How many times do we men daydream about a woman in uniform? And above all else, nothing gets my attention more than a pretty cabin attendant. It varies according to the airline, but some of the uniforms are very sexily designed, and I’m sure that some of the more adventurous attendants know exactly what their male (and perhaps female) passengers are fantasising about when they step on board. I like to imagine that they decide to wear their skirt slightly higher than regulation, perhaps apply more red lipstick and make-up than strictly necessary, or opt to wear stockings that might be on show if they’re not too careful when moving around the cabin. Does this all make me sound like a voyeuristic sex pest? I guess so. 

These were the thoughts running through my mind before my recent overnight flight from Singapore. I was greeted at the aircraft door by a very lovely attendant named Nicola, who looked gorgeous with her long blonde hair and shapely legs. I resisted the urge to look her up and down on the basis that I’d automatically be put on her dirty old man list, and headed to my seat. I was lucky enough to be in the business section, so settled down to enjoy the service. I was delighted to find that Nicola was on duty in my section of the plane, and we had our first exchange as she served the welcome drink.

“Good evening Mr Smith. I’m delighted you can join us again. I’m Nicola, and please don't be shy in asking for anything you need during the flight.”

Was that a deliberately flirtatious comment? A standard company line that my twisted mind was reading far too much into? I hesitated before replying, not wanting to create the wrong impression.

“Thank you Nicola. It’s been a long and difficult day, which is now improving by the minute.”

Nothing too forward about that line. It could be interpreted any number of ways, which was my intention of course. Nicola’s half smile and body language suggested that I’d kept to the right side of the line as she moved on to the next passenger. But really, John. Stop. Grow up. Who are you kidding? Cabin attendants don’t fuck passengers. Never. Ever. Switch on the movie, enjoy the free booze, and maybe have a wank about Nicola when everyone's asleep.

So, what does the incorrigible voyeur do next on a flight? He thanks his lucky stars that his seat gives him an uninterrupted view of the cabin attendant’s seat facing the passenger aisle. He knows that her skirt will be riding up over her thighs when she takes her seat for take-off, and he knows that she knows that men like him are hoping for the merest glimpse between those nylon clad legs. Nicola sat pertly, arms folded neatly in her lap with her knees firmly together, looking resolutely into the middle distance as the engines roared. Forget it, John.

As the plane climbed and banked I stole the odd glance in her direction. She caught me looking at her, and smiled her charming, well-rehearsed corporate smile. She then started talking to her colleague seated next to her, which allowed me to keep my attention on her for longer, my eyes now firmly lowered towards her legs. She crossed them after a few moments, but in such a way that allowed the briefest of peeks. My pulse quickened. Was that deliberate? It wasn’t the usual protect-your-modesty move with hands firmly pulling down the skirt, and legs sliding closely over each other.

Shit. Caught in the act. I looked up and saw Nicola staring straight at me. Her expression was enigmatic though. Definitely not the disdainful “you sad man” look that I was very familiar with in similar previous situations. You’re imagining things, John. Switch on the movie and behave.          

Before long it was time for the meal service and my next encounter with Nicola.

“Can I offer you a drink, Mr Smith?”

“Err, yes, a glass of champagne please.”

“My favourite. I’d join you if I was allowed.”

Hang on. Wait a minute. I’m not sure that line was open to much interpretation. Choose your next words carefully John. Nothing slimy. Might the door be slightly ajar?

“Oh. What a shame! I guess you can’t get off duty in your job.”

There was a momentary pause as Nicola considered my response. She must get this all the time, I thought. Tiresome businessmen choosing to interpret her professional charm for flirting and making clumsy comments that needed to be soundly rebuffed. Nice try, John. Move on.

“Well, Mr Smith. It’s not all work on these flights.” Nicola let the phrase hang. “Business and pleasure can sometimes be mixed.”

She moved on down the cabin.

Well. Over to you, John. My mind was now all over the place and my cock was twitching. Surely she wasn’t suggesting… was she? I was now at a psychological crossroads. One of those situations you so rarely find yourself in when the thing that has always been an impossible fantasy miraculously presents itself as a possible reality. But do you stick or twist? Fuck it. This was too good an opportunity to let slip.

The question now was how exactly this was going to play out. I sipped my champagne and waited for Nicola to return. She was back within a few minutes with the champagne bottle, and so the game began.

“You look as if you can take some more Mr Smith?” She half-smiled as she poured. Good line, and I smiled back.

She then squatted down facing me to fetch the food tray from the trolley. This must be the single action that cabin attendants rehearse the most. At floor level the seated passenger has the perfect potential upskirt view, and I have always admired (with a sigh of disappointment) the skill of cabin crew pulling this off without the slightest parting of the knees. But not Nicola. As she was reaching for the tray, she parted her legs just enough for me to see a lacy stocking top, creamy thigh, and fuck, no panties.

“Enjoy your meal, Mr Smith. I’ll be back later if you’d like any second helpings.”

“Thank you, Nicola. I was wondering if there are any treats you can offer me once the lights go out? I don’t sleep well on planes.”

 “Well, Mr Smith. I do have something very special you could eat. Just come and find me in the galley kitchen a little later.”

Scarcely believing that my wildest fantasy was possibly going to come true, I ate my meal in a daze and waited until the cabin lights were dimmed and heard the snores of the passengers who had turned in for the night. With a dry mouth, I unbuckled my seat belt and made my way forward to the galley. Nicola was sitting down next her colleague and looked up with a big smile as I approached.

“Hello, Mr Smith. Are you hungry?”

“I am, Nicola. What's on the menu?”

I wondered how her colleague would react to our conversation, and still had no idea how this was going to work out. But Nicola gave her a conspiratorial wink and asked me to follow her further forward in the plane. We were now in the first class area in front of a short staircase, and the penny finally dropped. I’d heard about the exclusive suites on these planes, private self-contained bedrooms that were available to the high rollers that could afford them. I followed Nicola and watched as she produced a key and unlocked one of the suite doors.

“Come in, Mr Smith. You’re fortunate that we’re not fully booked tonight.”

There was something sexy and seductive about the way she addressed me so formally, so I decided not to ask her to call me by my first name.

“This is wonderful, Nicola. I’d love to know about the treats you can have in here.”

Nicola smiled, hitched up her skirt to reveal the gorgeous thighs I had caught a glimpse of not long ago, and my eyes popped as I saw her panty-less pussy, perfectly smooth with a little landing strip.

“Eat my cunt you dirty fucker,” she ordered and laid back on the bed with her thighs wide apart.

The contrast of her previously demure manners combined with the filthiness of her mouth hit the perfect note as I knelt down, inhaled the sweet musk of her labia, and began to feast on her.

My tongue worked its way around her soft inner thighs, gently kissing the smooth skin before I began to lick gently at her outer pussy lips. Nicola began to moan softly and push her hips into my face as I worked slowly towards her little clit. I pushed my tongue into her wet fuck hole, tasting the heady juices that began to flow in little rivulets into my mouth, and then flicked softly and then harder at her button.

“Fuck, yesssss!” Nicola gasped as I began to torment her with my tongue and inserted one, then two fingers into her sopping cunt.

Her hips began to buck up and down to the rhythm of my licking, and I could hear her breath coming in shorter, more ragged gasps as I drove my fingers deeper into her depths.

The noises from her mouth were becoming more guttural and animalistic as her body began to tense, almost as if she was trying to aggressively expel something from her inner core. I felt her body tense almost to a standstill for a second, before she bit her arm to stifle a long groaning wail. I felt a gush of hot juice over my face as she grabbed my head and writhed uncontrollably on my tongue. Her body quivered in spasms as she came down from the orgasm, and her panting gasps slowly began to relent.

“Fuck, Mr Smith, you know how to eat a pussy! I haven’t got much time though, so get you cock in me quick.”

My trousers were off in seconds, and I sighed as I was finally able to release my straining cock from the restrictive underwear. I positioned the glistening head at the entrance to her cunt and then closed my eyes in ecstasy as I slid my rigid cock into her hot, tight, wet pussy.

I fucked her urgently, my lust inflamed by the sight of her skirt around her hips and her gorgeous nylon-clad legs. Her eyes were closed as she savoured the delicious friction and began to rub her clit furiously as I pounded into her.

 “Shit, Nicola. I’m not going to last long,” I gasped as I felt the pressure in my balls begin to build.   

“Fuck me harder. Cum in me!” was all she could shout amongst a string of filthy obscenities pouring from her mouth.

I tried hard to hold on, hoping that she would come again before I had to let go, but it was impossible as I felt her pussy walls squeezing my shaft on every thrust. I began to groan as my stomach clenched and I felt the hot seed rising through my cock.

“Oh yes Nicola, oh yes… fuck… here it comes!” I gasped through gritted teeth, which was enough to drive Nicola to another orgasm as she heard my moans.

“Oh God, oh God…. yes, yes, yessssss!” she screamed, rubbing her clit furiously and making no attempt to cover her mouth this time.

I groaned and jerked my hips as I pumped jets of cum into her pussy for what felt like minutes. I’d never come so hard in my life and was trembling all over as I spasmed uncontrollably, feeling the last drops of my seed fill her up.

I slumped onto her, both of us breathing heavily as we recovered, my cock still stiff and buried deep inside her.

“Thank you, Mr Smith. You’ve confirmed all my suspicions,” said Nicola once she’d got her breath back.

“What do you mean?” I asked

“I love older guys, and fuck as many as I can on these flights. My little tease act worked on you, and I had a feeling you’d get me off.”

“Well, I’m flattered to hear that, Nicola. I can die happy now.”

 “My colleague likes to get in on the action too. If you can manage it, she’ll be free in a couple of hours…”