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  Mia took a chance losing her inhibitions and she got off.

  After two strangers part from a night of passion on a tropical vacation, they thought the fun in the sun was over.

  High above the ground, but seated apart, Nick and Mia would find a way to join the each other again for some action in the sky.

  To my great friend Tanya. Thanks for always making me smile.

  “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain Rod speaking. Welcome aboard flight MHC1999 nonstop from Pleasure Island to New York. Our flight time today will be about seven hours, and we will be flying at an altitude of 36000 feet. We may hit some unexpected turbulence along our travels, and we ask that you stay seated while the seat belt sign is on. Once that light is off, please feel free to move about the cabin as you wish. On behalf of myself, my copilot Dick and the flight crew, we wish you all a pleasant and relaxing flight.”

  Nick grinned, resting his head against the window. His mind immediately flashed thoughts of his invigorating sex filled weekend with a complete stranger. Fun in the sun with Mia was an understatement. It was dirty, adventurous and the best sex of his life. How many people could say they’d won an exotic weekend getaway, feeling that the real win was meeting Mia? She was the most compelling woman he’d ever met. He knew the guys back at the FDNY EMS station would never believe the things he did, he almost didn’t believe it himself. The taste of her sweet pussy lingered on his tongue and had Nick’s cock pulsing.

  This wasn’t the greatest time for a hard-on. An attractive leggy woman was strutting down the aisle towards Nick. Her high heels clicked with each graceful swing of her hips. Cool it, the flight attendant is coming. I can’t have a bulge in my pants when she gets here. Nick stretched out his legs and attempted to adjust himself before she reached him. It was going to be an extremely difficult trip back home if he couldn’t stop thinking about Mia. The flight attendant wasn’t helping the situation either.

  “Good evening Mr. Novak,” she smiled, flipping her wavy platinum blonde hair over her shoulder. She couldn’t help but notice the tremendous mass in his pants. “Um, I’m Jessie your stewardess, sorry. Was there anything I can get you? I’m Jessie,” she stammered with a blank look on her face.

  Nick raised his hand to his chin, scratching his weekend stubble and smiled. He could tell she was a little flustered from the hard-on he couldn’t hide from her. “Hello Jessie. A blanket and a double scotch would be great,” he requested, giving her a wink, “oh and a couple of those little bags of nuts?”

  “Sure thing Mr. Novak,” Jessie replied, locking eyes with his. She noticed his cute dimples when he smiled. “If there’s anything else I can get you, anything at all,” she leaned forward flaunting her cleavage, “don’t hesitate to ask.”

  “Great, thanks,” Nick smirked. He was more than flattered that she was flirting, but his mind was dead set on someone else. “Oh wait!” Nick gestured her back towards him.

  “Yes Mr. Novak?”

  “There was a woman I spent the weekend with at the resort. Her name is Mia, she has strawberry blonde hair. Do you happen to know if she’s on this flight? I’m pretty sure she is, but I lost her before we boarded.”

  “I’m not certain but I’ll have a look at the seating chart for you,” she grinned, squinting her eyes giving him a devilish look. “I’ll check on that while I get your requests.”

  “Thanks Jessie. You’re a doll,” Nick winked again. If being extra friendly could help him find Mia, he would use his Brooklyn Italian charm to his advantage.

  As Nick patiently waited for the information, he closed his eyes thinking of the crazy shit he had done over the past two and a half days. Voyeurism and public sex was new to him. His previous girlfriends were generic when it came to fucking. None of them were into the sexual things he enjoyed doing or wanted to try. His inner beast had been held back by the women he had dated. It would explain why he was thirty-three years old and not settled down yet. He hadn’t found the right woman for him to unleash his sexual desires on. Then he met Mia.

  Shit! Shit! Shit! Where the fuck did I put that disposable camera? In a panic, Mia rummaged through her purse, searching for the camera that was given in her gift basket. If she never saw Nick’s face in person again, at least she had the memories and the pictures to go with it. I hope I didn’t forget it in the room. Oh my god, that would be mortifying. The last thing I need is for someone to develop them. All those naughty pictures of him, oh god and myself! Mia grinned recalling just how daring she had been over the weekend.

  Unable to find it, she tossed her bag back to the empty seat next to hers. In her feeble attempt to put down her purse, it hit the armrest, spilling half the contents out across the aisle floor. “Fuck, what an idiot,” she muttered, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Well that was fast. She felt that was the beginning of the end of her lucky streak. It was inevitable that after a win of a vacation, meeting Nick, and scoring first class seats, that it wouldn’t last much past that. She was fine with it. Her good fortune would even out with misfortune. It never failed.

  Mia unbuckled her seat belt, got down on her knees and scoured the floor for her belongings. It wasn’t the first time she had been on her knees in the past twenty-four hours. Her one night with Nick’s cock in her was unbelievable. His dick was sinful, matching his well-defined body, his charming smile and his dirty mind. Oh his filthy dirty mind. His cock pounding me, his tight ass clenching each time he drilled it in me, his tongue buried deep in my pussy. Fuck that was hot.

  “Ms? Ms. Mason?”

  Snapping out of her trance, she found herself not only drooling, but on all fours with her ass in the air. Whoever was standing behind her was getting a feast for their eyes. Still searching with her head down, she crawled herself around to find a pair of well-polished shoes standing before for. She sat up stopping directly in front of a sky blue covered groin. Mia drew the back of her left hand across the bottom of her lip, wiping away the embarrassment running down her chin. Mmm what’s this? Her eyes gazed up even further to find a cute, dirty-blonde, confused looking flight attendant.

  “Ms. Mason? Is there something I can help you with?” he asked. He couldn’t help but notice the clear view down her top to her buxom breasts as he questioned her. Feeling a slight twitch in his boxers, he rapidly made eye contact trying not to think of her bountiful tits.

  “Oh, um, I’ve accidentally lost the contents of my purse on the floor,” Mia stated, reaching under one of the seats to grab her keys, “I’ve gathered most of it.”

  “Let me help you with that Ms. Mason,” he offered, bending down to help, “It’s my job.”

  As he got closer to Mia, he closed his eyes, deeply inhaling her refreshing scent of pineapple that lingered in her hair. “Mmm, you smell good,” he whispered, hoping she didn’t hear him.

  “Thank you, um?”

  “Jason. Sorry. I’m one of the flight attendants,” he replied. “Why don’t you go back to your seat and I will find your things Ms. Mason.”

  Mia smiled picking up her compact mirror. “Oh, I don’t mind looking too.” She continued crawling up the aisle, ducking her head down for a better look under the seats.

  Jason got down on his hands and knees and followed her closely. The view was perfection. He went through the motions of helping her little scavenger hunt, but the distraction in front of him made it difficult to focus. Every time she crouched closer to the ground, her skirt lifted just enough to expose a glimpse of her pantyless pussy.

  Man I love my job, Jason thought. The uncovered creamy flesh of her upper thighs teased him each inch forward she crawled. Moments like this were rare and made his time in the sky worth it. Jason envisioned himself whipping out his cock and mounting her silky ass doggy style. Of course he’d throw in a few smacks to her bottom to make it blush. I’d fuck her so hard she’d beg me not to stop, he thought.<
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  After searching the first class aisle on all fours, Mia was back in her own seat row. Before she got up to sit back down, she spotted her pack of gum against the wall under the seat ahead of hers. She leaned down, stretching herself as far as she could go and wriggled her fingers out to grab it.

  “Got it! Thank you for your help Jas-” she turned around to sit, only to have her face inches away from Jason’s concealed but obvious hard-on. “I guess hard help is good to find,” she joked, backing herself into her seat. Shame he isn’t into guys, my bestie would love him.

  “Sorry Ms. Mason. It’s ah, I think it’s the um, cabin pressure,” he stated, giving her a wink. His cock was trying to break out of his pants, and would have loved to bust a nut in her.

  “Oh, gum helps doesn’t it?” Mia unwrapped a stick of gum and slowly folded it down on to her tongue. She couldn’t help but flirt with his noticeable situation.

  “Ah, yes,” he cleared his throat, “that’s good for your ears,” he smirked. Jason thought her sense of humour was cute and dirty. He loved it.

  “Oh, right. Blow jobs are good for that kind of pressure,” she teased, nodding her face towards his cock. Oh my god, I said that out loud didn’t I? It’s so hard not to make light of it. It’s doesn’t look light though. Looks like a heavy stuffed sausage in those tight pants. Those pants give a whole new meaning to blue balls. “Ha!” she blurted out. Mia quickly cupped her hands to her mouth trying her hardest not to laugh again. Oh that was bad. She looked up at Jason to see him smiling back at her. “I’m sorry, that was hard to resist,” she giggled.

  “No worries, it was pretty funny,” he chuckled, clasping his hands together to hide his erection. “Now that we’ve got that covered, was there anything I can get you Ms. Mason?”

  “I can think of a few things but they might get me in trouble,” she joked with a coy look. “But seriously, I could really use a stiff drink, you know, to help me relax a little.”

  “Yes, I can find you something stiff to drink Ms. Mason. It would be my pleasure,” Jason grinned showing off more of his dazzling white teeth, “anything else?” He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a light squeeze.

  “Oh I would love a pillow. Would you believe they have me coming in to work shortly after we land? I’m not sure how I’m going to manage on so little sleep.”

  If it weren’t for the few passengers in first class, he would’ve had his own ways to make her sleepy.

  “Not a problem. Something soft and hard. I’ll be back shortly Ms. Mason,” he noted, “I’ll bring you a blanket as well.”

  “Thanks Jason,” she giggled.

  Mia couldn’t remember the last time that men had shown any interest in her. She was confident that she had Jason turned on and ready to pounce her. If it hadn’t been for her surprising weekend in paradise with Nick, she could have been into Jason. He was somewhat cute, pleasant, and funny but he was no Nick. Mia closed her eyes, playing back the wild weekend in her head. Without effort, she drifted off to a much-needed sleep.

  Nick felt something tap the toe of his shoe. He glanced down to find an object resting at his foot. Hmm what’s this? He reached down picking it up. Lipstick. Someone must have lost it. Rather than shrugging it off, Nick pulled the top off the cap twisting up the tube to examine it. It looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn’t quite place where he knew the red. His eyes could have burned a hole from staring at it for so long.

  After a few minutes of drawing a blank, his curiosity told him to further inspect the makeup. He flipped it over and proceeded to read the bottom of the tube. Hmm Firecracker Red. F-i-rrr-eee-c-rrr-aaa-c-k-eee-rrr Shit! I know this colour! His adrenaline kicked in. This is Mia’s shade! Nick beamed as he recalled nibbling the fiery pigment off her sweet plump lips.

  Visually he hunted the rows ahead of him, scouting every single person for her strawberry hair. This shouldn’t take long at all. Her beauty stands out in a crowd. Halfway through his search he heard a spontaneous outburst in the distance, followed by soothing giggles. I know that laugh well. He continued searching each of the rows for her. Nothing.

  “Here you go Mr. Novak,” Jessie pulled out the tray in front of Nick and sat his drink down, “I hope you enjoy it.”

  “Thank you Jessie. My nuts?” he questioned, trying his best not to laugh.

  “Pardon?” she blushed.

  “My nuts, you were going to bring me nuts,” Nick snickered, “the ones in the bag?”

  “Oh your nuts! I thought you meant your um, well, you know,” she nervously replied. Jessie reached down into the cart and handed Nick a couple of bags of nuts.

  “Someone has a dirty mind,” he joked, taking the nuts from her. “Thanks. Any word on where Mia is sitting?” he questioned.

  Jessie leaned in towards him showing off her cleavage once more and smiled. “Oh right. Yes Mr. Novak. She is sitting up in first class,” she replied.

  Nick looked around and signalled with his finger to come closer to him.

  “Yes Mr. Novak,” she asked, leaning into his neck.

  “Is there any way I could join her up there?” he politely asked.

  “We aren’t supposed to let people in first class,” she said.

  Nick leaned in closer, hovering his mouth against her ear. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered, “I promise.”

  Jessie felt a shiver jolt throughout her body. Holy fuck. “Mmm I’ll see what I can do Mr. Novak. I’ll be right back,” she sighed. She was a sucker for men whispering in her ear. Her imagination could go wild with the thoughts of Nick, but for now she had a job to do.

  “Here is your stiff one and blanket Ms. Mason,” Jason joked. Oh crap, she’s asleep. That’s a shame, she was quite entertaining and so fucking sexy. Tempted to wake her so he could continue flirting, he decided it was best to let her get some rest, for now. Jason set down her gin and tonic, and covered her legs with the blanket.

  Jessie made her way up front to the divider between first class and business class and flagged Jason over.

  “Hi Jessie, what’s up?” he asked.

  “Hello Jason. It’s time,” she smiled, “I have a passenger that would like to join one of your passengers in first class.”

  Jason poked his head out of the mauve velvet curtain, and looked around at the passengers. He noticed Nick looking back at him with a pathetic desperation in his eyes. Jason popped his head back inside the divider.

  “No!” he scoffed, rolling his eyes at Jessie, “absolutely not!” He peered his head back out and glared towards Nick.

  Jessie grabbed Jason’s arm pulling him back in. “And why not? There’s hardly anyone sitting up there and he asked. You know that’s the cue. Thee cue! So why wouldn’t you let them sit together?” she questioned.

  “Well, I kinda think she’s my type, and I don’t want anyone sitting with her. I’m thinking about giving her my number when we land. There is no rule that says I can’t,” he demanded.

  “Jason, listen to yourself. She is not meant for you, she is meant for Nick. You know this,” she remarked, “this is our job, let him join her.”

  “But I like her. She isn’t like the others. Can’t we just let this one time not happen?”

  “Jason, come on now. Do you want to lose your job? Do what we are supposed to do and let him sit with her,” Jessie insisted.

  “I’m sure I could win her over him. We had a moment, I know we did.”

  “You better not mess this up,” she advised, wrapping her arms around Jason. “Besides, you can have your fun with me. I’ll let you do whatever you want,” she whispered.

  “Really? Anything? With you?”

  “Yes Jason, but just one time and no strings attached. Let them sit together now and you can have me for one night.” Jessie was hoping her incentive would work.

 
Jason took a deep breath and huffed it out. “Oh fine! I’m still giving her my number.”

  Nick closed his eyes and mentally tried to implant his thoughts to the flight staff. Please, please, please let me sit with her. Upon opening, he spotted Jason giving him a blatantly annoyed stare. The expression on his face wasn’t reassuring at all. Nick anxiously tapped his foot on the floor awaiting Jessie’s return. His hand trembled as he brought his drink to his lips. In one swig it was gone. It was five minutes of pure torture that felt more like hours. He just wanted to sit with Mia and enjoy her company. One night with her just wasn’t enough.

  Jessie stepped out of the first class section, turned around and drew the curtains closed. Her demeanour now appeared more professional than the bubbly woman he had previously met. She sauntered down the aisle with a neutral look on her face. It was killing him.

  “Follow me,” Jessie said while desperately trying to hide her enthusiasm. “Just leave your stuff where it is.”

  I’m either in shit or I’m getting what I want. Nick stood up not saying a word and nervously followed Jessie up the aisle. Row by row he could feel the heads turning, watching him as he passed by. It felt like he was on his way to the firing squad. I haven’t done anything wrong. Why is everyone staring at me? Could this walk be any longer? The thumping in his chest was getting stronger.

  Jessie pulled back the curtain. “After you Mr. Novak.”

  He stepped through to find himself chest to chest with Jason in a very enclosed space. Oh not this guy again. What the hell is his problem?

  Jason smirked while eyeballing him up and down. Trying to make himself look bigger than Nick, he pulled back his shoulders and stuck out his chest.

  “Jason stop!” Jessie demanded, pushing him away from Nick. “You promised me.”

  Jason took a step back. “Oh fine. Why do you always get your way with me?”

  “Because I do, and you like it,” Jessie teased, shrugging her shoulders.

  “Yeah, you’re right. I do like it. You better hold on to your end of the deal.”