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Transition Flight

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I have no intention of going back to short haul, but like most pilots, a chance to fly is a chance to fly. So I was disappointed, to say the least when I was bumped from the right hand seat to the jump seat. Nothing to do but watch an incredibly boring flight. Boring....until I set myself a challenge. I want to try writing it as I thought it and as it happened.


She's pilot handling, and she's taken my seat. Bitch. Still, nice to see another female pilot who hasn't been bullied into wearing trousers.  Hmmmm. She has nice knees.....very nice.  I like that shade of tights too. Not black, not brown either....navy? Either way, quite like what I wore at school. Come to that, she could easily pass for much younger. I guess she's about 23, but damn, she could pull off a convincing schoolgirl. I love the 737/400. Control column, no side stick on these. And it makes her have her legs ever so slightly open. I wonder what colour panties she has on. No wedding ring. No engagement ring either. Hmm. Boyfriend, I wonder? Girlfriend? Or just her fingers.  I glance at both hands. Her right hand index and middle fingernails are much shorter than the others. Right handed masturbator then. A brief puff of air carrying her scent to me. Mmmmm. Nice. Her perfume? No, it's not as refined as that. Oh....it's HER scent. She's like me. I always get aroused on take off.  Another sniff. Fainter now, but still discernible. I cross my legs and squeeze. I wonder if I can make myself cum before we reach the cruise? Damn, she looks good in profile. Small tits like me too and.....wait......fucking hell....a clearly visible nipple piercing through her thin cotton bra and shirt. That's brave, I wouldn't dare do that back in the UK. Some cunt of a security officer would be forever making me strip down.  I imagine her lying on the table, bare breasted while some overly tattooed guy prepares to pierce her. I wonder if she was scared? I wonder if at the moment the needle went in, she enjoyed it? Maybe it made her cream herself? Mentally I remove her shirt. I can see a faint tattoo through her shirt at the back, some stars, it looks like. This girl enjoys pain, then.  I'm squeezing rhythmically now. Gear up, flaps up, steady climb. She glances over at me and smiles. There a mouth I could cum into. Lovely lower lip. I glance at her name tag.Sarah. Nice name. She is breathing very deeply. Yep, I'm sure of it,now, she gets aroused handling all that thrust.  I play a little game. Is she shaven? No, I don't think so. This is a wax girl or electrolysis. A totally smooth pussy, no hair, no stubble of any kind. Damn, but she'd look great naked. She'd look even better with my fingers inside her. I imagine her coming to my room for the one night we will be in Sydney. I imagine us getting intimate with each other. We've been kissing, and I've slowly stripped her to her panties. I e spent a long time sucking that nipple piercing and have kissed my way down that flat belly to the waistband of her panties. She stops me. She tells me that I'd better know she had sex just before we boarded. She still has His cum inside her. I lock eyes with her and tug her panties down. My tongue finds her wetness and it has that familiar salty tang that seasons her own sweetness. My tongue arches around her soft, moist folds as my fingers stroke lightly over her hole, pausing inquisitively at the soft puckered flesh of her asshole, answering my unspoken question of whether she likes being touched there. Her legs part as wide as they can and I replace my tongue with the fingers of my other hand. I lick my middle finger of my left hand before pushing it deep in my cunt. When it's really slippery I tease her arsehole as I rub her clit.  I feel her soften and relax and then, to my delight, she begins to push back against my probing finger. 28000ft now, and my leg is bouncing freely across the other one. I'm soaked and about to cum in my panties as I imagine her letting my middle finger deep into her bum. I feel the contractions start in her as her orgasm starts. At the same time mine hits and coincides with that slight negative G of levelling off. I cum silently into my knickers for what feels like eternity. I'm breathing as deeply as she is, and despite the air con, I'm flushed. Sarah glances back at me again. This time her mouth curls into a deep sensual smile, before she runs off the top of climb checks.  I know I'm wet and I know I have wet my panties and tights through. I may even have marked my skirt a little. I won't know till later. I debate leaving the flight deck to go to the bathroom, but Sir doesn't look the type to allow that on relatively short flights.  (Some do, some don't, and some can be real cunts.) Now my scent has joined Sarah's in the dry air of the flight deck. She won't be very busy now until the descent and approach to Sydney. She starts a brief conversation with me, and I learn that she has a rich, sensual voice that is just made of calling me dirty names. At that moment, I decide that I am going to try to at least have dinner with her tonight, and will most definitely try to seduce her. Our conversation is cut short by Sir, who clearly doesn't enjoy girl talk.  So, all that I have to do is look at her and imagine for the next couple of hours.....and believe me.....I am thinking THE most naughty thoughts. 

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