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As I walked through the aisles during a long-haul flight, I noticed a man who kept staring at me. His eyes followed me as I passed by, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. He was tall and muscular, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to penetrate my soul. I tried to ignore him and continue my duties, but I couldn’t help but glance in his direction every now and then.
As the flight progressed, the man became more daring, reaching out to touch me whenever I passed by. His hands lingered on my hips and waist, sending shivers down my spine. I tried to withstand, reminding myself of my professional obligations, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to control my desires.
The more he touched me, the more aroused I became. My nipples hardened, and I could feel my clit throbbing with need. I wanted him so badly, but I knew I couldn’t give in to my urges while on duty.
After a few moments of inner conflict, I decided to excuse myself and head to the restroom to relieve the tension that had been building inside me. Locking myself in the tiny cubicle, I fished out a small pocket masturbator from my purse and slipped it inside my soaked pussy.
As I began to pump it in and out of me, I closed my eyes and imagined that it was the passenger’s cock penetrating me. My hips bucked involuntarily, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud.
Within moments, I felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm wash over me, and I let out a low groan as I climaxed hard, my body shuddering with pleasure. Panting and sweating, I composed myself as best I could before returning to my duties, hoping that no one had heard my cries of ecstasy.
When we finally reached cruising altitude, the man stood up and motioned for me to follow him to the lavatory. I hesitated, knowing that it was against business policy to engage in sexual activities with passengers. But the temptation was too strong, and I found myself following him into the tiny bathroom.
As soon as the door closed, the man pushed me against the wall and began kissing me passionately. His hands roamed over my body, pulling my blouse open to reveal my lacy bra. He tore off my skirt and pulled down my underwear, revealing my already wet pussy. I moaned as he touched me, feeling his fingers slip inside me with ease.
I knew we had to be quick, so I quickly dropped to my knees and took his thick cock into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure as I worked my tongue around his shaft, taking him deep into my throat. It wasn’t long before he was close to cumming, and I prepared myself for the inevitable.
But instead of finishing in my mouth, he pushed me onto the toilet seat and began fucking me hard and fast. His thrusts were powerful and deep, making me scream out in pleasure. I felt his cock swelling inside me, stretching me to my limits, and then suddenly, he exploded, filling me with his hot cum. I could feel his warm seed spurting inside me, coating my walls and trickling down to my thighs. The sensation was overwhelming, and I came hard, squirting all over his lap and the toilet seat.
We both collapsed in exhaustion, panting heavily and sweating profusely. I could feel his cum leaking out of me and trickling down my thighs, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was the intense pleasure we had shared in that small, cramped lavatory.
After we caught our breath, the man pulled out of me and helped me stand up. As we quickly dressed and returned to our seats, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of shame wash over me. I had broken the rules, risking my job and reputation for a few moments of pleasure. But at the same time, I couldn’t deny the thrill of what had just happened, and the knowledge that I would all the time remember this encounter for the rest of my life.

NSFW: yes

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