once, I had a cock in my
mouth and another in my ass. When I walked off the plane in Tokyo, I wore only
my dress and sandals. I had warm cum leaking out of my cunt and my rectum,
dripping on my bare thighs. And I was wondering how soon I could get fucked
again. The end.
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