Between Moscow and St. Petersburg Part III
Two weeks had passed since the last meeting with A. Working in aviation doesn't lend itself to frequent meetings. An unstable work schedule. Night flights. And on top of that, different airlines.
He enjoys a cup of coffee, engrossed in writing a huge message to Her, watching as the dawn reveals the beauty of the Kyrgyz mountains. She, falling asleep in the Far East, reads His message, replying with a tender note, always carefully attaching a fresh photo of her pussy in panties that aren't fresh after a tiring flight, sneakily taking the photo while in the next bed Her colleague, another young flight attendant, is already sound asleep.
Lewd correspondence with intimate
photos had become their peculiar ritual early in the morning and before going to sleep. Besides many different kinds of perversions coexisting peacefully in his head, he adored cybersex and kept every one of her slutty messages in secret folders on his phone. Every one of her intimate photos. And quite a few photos of that nature had already accumulated in the relatively short time since they'd met…Here She is in the rear airplane lavatory, recording a video for him of her peeing, and then, hastily wiping herself with a wet wipe, quickly snaps a photo of her pussy in white lace panties and, hiking up her uniform skirt and unbuttoning her bright blue uniform jacket, trying not to attract extra attention from colleagues and passengers. And then she puts herself in perfect order, adjusts her cap on her head and goes back to attending to the passengers.
And here this little slut in a hotel room is taking a shower after a difficult flight, not forgetting, besides her spare panties and silk pajamas, to take her uniform red scarf with her. Knowing that such scarves are also his fetish, she never forgets to please him, tying it impeccably neatly around her perfect neck, before taking a photo in the mirror completely naked and sending him another secret message…
And so this wonderful communication went on. Long letters with confessions, written in the cockpit by him for Her. Equally long replies, sent by Her for him. Since there's no internet in the air, he and She, as soon as their planes stopped at the gate, the engines were shut down, and the technicians put chocks under the wheels—both would first secretly check their messenger for new messages…
Winter arrived. It was another ordinary December morning. An A320neo, after a long night spent in the sky that had imperceptibly dissolved into the dawn, smoothly touches down on the concrete of the slightly crooked, long-in-need-of-repair runway of the airport in the city—the pearl of Primorye.
He literally adored such flights: a relatively calm night flight, decently paid per flight hour, plus a cozy (albeit Soviet-era) hotel with an excellent menu and the chance to go into the city again, stroll along the embankment, look at the proud gray warships peacefully resting in the port. The only downside was physical fatigue. But that was quite fixable. Among the pluses—the most pleasant one: his beloved A. was here on a business trip and flying several turnaround flights, and their crew was staying in the same hotel. And their gray plane with a red tail should also be landing any minute now…
And now, with eyes almost closing, he looks out the window of the transfer van taking the crew to rest. Half an hour of half-sleep.
Out of habit, he stops to smoke at the entrance to the reception and… sees an identical minibus pull up, from which a crew disembarks. And among them… his A.! The pilots and three girls in uniform went into the hotel. Only one remained, the most beautiful of the flight attendants.
Her smile drove him crazy.
-Hi…
An embrace. A kiss on her bright scarlet lips. And to hell with the gossip of the chatty girl colleagues. Let the whole world wait!
She also knew about their meeting. But she thought she'd arrive at the hotel a little earlier. Would have time to freshen up. But it turned out the way it was meant to. Finishing his smoke, he put his arm around her waist. Together they checked in. Each to their own room. It's just that today's colleague of A. would spend the next 24 hours alone)))
Together they headed to his room. The door hadn't even slammed shut and the key clicked in the lock before he pressed his beloved, perfect A. against the wall again and started groping her, sliding his hand under her uniform skirt… his palm landed on the lace of her panties… That's it. No strength to endure. He wants to get down on his knees. When suddenly…
-Wait a little, please. I'm just off a flight…
-So?
-Yesterday I overslept a bit and didn't have time to wash up… And I really need to pee…
Such details simply blew his mind… Not letting the girl come to her senses, he gripped her tightly and literally dragged her into the room, sat her down on the desk, hiked up her skirt and buried his nose in her crotch. A. only managed to gasp. He kissed and sniffed her. Yes… the panties smelled a bit… the scent of a slightly stale vagina and her favorite perfume. But that only intoxicated him… He sniffed, sniffed and kissed her pubic area. Not a drop of disgust. Only passion and frenzy.
-I wanted to tell you… for a long time… I want to drink you…
-Whaaat? The girl stared at him with her beautiful big eyes with long lashes
-Please, give me a drink. Pee in my mouth.
-But… how… I'm shy… I've never done that… it's… it's disgusting…
-Not at all… I've always dreamed of trying a golden shower. And I want to drink it specifically from you. I love you. Please, don't be afraid and relax.
The girl hadn't peed since last evening. The flight was extremely difficult. Lots of passengers. Service. She was busy. Holding it in. Didn't even have time, as per tradition, to take a photo for him in the lavatory.
To make it easier for her, he drew the curtains, hiding this act from the bright Far Eastern morning, and turned on the desk lamp.
He hugged the flight attendant sitting on the desk—rumpled, tired, disheveled, slightly shocked by such a request—and began kissing her again, whispering tenderly in her ear how much he missed her, how much he loved her. Not letting her get off the desk.
The girl's bladder was full. From the strong urge to pee, she hysterically squeezed her legs together.
-Sorry… I… probably… can't… let me go to the bathroom, I'll at least pee… and then we'll fuck… please….
-No need for the bathroom… give all the unnecessary stuff to me. It's not hard. Just relax your legs and it will happen by itself.
-But the panties… I'll… I'll wet them… really need to pee… don't… let me go- A. pleaded.
But he was adamant. Getting down on his knees, he pulled the girl a little closer, gently but firmly spread her stocking-clad legs, pulled her skirt back and pressed against her pussy.
-Come on, darling. Give me what you don't need. What you've been holding in all through yesterday's flight. Don't keep it inside. Let go… Relax
The urge was now unbearable. It was very hard for her to hold back and… spitting on all decency, A. relaxed her lower body. Physiology took over. And warm urine began to drip uncertainly right through the fabric of her panties… He started licking it up. And the droplets meanwhile turned into a confident little stream. Out of embarrassment, the girl covered her face with her hands.
He clung to her as if parched with thirst.
And now the last drops. That's it…
Gently kissing the wet panties, he says to her
-Thank you, my love
And again, getting up from his knees, he wants to press his lips to hers. At first, she felt awkward and disgusted. But it lasted only a fraction of a second. A passionate kiss completed the beautiful act.
From all this, his cock was rock hard. To bring things to a logical conclusion, he unzips his fly, takes it out and starts rubbing it against her legs, clad in stockings.
-Bitch, what a rush. Now you'll drink more water on flights. It's good for your health, and you'll also give me drinks after the flight.
With these words, he pulled her off the desk by the hand, bent her over against the wall, and again, without removing her skirt, moving her panties aside, entered her beloved vagina.
He fucked her very roughly this time. Without extra words. From this, the girl's breath caught. She didn't moan. Just convulsively gulped air with her lips, the lipstick on which was smeared from the kisses. From everything she'd experienced in the last half hour, an orgasm was quickly washing over her. He felt it from the convulsions and the clenching muscles of her vagina.
-My flight attendant… My beloved… My slut…
And that's all he managed to whisper before a stream of semen hit her womb.
He pulled out. Got down on his knees and started licking his semen off her labia…
Well then. Now they could take off the uniform, take a shower and fall asleep in each other's arms on the hotel bed, to wake up by lunchtime, take a taxi and go together to admire the beauties of the seaside city. After all, both their flights were only the day after tomorrow.
A wonderful morning and start to the day!