“Welcome aboard Daddy’s fun jet, sir,” I said as Chad took the stairs two at a time.
“You look so fucking hot,” he said and leaned in for a kiss.
I pushed him away. “Excuse me, sir! Kissing flight attendants is strictly forbidden on this flight.” I made a show of straightening my uniform, which drew Chad’s eyes directly to my amazing cleavage. “And my eyes are up here. Now please go find your seat and prepare for takeoff.”
I smacked his cute little tush as he walked past me. Then I waved goodbye to Teddybear - now in the driver’s seat of Chad’s Porsche - and secured the airplane door.
***
“Drinks?” I asked as I passed out the menus.
“Oooh,” said Ash. “I need more of that banana juice in my life.”
Wow.I was all for pre-gaming, but it was only like one in the afternoon. Ash was really coming out of her shell!
“I drink vodka,” said Slavanka.
I took the menus and disappeared into the kitchenette. I figured Slavanka could handle her vodka just fine so I gave her a nice healthy glass. But Ash on the other hand… She probably needed a day to cool down after last night. So I just put a little splash of banana juice into a glass of water.
I brought their drinks out to them and then turned my attention to Chad. “And for you, sir?”
“I’ll have a blowjob,” he said, pointing toblowjobon the menu.
Of course you will.“Excellent choice. Please come with me.” I grabbed his hand and led him towards the bedroom at the back of the plane.
“Have fun with friendboy,” called Slavanka to me.
Friendboy?Wait a second! Slavanka had translated the Single Girl Rules. And she didn’t have the best command of English. What if there had been a translation error? For example…what if she’d translated boyfriend as friend. That would mean that Rule #3 was really: Never let aboyfriend go into a bathroomalone. Which made total sense. The rules were calling for more bathroom sex!I knew it!
Rather than continuing to the bedroom, I grabbed Chad’s lapel and pushed him into the bathroom.
He stumbled backwards until his butt was pressed against the sink. Which wasn’t much of a stumble, because the bathroom was quite small. Daddy really needed to upgrade to a bigger fun jet.
I locked the door and then turned to Chad. He was already unbuttoning his baby-blue shorts. Or trying to. His hands were shaking too much from his excitement. He was clearly in need of assistance. And as his flight attendant this afternoon…that was my job.
I dropped to my knees and shoved his hands out of the way. A second later his shorts fell to his ankles. He moaned as I wrapped my bright red lips around his cock.
It was even smaller than I remembered.
Back in high school I’d thought he was an okay size. But after getting fucked by a real man last night, and having Teddybear and Ghostie at my beck and call at all hours, I now knew that Chad was definitely on the smaller end of the spectrum. #SadPenisFacts. It didn’t even go into my throat when I went all the way down.
But it still must have felt amazing for him, because he groaned, “Oh God,” and gripped the sink like it was the only thing keeping him from completely losing control.
I slowed down a little to help him from skeeting too soon. And then I heard the rip of foil. A condom rapper fluttered down to the floor.
I looked up at him. “Excuse me, sir. What do you think you’re doing with that condom?”
“Getting ready to join the mile-high club.”
I opened my mouth in shock. “You ordered a blowjob. That’s the second time you’ve acted completely inappropriate. I have half a mind to land this plane right now and kick your ass off. But luckily you’re really handsome. And my boyfriend lives out of town, so I’ve been so fucking horny.” I stood up and unbuttoned my jacket. Then I slid out of my skirt, leaving only my white lingerie.
Chad put the condom on and then hooked his fingers into my panties. But when he pulled them down, they got stuck on my garters.
“What the hell?” he muttered, trying again to pull them down.
“Just rip them off. I want you to fucking dominate me.” I bit my lip.
He pulled on either side of them, but he wasn’t strong enough.