Diana DeGrow smiled as she greeted the passengers boarding the Airbus A350 for their flight to Charles de Gaulle. She loved this flight, especially when she managed to snag the Delta One section of the plane. There were always such interesting passengers among those who could afford the top-tier seats. And always at least one who was happy to be Diana’s willing victim.

Her huge breasts had always been fodder for the late teen and early twenty-something boys who called her Diana does grow! It didn’t bother her. She was proud of her hot body and buxom chest. She thought it was ironic that while her boobs didn’t do anymore growing, the sight of them made the boys grow every time.

After college, she snagged a position with a little regional airline but was asked to resign when the pilot’s wife caught her in the cockpit with his dick in her mouth. She found a better position with his glowing reference and had worked her way up the ladder. Still, she was overtly sensual and considered more than a little dirty by her peers.

Dirty Diana had a reputation for being salaciously naughty. However, since passengers were loath to report her inappropriate conduct, she continued to be employed as a flight attendant. Although some crew members were offended by her behavior, they looked the other way since she was also incredibly good at her job. She never shirked her responsibilities in favor of her lurid proclivities. She was careful to ensure her coworkers and passengers had everything they needed before she partook in her dirty little sex games in the sky.

It all started quite innocently. Diana would provide a blanket for a passenger to hide their greedy little masturbating fingers or stand guard at the lavatory door so a man could induct his latest conquest into the Mile High Club. But eventually, Diana started interacting with those passengers whose needs required an eager participant.

While she had once fancied herself a lesbian, these days she considered herself bisexual. Though she preferred women, she couldn’t deny that a hot, hard cock inside her from time to time was divine.

She eyed each passenger carefully as they got situated, offered them drinks before takeoff, and surveyed who might be amenable to some extracurricular activities at 35,000 feet above the earth.

Occasionally, a flight would be a bust, or Diana was simply too tired to engage in wayward fun. But today, she was feeling lucky. Today, she spied a couple who exuded sexuality and decided it might be time for her first high-in-the-sky threesome. Logistics being what they were, this would be tricky. But she was always up for a challenge.

She went about her usual tasks, ensuring that her passengers were comfortable. Once in the air, she paid extra attention to the couple in seats 9B and 9C, Mr. and Mrs. Devonshire. They were easy on the eyes, and a quick inspection showed she’d chosen well— the man sported a healthy bulge. Diana felt herself go damp as she concocted a plan to enjoy the lovely redhead and her tall, dark, and very handsome man.

Once they had reached 10,000 feet, she used the microphone to make her standard announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the use of approved portable electronic devices is now permitted. Due to the cruising altitude of our flight, the use of portable electronic devices will not be permitted. For your continued safety, please keep your seat belt fastened at all times, even if the captain turns off the Fasten Seat Belt sign.”

When it was time to serve dinner to the Delta One cabin guests, she made sure every passenger was well taken care of before she approached her chosen couple to spend a little time feeling them out, so to speak.

They informed her they would be spending a week in Paris and wondered if she was aware of any adult clubs they could visit. Diana grinned wickedly. Jackpot! This would be the perfect couple to play with once the lights went out. Flirting shamelessly with both the man and the woman, she assured them that she could recommend several places.

“Use the free WiFi and look up a place called Eclipse Love Spa. If that suits your fancy, I can get you a discount there, Mr. Devonshire,” she said, exuding sexuality.

“Please, call me Nate. My wife, Sarah, and I are grateful for your assistance,” he said.

“Well, if there is anything else I can do for you—anything at all—please don’t hesitate to let me know,” Diana purred. She looked directly at Mrs. Devonshire and licked her lips seductively. When she saw the pretty red-haired woman’s eyes go glassy, she knew she’d chosen well. “I’ll come back to check on you after I turn down the cabin lights.”

Diana made her rounds, completing her checklist of duties. She blocked the lavatory for the captain’s restroom break and smiled innocently when he laughed.

“I know that look,” Captain Steve Anstead said, smirking. “Dirty Diana is up to no good.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Captain,” she said, batting her eyelashes.

“Ah, if only I were the kind of man who would cheat on my wife, I’d snatch you up and show you my cock… cockpit, that is.”

“Well, if that day ever comes, you just let me know.”

The fact that it took the captain a few extra moments in the lavatory either meant his erection was making it hard to pee or that he did a quick load by hand. Either way, Diana was pleased that she had that effect on a man who was one of the good guys. It was well-known that Steve loved his wife and didn’t stray. But he was a man, after all, and a look at her DDs and the knowledge that she’d be having sex before the plane landed made it hard for his manhood to stay flaccid.

After everyone was settled in with their seats lying flat for an in-flight slumber, Diana did one final round to ensure her passengers were asleep. Then she made a beeline for row 9 to check on the Devonshires and was unsurprised to find them awake despite their reclined position.

“Do you need anything, Mrs. Devonshire?” she asked innocently.

Sarah Devonshire downed her glass of wine and said, “What I need is not something I can ask for on an airplane.”

“Sarah!” her husband hissed admonishingly.

Diana leaned down, exposing the tantalizing cleavage of her ample breasts. “That can be arranged,” she whispered hoarsely.

Nate Devonshire’s demeanor shifted from embarrassed to intrigued. “Oh?”

“Indeed. In fact, I’d like nothing more than to give Sarah my top-notch service while you enjoy the view.”

“Here? In the seats? Won’t you get in trouble?” he asked.

“My crewmates and the captain are well aware that I take my customer service to the next level. And the other passengers are all sleeping. So, how about I let my fingers do the walking up Sarah’s thighs until they find the not-so-hidden treasure that needs my attention, while you use your hands to enhance the pleasure of watching your wife’s face as she enjoys? If you can hold off your climax until after I make your wife cum hard, I’ll lean over and you can shoot your load in my mouth. Sound good?”

“Oh, God, yes! Sarah, lie back and let the flight attendant attend to your needs,” Nate instructed his wife.

Diana opened the sliding door and entered the cubicle where Sarah Devonshire lay, sans panties and legs parted.

“Before I touch you, Sarah, I need to hear the words from your lips that you want me to pleasure you,” Diana said cautiously.

Sarah looked at Diana and said, “I’ve never wanted anything more. Please, Diana, be my first experience with a woman and make me cum with your fingers while my husband watches me.”

Diana smiled and turned off the mini recorder in her pocket, content with the consent recorded. She wet her fingers with her own juices and teased a single finger along the very wet slit of Mrs. Devonshire.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Nate hissed, spitting on his hand to stroke his dick.

“We’re only getting started, Mr. Devonshire.”

To be continued…