Page 39 of Shared By the Pilots

As Sharon and Heather walked back toward the front of the plane, I stopped fighting the overwhelming pressure that was building inside of me. Soon I was driving my hips back against Adam’s cock, begging to be fucked while he rubbed a fire into my clit. And as my orgasm crashed into me, Adam’s free hand curled underneath my head and around, clamping down on my mouth. I screamed then, a wordless cry of ecstasy muffled by his palm and the roar of the engine noise. Adam’s own moans soon filled my ear, gasps of pleasure that were so intense it almost sounded painful for him.

We came together in the overnight bunk, only feet away from the unsuspecting passengers and other crew, collapsing together, totally spent.

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Adam

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to do something like this.

I drove into Veronica from behind, unable to stop myself even with the other flight attendants right outside the curtain. Veronica felt too good. Not just the way she clamped down on my cock while she came, gripping me tightly like she was trying to squeeze the come out of me. But the way she felt in my arms, soft and warm, with my face buried into her thick hair, breathing deeply of her scent.

When the footsteps moved away from our spot, I felt Veronica finally let go of whatever was holding her back. I covered her mouth with my palm and shescreamedas she was rocked with her intense orgasm. Her entire body trembled in my arms, like she was having a damn seizure. It was impossible for me to last any longer; I blew my load pretty much instantly, causing her to clamp her pussy around me even tighter.

It was like all the pent-up energy from our date had been stored away, collecting compound interest, until it was finally unleashed.

After, she continued shivering and whimpering in my arms. She kept pushing her hips back against me, like she wanted me to keep moving. Like she didn’t want the sex to stop. I brushed her hair to the side and kissed her neck, then her cheek, then her chin.

“I didn’t expect that,” Veronica finally whispered.

“What did you expect?”

“I thought we would make out a little,” she replied. “Maybe some heavy petting.”

I leaned up onto one elbow and frowned down at her. “There was no way I could climb into this bunk andonlykiss you.”

She let out a giggle. “Good point. I’m glad it happened.”

“I wish it had happened when we went on our date together.”

Veronica narrowed her eyes. “That’s still your fault for ending the date prematurely.”

“I was confused back then.”

“I was grinding my ass all over you on the dance floor.” Veronica shifted her hips to simulate the motion. “I gave you all the hints.”

“Yes, yes, I know. It’s my fault.” I twisted her head around so I could kiss her on the lips. “But I hope this made up for it.”

She grinned. “It’s a start.”

Two sets of footsteps came down the aisle again. “…glad it worked out,” Heather was saying.

“Me too,” Sharon replied. “I would not have been a happy camper. Can you take care of that passenger’s drink while I eat? The one in row thirty-seven.”

“Not a problem!”

The two of us remained frozen together while listening to Sharon eat her meal in the rear cabin. It was only a few feet from us, and she would have a clear view of the aisle if either of us left.

While we waited, Veronica reached into her bag and pulled out a pack of tissues. “Thank you,” I mouthed to her, then used them to clean myself off. Continuing the flight service with a jizz stain on my pants wouldnotbe easy.

She used one of the tissues on herself, then sat up in the bunk. She kissed me, then pressed a finger to her lips as she pulled back the curtain and quickly slid out into the aisle.

“You’ve got plenty of time to keep sleeping, Veronica,” I heard Sharon say.

“Just going to the bathroom,” Veronica replied, sliding the curtain shut behind her and then putting on her shoes. I listened quietly as she went to the lavatory. As I pulled on my pants and silently buckled my belt, I thought about how the situation reminded me of getting stuck in a girl’s bedroom when her parents came home early.

It’s too bad I don’t have a window I can climb out, I thought.The only windows here involve a thirty-five-thousand foot fall to my death.

The lavatory flushed, and the door opened. I tensed, waiting to see if Veronica was going to climb back into bed, but then she began speaking to Sharon.

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