For many flight attendants, the opportunity to travel to different cities and countries and explore their history and culture is one of the biggest perks of the job. But for me, the chance to travel to different cities and countries to indulge in numerous sexual encounters with co-workers, pilots, passengers, new friends, and anonymous strangers was the ultimate perk of my flight attendant career.
I have never had a bad experience or one that I ever regretted taking part in. One of my memorable ventures occurred late in my career when I had the chance to work a flight to Tahiti. The layover time was only twenty-four hours, but I wasn’t concerned. I managed to pack quite a few sexual encounters in that short time during previous layovers.
During the flight, I talked to Toni, one of the other flight attendants, who told me about a place in Tahiti that I might enjoy experiencing.
“Really? What is it?” I asked.
“It’s a spa with special massages. I think you will love the experience. I’ll give you the info later,” she said, and we returned to our duties.
The flight was mostly uneventful. Toni managed to stop by with the name and address of the spa she told me about earlier. It was called Tarita’s. Toni also wrote down the type of massage I should ask for. It was a hard name to pronounce, but it was spelled “Daugarogaro Taa E massage.” I asked Toni what it meant, but she was very cryptic and insisted I would love it.
The airline had a small bus to transport us to the flight crew hotel. We checked in and headed to our rooms.
I changed out of my uniform and pulled the note from Toni out of my pocket. I wasn’t tired, so I decided to treat myself to a massage. I changed into a short sundress and a comfortable pair of sandals, nothing else. From Toni’s cryptic comments, I figured I’d be naked during the massage, so why add more clothes. Besides, I love the freedom I feel when I am naked under a short, flimsy dress.
After a brief taxi ride to the spa, I was warmly greeted by an attractive young woman at the front desk. I showed her Toni’s note and asked about a Daugarogaro Taa E massage.
She smiled and said, “It means special sensual massage.”
“How sensual is it?” I asked curiously.
She laughed and said, “As sensual as you want it.”
Then she pulled out a book of portfolios and led me off to the side. “Look through the portfolios and pick a masseur or a masseuse if you prefer,” she said.
I opened the cover and was surprised to see that all the masseurs and masseuses were naked in their portfolios. The portfolios listed their names, age, length of employment, height, and weight.
I found an interest in a tall, handsome, powerfully built young man named Toanui. He was twenty-five years old and worked as a masseur for five years. He was six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds, and his cock measured a solid, thick eight inches.
The young woman at the desk said, “You chose wisely.” Then she took me into a locker room. She handed me a short silk robe and told me to change. I quickly removed my dress and heels, donned the silk robe, and stepped out of the locker room into the hallway.
The young woman was waiting and led me to a private bathing area. After a shower, she led me to a private massage room. She told me to get comfortable.
The room was decorated in a Polynesian motif. A massage table took up the center of the room. A couple of cabinets stood at one wall, along with a table with a supply of towels and various bottles of oil and lotions.
Another wall was covered with a mirror. I stood before the mirror, stared at my reflection, and smiled. I let the robe slide off my shoulders and gather around my ankles as I stood completely naked and admired my beautiful body in the mirror. Forgetting about where I was at, I brought my hands up and caressed my breasts. I strummed my fingers across my nipples and watched my areolas tighten as my teats quickly extended.
“Oh, gosh, I feel so horny,” I said to myself, as I am always like this after a long flight.
My hands left my breasts and moved down my flat tummy to my pelvis and its trimmed strip of reddish hair. I closed my eyes and softly moaned as I ran my fingers down the top of my slit and aroused my clit. My body quivered, and I thought I’d better stop before I got too carried away. I gathered the robe from the floor and hung it on a hook attached to the wall.
I climbed up on the massage table and rolled onto my side, facing the mirror. In light of my unceasing vanity, I propped my upper body up on my elbow and raised my upper leg, bent at the knee, posing to myself in the mirror.
I could see why men loved to fuck me when I reached a hand between my legs and brushed my fingers back and forth across my pussy. I could already feel the warmth and moisture radiating from within.
I used my index and ring finger to spread the lips of my pussy as I rubbed my middle finger up and down my slippery slit. A soft moan escaped from my parted lips. Slowly, I began working my middle finger in and out of my juicy cunt, and my moans increased and rose in pitch.
I was startled when the door to the massage room opened, and Toanui entered. I was surprised to see two more masseurs follow behind him. I recognized them from their portfolios. My biggest surprise was to see all three of them naked as they walked in.
They approached three sides of the massage table and surrounded me. Some women might have been embarrassed to be caught naked with her fingers in her pussy by three handsome, equally naked young men, but I was already turned on from fingering my pussy. So, I pulled my finger from my juice hole and stuck it in my mouth.
After licking my finger clean, I looked them over, one by one. The two masseurs introduced themselves as Poni and Manua. They were both in their twenties. Poni was 5’10”, muscular, with a beautiful cock. Manua was taller than Poni, had a thinner build, and had a long dick, nearly a foot long.
I turned to Toanui and asked why there were three masseurs. He said that someone had arranged for me to experience the “ultimate” massage and that I should lay back and enjoy it. I was sure it was my co-worker, Toni, who suggested this place.
They told me to lay flat on my stomach. I did as they said and turned my face towards the mirror. The three young men poured oil on their hands and began the massage.
Toanui started at my neck and shoulders and worked his way down my back. Poni started on my right foot, Manua on my left foot. Both men massaged the toes, soles, and heels before venturing up my legs. I had six hands, twenty-four fingers, and six thumbs working on me. It was a wonderful feeling.
Toanui poured a generous amount of oil onto the small of my back and massaged it further down my derriere. He squeezed and kneaded my fleshy globes before letting his fingers ease between the cheeks of my ass. Poni and Manua had each worked their hands to the tops of my thighs. The three worked as a team. They were in perfect sync.