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SHE SAID I AM A FLIGHT ATTENDANT NOT A STEWARDESS
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SHE SAID I AM A FLIGHT ATTENDANT NOT A STEWARDESS It was a good thing I checked the weather before boarding the plane to DC from Florida. Dressing for the 80 degree temperature in Florida would not have been appropriate for the 60 degrees I found when I disembarked at Reagan, to find my shuttle to the Hilton. To be honest, I wasn't looking forward to attending the conference for work, but this was a wonderful opportunity to visit the newly opened African American Museum. I couldn't wait, and not wanting to take my chance with the will call tickets, I made my reservations weeks in advance. After checking in and finishing my room service tray, I hopped in the shower. When I got out, I stood idly at the window looking down to street level as I stroked my dick wondering if anyone could see me. Even though I am right handed I used my left hand to stroke my dick and occassionally allowed the thumb to caress lightly over the head. I unwrapped the guest bathrobe. It was soft and I decided to go ahead and slide the room service tray out the door, before taking a 45 minute nap to refresh myself, then dressing and heading out What a mistake that was. When I bent over to slide the tray, I heard a noise and looked up to see 3 young women staring and waving. I returned the gesture hoping I wouldn't have to stroke my own dick for the rest of the evening. I smiled, taking note of the room number and went inside to get the ice bucket. B Iefore I could flip the overhead lock to block the door, it closed with most of my bathrobe inside. I was terribly embarassed and hearing male voices I pulled on the robe only to hear it rip at my shoulders, exposing the bottom of my ass and a portion of my dick. Things were becoming desperate, Turning quickly, I stepped behind the cubicle housing the ice machine and came face to face with a white woman in an air crew uniform. If I was white, I would have turned a thousand shades of red. Initially, I was embarassed but she quickly put me at ease. "Hi", she said. "My name is Melanie and something tells me you would love to use the telephone in my room and to wait there until housekeeping or the front desk arrives." I was relieved and quickly accepted, When we got inside, I headed to the phone, when she said, "hey wait a minute. You didn't say "father may I." I stopped and said, "mother, may I use your phone?" "Of course she replied, but only after you answer a question. Who are you and what happened to you?" As I explained, she sat back on the bed and raised her leg, exposing white thigh. Melanie was white, with streaks of gray throughout her dark hair. She was slim and about 3 inches shorter than me. She had a pearcing gaze and the fact that her gaze always remained directly in my eyes made my dick harden quickly. have always found it intoxicating when a woman looks directly into my eyes and maintains that gaze, Not bothering to try and cover my hardon with my hand (it wouldn't have worked anyway) I explained that I arrived in DC for a work conference and while here I planned to avail myself of the African American museum and some metro night life. She found that interesting and asked if she could accompany me. "Well, before I agree, I think you should probably tell me a little about yourself", I said. "Well, I am Melanie, she begain. I have been a flight attendant for over 20 years and will be retiring very soon" . When she told me she was 62 years old,I was flabbergasted. No way in the world would I have believed that if she hadn't told me . " I have been married longer than I have been flying and I don't believe my husband even notices when I am not in Seattle anymore. It has been a very long time since he touched me like a man should touch a woman he desires." I do not have the biggest dick in the world, thank goodness, but women have never accused me of being small either, With the robe already torn, it was obvious that her words had my dick hard and throbbing. Melanie smiled. Standing up she said, I believe you had better make that call now so we can get going. I laughed. The museum was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment and let the robe fall from my shoulders. Come here I said, and at first she turned as if she had not heard me. I am not going to ask you again, I repeated, this time with a more deliberate tone in my voice. When she walked over to me, I bent her head back and brushing my lips against her own, I let my tongue slide along her throat. Her gasp was audible and I felt her hands reaching down to capture my dick. She laughed as she felt my hard dick jumping in her hand. Your a regular bucking bronco, she said, Truth be told. It ha been several days, since I'd enjoyed being inside a warm pussy and my dick was already beginning to drip pre-cum. I hope you can handle this mustang I replied. It bucks and usually throws its<b> rider. </font></b>I placed my hand on her shoulder and began to try to help her to her knees. No she said, and holding my dick, she walked backward to the bed so my dick was right there even with her lips. I stopped her of my own volition and pulled her back to her feet. I do not want this over and done with in 45 minute to an hour, I thought to myself. I unbuttoned her blue flight jacket, followed by her white blouse, then kneeling, I unzipped her blue skirt to find a pair of black panties on underneath. I slid her back on the bed and laying her down backwards, I raised thighs so I could slide her panties down her slender legs. She was unshaven and moved her hand to her pussy. A move that caused me to kiss the back of her hand then move them away. Her pussy was not only beautiful. She was wet. I opened her thighs to see little droplets of her juice clinging to the hairs of her pussy. |
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