She was a dream come true; everything he had fantasized about in a woman ever since he reached puberty.
She was tall and lean, with a swimsuit model kind of body. The blue uniform she was wearing highlighted all her best parts, and her full lips were painted a soft shade of red that drove him wild. Her hair hung prettily down her back, but that wasn’t what attracted him the most about her.
It was the way the pantyhose she was wearing embraced her gorgeous, long legs. He couldn’t get enough of it, and every time she walked back and forth in that long corridor, he stared at her with great delight.
Mark wasn’t a bad looking guy himself and noticed her smiling his way every time their eyes met. She seemed to realize the way he was staring her way and didn’t seem to mind.
“Can I help you with anything else, sir?” she asked, leaning in to whisper since most of the passengers were sleeping already. It was a long flight, and most people were distracted with their own thoughts or napping the hours away.
“Please, call me Mark,” he replied, looking down at her long, gorgeous legs. Oh, the way the soft fabric embraced her thighs, it drove him mad with desire. He felt himself grow excited, and though it was inappropriate, he wanted so much more than just watching her.
Would she be open to him attempting to seduce her? Or was she just smiling and being nice to him just like he would with any other customer? He wasn’t sure, at least not yet, so he limited himself to enjoying the view instead.
“Mark, I like the sound of that. You can call me Alice,” she replied and seemed to follow his gaze down her legs. “Is there something that interests you, Mark?”
He gulped for an instant, trying to figure out if he should try and flirt with her or apologize and try to get some sleep.
Something in the way she stared at him, something in her bright blue eyes, made him feel he had a chance in hell.
“Your legs. They look so good in those pantyhose. Do you ever wear dark ones instead of the beige ones that come with your uniform?”
For a tense moment, Mark sat there quietly, staring her way, wondering if she’d slap him, laugh it off, or perhaps, if he was lucky enough, feel flattered.
“I do, from time to time,” she finally replied, and the playful grin on her full lips let him know she was into him. Finally, he knew he could try and seduce her without feeling like a complete creep. “You like pantyhose, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes, but I especially like them on a gal like you,” he replied, smirking seductively, and she muffled a soft giggle to avoid anyone else realizing she was flirting with a customer.
“Do you want to touch it?” she asked, leaning her leg forward just an inch or two, but enough for him to stretch his fingers and touch it without anyone else noticing. He did so, and oh, her thighs felt so incredibly soft and silky with those long, stunning stockings.
The nylon stretched around her slender, gorgeous legs, embracing her body in ways that made him feel feverish, aching for a good, long fuck. He wondered if he could fuck her with them on, ripping a hole over her pussy, and simply sliding her panties to the side. It would be so hot, being able to run his hands up and down her thighs while he plunged into her again and again.
Her already stunning legs were even more defined with those pantyhose on, and fuck, it felt so good to caress her thigh over it. So soft, silky, perfect. He wanted so much more, ached for so much more.
“I have to see if anyone else needs something, but I’ll return later tonight, OK, handsome?” She purred, and he immediately nodded, giving her inner thigh a little squeeze, feeling that soft, silky fabric caressing his fingertips.
“Hell, yes,” he replied at once and watched her walk away. There was something so incredibly sensual, so enticing about her, and now he knew he had a chance with the sexy stewardess that had blown his mind.
It was almost half an hour later when she approached him again. He had been awfully entertained in the meantime, though, watching her walk back and forth, staring openly at her long legs, watching the way her thighs were framed so beautifully by the beige nylon. And her skirt was short enough to give him a great glimpse, too.
“Enjoying the show?” she asked as she leaned in to speak to him again. He stared up into those gorgeous blue eyes and nodded.
“Oh, yes. I can’t get my eyes off you, Alice.” Mark whispered back, biting his lower lip, filled with great desire. “God, I wish I could do far more than stare.”
“Well, you have the chance, handsome. I have a little break. If you go to the toilet now, I’ll join you in two minutes. Do you feel like joining the mile high club?”
He felt his entire body burning up, and he immediately nodded, standing up and giving her a last look, before walking toward the toilet. He needed her so badly, his cock throbbing in his pants. He couldn’t believe what was supposed to be a routine; dull flight was tuning out to be the best night of his life.
He closed the door behind him but didn’t lock it, his heart pounding so fast that he was certain every single passenger on board would be able to hear it.
About a minute later, the door opened again, and the gorgeous stewardess stepped inside, a sensual little smirk dancing on her full lips. He didn’t waste any time, kissing her passionately, pressing her lithe, tall body against the door. Their tongues danced together, wild with desire. They had been seducing each other from a distance for about an hour and a half, and now that they could finally touch, it felt like an explosion of aching and pleasure.
It didn’t take him long to reach down to her thighs, feeling the incredibly soft material just underneath his fingertips. Now that he could touch her legs without having to be coy about it, he could really feel her up the way he wanted to, without holding back. His fingers sunk against the pantyhose, against her long, firm legs.
“Do you have another pair of pantyhose?” he grunted against her lips, and she gave him a curious look, raising her brows sharply.
“I do; why?”
“I want to rip a hole in them,” he replied, feeling his breath grow heavier just by uttering those words. She leaned her head away from him, taking a moment to stare into his eyes before giggling softly.
“Fuck, you’re kinky, aren’t you?” she asked, licking her lower lip and finally nodding. “Yes, I have another pair on board.”
He groaned with arousal as she reached out and caressed his cock over his pants. She was clearly incredibly aroused by his attitude.
She unzipped his pants, allowing her fingers to slide inside, caressing his cock now above just a single layer of fabric.
Mark finally could do what he had been aching to do all night long, ever since he first laid eyes on her. He slid his fingers up her thighs, reaching just underneath her skirt and discovering her sexuality. Her panties were already moist by then; it was clear she was incredibly titillated by his attitude, the desire he showed for her.