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This was my first flight in Mexico City. I was at my hotel when I received an unexpected call from the airline. The airline asked me to be on standby since the other flight attendant may not be able to work on that flight. I would be able to cover for her just in case she couldn’t make it on that flight. So one late afternoon, I was asked to go to the airport and get an update. If I was needed, I would take on that flight. If not, then I would go back to my hotel until I take my scheduled flight the next day.

I packed my luggage and walked out of the hotel to discover a taxi. I was in my uniform, wearing a navy blue hat, blazer, mid thigh skirt, and heels with a white blouse navy blue, yellow and white scarf and nude stockings. I walked towards the first taxi and the driver got out of the taxi. He was very chubby, around mid 30s, and was wearing a green collar shirt, blue jeans and brown shoes. He was looking at my legs then into my blue eyes. He asked where I was going. I told him to the airport. He said he could take me there and I handed him my luggage. He put my luggage in the trunk and I sat in the back seat. He closed the trunk and went to his driver’s seat.

He drove and I saw his tattoo all over his arms. I started to smell weed. He chatted with me and asked where I was flying next. I told him Frankfurt. He asked if I had fun here in Mexico City. I said, “my layover was cut a bit short since I’m on standby.” He looked at me in the rear view mirror. He complimented me about how pretty I was. We were getting stuck in traffic and I looked at my watch. I asked the him, “how much longer until we reach the airport?” He said about 45 minutes. I knew I would reach the airport on time. I reached for my cosmetic mirror and put on some fresh makeup to make myself look good. I also sprayed perfume to myself to get rid of the weed smell. I noticed he was looking at me in the rear view mirror. During the stop and go traffic, there were some beggars knocking on my window. I was afraid and decided not to give them anything.

As soon as we arrived at the terminal 1 airport, I looked at the meter that showed around 200 pesos, which was about 10 euros. I looked through my purse and handed him my credit card. He pointed to the small sign that showed “cash only” in Spanish. I told him I didn’t know Spanish at all and said that I could go to the ATM machine to withdraw some cash. He looked at me in the mirror. He called me a liar and said that I would run away and not pay him the money. I didn’t want to make a scene at the airport. He looked so angry and I said, “I’m really sorry! I didn’t know.” I asked him, “how can I pay you? I’m willing to find a way to pay you.” He turned around and looked at my crossed legs in nude stockings and navy blue uniform. I felt so guilty at this point. He asked, “how about a quick sex with a wrestler?” Oh my god, I was shocked when he said that. I asked, “who is the wrestler?” I saw him pointed at himself and that was when I knew what he wanted. I frowned at him. I looked out the window and saw people walking into the terminal while I was trapped inside his taxi. I had no choice and I felt so dumb for not bringing any cash. I didn’t know what to do and I had to get to the airport. I knew I had some time to do it. He asked, “so deal?” I told him, “I’m not on birth control.” He said, “I will pull out, ok?” I felt so pity for him and after I wondered about it, I trusted him and looked at him in the eyes and said, “ok.” I saw him grinning and I knew there was no turning back. I felt nervous and my heart was beating faster. He droved the taxi to the parking lot in front of the terminal and parked the taxi in a private spot.

He got out of the taxi and slided the front seats forward to make room in the back seat. I took off my seatbelt and he made sure all the doors were locked and sat on the seat next to me. He unfastened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Then, he pushed down his jeans and underwear, exposing himself while I watched him. I took off my uniform hat. He looked at me, expecting me to make a move. I didn’t want to waste anymore time and I started rubbing his penis. He grew harder and he put his right arm around my shoulder and started kissing me. After he made out with me, he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards his penis. I leaned sideways and started wrapping my red lips around his penis. I heard him moaning with lust and joy while I blew him. I felt his hands fingering on my blonde silky hair in a bun. I continued to bob up and down his shaft. As I took him at the back of my throat, I felt his hand on my stockings and he reached between my legs under my skirt. He was rubbing against my panty. I felt so wet for a random guy who wasn’t my type.

He pushed me away from him and I looked at him to see what he wanted. He grabbed my legs and I leaned back on my elbow and faced him. As I get into my seductive position, I pulled my skirt up and exposed my red lace panty to him. He loved what he saw and wasted no time in getting on the backseat in front of me as he pushed the back of my legs towards me. I watched him between my legs as he played his penis. He smeared his precum on my red lace panty, making a mark on me. As he pulled my panty to the side, I pulled and hold at the back of my legs up towards my chest and he guided his hardened penis against my clean shaved slit.

He moved his hips towards me and I felt him stretching into me. I took a big risk and felt him bare inside of me. I started to moan and hoped no one from outside would hear us. He was sliding in and out faster and deeper until I felt his head stabbing my cervix. He moaned in Spanish and I could smell weed through his bad breath. I could tell he enjoyed every part of me and I felt so hot for him. He looked at me and said, “you’re my gringa,” and I looked away, not knowing what it meant. He moaned lustfully again in Spanish. He fucked me harder and slammed himself into me. His wrestler body was rough as he was using my elegant body. I was indulging into the lust for sex. I felt myself tightened around him and he looked overexcited. He asked me to cum as his balls were hitting me each time he thrusted. I nod yes and I felt so helpless. “Oh god, YES!” I moaned and tightened around his shaft. My juices were around him as I cum on this stranger’s bare penis. Gosh, I needed that and I felt so good. I involuntarily orgasmed on him as I felt his big load of semen shooting inside me. My eyes wide opened, completely shocked, as I told him I wasn’t on birth control. I felt his semen and my juices dripping down as he shot another load of semen. He moaned again in Spanish. I looked at myself between my legs as our fluids were mixed up and dripping on my panty. “You’re so hot,” he told me and pat my head lightly. This bastard didn’t pull out and was just using me for his pleasure. I could get pregnant but I enjoyed the sex regardless. He didn’t last long. He pulled out his penis and I started cleaning myself up. I fixed myself and sprayed perfume as I didn’t want security to smell weed from me. He cleaned himself and put on his pants. He got into the driver’s seat and unlocked the trunk. He told me, “now get the fuck out” and called me a gringa when he looked at me in the rear view mirror for the last time. So I got out of the taxi, opened the trunk to get my luggage and he drove off.

I walked to the terminal and I saw a pharmacy inside the airport. I looked at my watch and I had a few minutes to spare and walked into the pharmacy. While I felt myself soaking in my panty, I told the cashier that I was in a hurry and needed emergency pills. She looked at me in a disgusted way. I bought the pills and water and walked to the women’s restroom to take the pills. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t believe what just happened. I calmed myself and caught my breath before I walked out of the restroom to report to the manager at the airline for standby. A few minutes later, the manager told me I was no longer needed for today’s flight and he saw my sigh of relief. I couldn’t believe I went through this trouble for nothing. I withdrew cash from the ATM and went back to my hotel that evening to relax before taking my scheduled flight the next day. I was still shocked I had sex with a “wrestler,” who had tattoo all over his arms and was smoking weed. I felt so cheap and worthless to accept his offer in exchanged for only 200 pesos taxi fare. He got what he wanted.

NSFW: yes

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