Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

The hot Yucatan sun was creating a shimmering heat wave over the tarmac of the airport as I climbed the steps of the aircraft ahead of the passengers now waiting patiently in the departure lounge. From the large glass windows they could see the plane being made ready to take them home from their sun drenched holiday; the flight crew boarding, the baggage handlers loading the many cases into the hold along with the food trolleys destined for the galleys.

The past 2 weeks had been hot and sunny, unlike my last vacation to Playa Del Carmen 6 months before. Then it had rained most days, albeit for short, sharp periods, before the Mexican sun had evaporated the water to leave way for a few hot, sunny hours in which I had managed to get at least some scuba diving done. This trip had been far more successful and I had dived every day, with the exception of today. I wasn’t going to risk getting an episode of the bends by diving before a flight.

I had taken this trip alone due to an unexpected illness affecting my husband’s ability to travel. He had insisted that I take my holiday without him as he knew how much I looked forward to my six monthly diving trips. I had objected, at first, but he was insistent enough to persuade me to fly without him and so, here I was, alone and headed back to the UK after two glorious weeks of sun, coco locos, sex and diving.

Did I say sex? Oh well if I’m going to spill the beans about my sexy flight home then disclosing the fact that I was not exactly faithful during my holiday is a small matter.

I mean, with all those handsome, tanned beach boys from around the globe paying attention to my every need then what else is a healthy, sexy girl going to do? Play them and fuck them of course.

Eventually the passengers were given the all clear to board and I joined the remainder of the flight attendants in helping the passengers find their seats and stow their hand luggage, my mind still reminiscence over my days of sun, partying and diving.

The speakers above me crackled as the voice of the pilot rattled through them, bringing me out of my holiday memories and reminding me that the holiday was over and I was now back on duty as a flight attendant for the trip home. The pilot informed the passengers that the aircraft was shortly about to taxi out onto the runway in readiness for take off. The hunky voice continued by informing them that they would be travelling at 30, 000ft at an average speed of 500 miles per hour as we headed out over the Gulf of Mexico, over Florida and northwards, following the coastline of the US up as far as Boston before turning Eastwards across the Atlantic. I knew about the Westerly winds that would be behind our tail to speed us on our journey to London Heathrow and that any second the pilot would wish them all a comfortable and safe flight home. I eased the door of the aircraft shut as the steps were towed away across the tarmac and took my place at the front of the gangway in readiness to join the other flight attendants for our in flight safety demonstration. As the video played I went through the now monotonous routine of demonstrating how to fix the seat belts, the location of the life jackets under the seats, pointing out the emergency exits and the on floor lighting and so on. Once completed it was a trip down the aisle to check that the passenger’s seat belts were fastened and that their seats were in an upright position before returning to my galley to check that all of the food trolleys were stowed fast ready for take off.

The Boeing 767 glided gently into the mid day Mexican sky over Cancun Airport before turning eastwards towards the Caribbean Sea. From my seat I gazed down on the views I had seen many times before; mainly lush green vegetation broken occasionally by the round cenotes, natural wells in the ground that led down to the cool waters of the many underground rivers dotted about the peninsula, and in which I had dived many times. The aircraft rose gently over the city of Cancun and out over The Gulf towards Florida before the Captain’s voice announced ‘Crew release’ and I rose from my seat to begin the duties ahead of me. The best thing about long haul night flights is that, at some stage, the lights would go out and the majority of passengers would snuggle down in their cramped seat and sleep away the monotonous hours of the flight. The actual sky would not remain dark for long due to our eastbound flight to meet the rising sun; but that decreased period of darkness would leave the flight attendants time to take some rest themselves. Most would just sit in their seat and rest and some would stand and chatter quietly in the galley. But not me. I had my plans mapped out in my mind long before I boarded the flight. In fact as soon as I had seen Captain Kent Berkley in the airport lounge I had began to plan my entertainment for the flight home. Airline pilots are always thought of as being handsome and sexy by the general public. Most were and some were not. Kent was in the former group. I had flown with him on many flights and slept in his hotel bed on quite a few of them.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved my husband, but as I said before, I’m a sexy girl who loves to have her fun. And Captain Kent Berkley was just the type of handsome, sexy guy I liked to have my fun with. This trip, however, was going to be a little different, I hoped, from any other I had taken in the past. I had started to formulate my plan to somehow get rid of the 2nd Officer for a while so that Kent and I could resume our relationship where we had left off back in a hotel room in Havana some 2 months earlier. The biggest problem ahead of me seemed to be the question of how to get the 2nd Officer out of the flight deck for 30 minutes. This was proving a stumbling block and I was still thinking of a solution during my in flight safety demonstration; but fortunately I had carried out the operation so many times that I didn’t even have to think about it and was free to allow my mind to contemplate the problem.

I was startled out of my planning by Judith, the Senior Flight Attendant, who suddenly appeared at my side and requested me to take coffee into the Flight Crew.

I turned and headed for the door to the cockpit to establish the 2nd Officer’s requirements in the way of a hot beverage. Captain Berkley’s like for black, unsweetened coffee I already knew but I hadn’t seen who the 2nd Officer of this flight was. I knocked the door and entered the small cabin filled with lights and levers in front of which sat the two Flight Officers. Kent turned towards me and smiled.

“Hello Linda. Nice to see you on board tonight; I think you know Tony?” I smiled one of my sweet, sexy smiles at him before turning to greet Tony. I looked in the direction of the 2nd Officer and immediately my problem got worse.

“Hello Tony” I said almost as sexily. “I didn’t know you were on the long haul flights now.”

Tony smiled back at me as both our minds returned to the hotel room in Fargo where we had spent 2 whole nights on lay over together just fucking each other’s brains out.

Fargo was one of my favourite places as I loved everything there is to love about the Portuguese Algarve and had spent many happy days and nights there. The last two with Tony, the 2nd Officer now sat in front of me.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I know I physically blushed, coming face to face with two of my bed companions at the same time, and took Tony’s order of white coffee, no sugar, rather hurriedly before retreating to the small galley behind me.

My mind was racing as my plan to get my pussy poked, in mid air, by the handsome Kent was falling apart. I began to think of a way out of my dilemma as I poured the coffees; but before the last drop of black liquid had hit the bottom of the second cup an idea was forming in my sexy mind. ‘Why is this a dilemma Linda girl’ I asked myself. ‘Two handsome guys sat a few feet away from you in a locked cabin. Both of them having unloaded their hot cum inside your body, through several different openings, in several different hotels around the world and you think this is a dilemma?’ I reached for the milk from the cooler as my mind raced ahead. ‘Why this is no dilemma Linda baby. This is an opportunity.’ My smile spread across my face as I returned to the cockpit armed with 2 cups of coffee and a moistening pussy.

The next 3 hours seemed to drag by as I walked the aisle with first my drinks trolley, then my dinner trolley, and lastly my duty free trolley, before taking time out to slide my fake cigarette between my lips in an attempt to reduce the nicotine craving I was, by then, undergoing. It didn’t help and the hot coffee I was sipping only heightened the craving. Things aboard the aircraft began to slow down as the first movie finished and passengers began to doze in their cramped seats. My thoughts again returned to the cock pit where those two hunks were relaxing in front of the controls that now barely needed touching as the aircraft flew itself up the coastline of the USA. Another hour, maybe less with this tail wind, followed by a change of direction to point the nose towards the Atlantic Ocean; and then the long flight across that vast stretch of water towards Ireland and England. Once the plane was headed out across the sea the sun would have started it’s descent into the western sky and the darkness would soon be upon us as we headed east towards the night. That would be the time to put my plan into action. That’s when I planned to get myself well and truly screwed.

During the next hour I chatted quietly to the other flight attendants whilst answering the occasional request from some of the less sleepy passengers who insisted on continuing their holiday aboard the airline by drinking from the tiny bottles of spirits that were available for a small charge. My colleagues aboard the flight were all new to me with the exception of the lovely Adele, who fortunately was working the same area as myself on this flight. I had flown with her on quite a few occasions in the past and we had become quite close friends. When I say close friends I mean close in more ways that one. Adele was a very pretty girl with long, sexy tanned legs and wonderful blue eyes that glistened brightly as she looked at you. She had been a beauty therapist prior to a career change into the airline business. She was about 30 now and, out of uniform, still loved to wear the very short skirts that I myself prefer. As I chatted quietly to her now, sitting on the small seats in the galley, bringing each other up to date with our lives since we had last met, my mind drifted back to that wonderful night we had spent together in the sin city of Bangkok after getting ourselves a little tipsy in the hotel bar. The drinks had made us both a little fruity; and with the men in the flight crew out on the town we had ended up making our own entertainment in her hotel bedroom. Her long sexy legs stretched out on the bed beside me… but I digress.