The Flight Attendant Closed the Plane Bathroom for Me

The next morning, luckily, we didn’t even have time to talk. I woke to the room’s light hitting me in the face, my mouth dry, feeling someone pass beside me. I opened my eyes and saw Carla dragging her suitcases toward the living room, wearing a pink robe and holding a freshly made coffee.

She didn’t even say hello. She just left the cup on the little table and gave me a sidelong smile, with that mischievous smirk that never left her face. She walked with more sway than usual. For a second I thought she was going to say something—the night before, she’d surely heard everything from her room—but she went upstairs to wake the others as if nothing had happened.

I dressed in the most comfortable clothes I could find. I needed a shower; after the sex the night before and sleeping sprawled on the couch, I didn’t exactly smell like roses. In that house, with so little time, showering was impossible.

While Bruno and I loaded the suitcases into the SUV, I saw Carla come out through the front door, stretching in such a way that her breasts showed beneath her clothes.

—Don’t drool —Bruno said with a little laugh—. That woman is out of your league.

I didn’t answer. There was no point explaining that the woman had sought me out for a good night and that I’d left her exhausted. I was more interested in Carla’s expression. She looked at me, winked, and blew me a discreet kiss. Then she turned around, and when Bruno stuck his head into the trunk to arrange the luggage, she bent over a little and caressed her ass. She went into the house laughing her head off, which made Bruno turn toward me.

—Wait before you go in —he said, closing the trunk—. Look at you… You’ve got an erection. We don’t need any more teasing today.

He went inside without knowing that the bulge in my sweatpants was barely noticeable, and that I wasn’t even fully hard.

Inside, we ate breakfast quickly. I didn’t understand how Carla and her mother could chat so naturally, both of them in athletic clothes. For a moment I looked at Daniela; she was with Paula, Carla’s younger daughter, who had recently turned eighteen. They were very close and seemed to know nothing about what had happened the night before. On the other side, Valeria was animatedly talking with Bruno about everything we would do when we reached the coast.

I still couldn’t believe what had happened before dawn. I had to talk to Carla as soon as possible.

—Are you all right, Marcos? —Daniela asked me when I finished and got up to brush my teeth.

—Yes. Why? —I said, intrigued that she had followed me to the bathroom door.

—You seem strange. You barely said anything.

—It’s stress —I replied, trying to hide the mess in my head.

—I see. It was hard earning this trip —she said with a smile, moving until she was one step away and looking straight at me—. If I can help you let go of some of that tension… ask me for whatever you want. Even if…

—Daniela! —Paula shouted, launching herself from behind to hug her around the waist. Daniela jumped, and a blush spread across her cheeks.

Paula tugged her away to run and grab the best seats in the SUV. Daniela and I exchanged a smile before she disappeared down the hallway. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could have sworn Paula turned her head and fixed me with furious eyes.

***

We left at the scheduled time. During the drive, everyone talked a lot, describing what they planned to do on vacation. We reached the airport, went through the security checks almost in silence, and boarded with barely any time to spare. Once we were settled on the plane, we breathed a sigh of relief. At least I did, because I had been seated beside Valeria, my boss—a cheerful woman with overflowing energy.

We immediately started chatting, this time not about the vacation but about our lives. I had always known she was thirty-two, but we had never gotten personal. There I learned that she was married to a man nearly fifty, that she had a twin sister, and that she had never wanted children. That was why she had undergone surgery and had her tubes tied.

—And do you want children? —Valeria asked, looking at me with those analytical eyes I knew so well.

—Not for now, honestly —I said, while involuntarily remembering how I had come inside Carla the night before without thinking twice—. I still want to do a lot of things.

—I see —she said with a smile, sliding her hand from my knee up to my thigh and turning slightly toward me. Something changed in her from one second to the next. I knew that look: the one she wore when an important client appeared and she transformed into a huntress. It was the same look, only stronger, rawer—. I also want to try a lot of things. It was hot last night, and I was very restless. I don’t sleep well in other people’s houses. The noise… it was exciting.

I didn’t have time to react. Her hand went straight to my crotch and settled over the bulge, which jumped instantly.

—You were restless too. But not anymore, from what I can see.

—Ma’am… —I always addressed her respectfully, never by her first name. At that moment I didn’t know what to do. We were in the middle of the flight, surrounded by a hundred people, and the flight attendant had just passed within a few feet—. There are people here.

I surprised myself, feeling myself grow beneath her palm and accepting that a married woman, my direct boss, was seducing me like this. I’m not made of stone, and this was a fantasy I’d been keeping for a long time. I don’t want to think about how many times I had masturbated while imagining her.

She changed the subject, talking about how lovely the trip would be, while continuing to caress me and brush her arm against mine. I was grateful that the high seatbacks hid us from the people in front and behind, although I wasn’t so sure about those in the opposite aisle. For a few minutes, my mind went blank. My hand took on a life of its own. I took her thigh and slowly moved upward toward her crotch, without her stopping me.

—Would you like something to drink? —the flight attendant asked as she passed by again.

We both jumped. Valeria disguised what she was doing by covering her hand with her sweater over my lap and accepted a drink. I remained fixed on the flight attendant’s gaze; it was obvious she had noticed everything. She was a little red and couldn’t take her eyes off me. She was beautiful and tall, with black hair pulled back, a fitted uniform, and emerald-green eyes that stood out.

When she moved away, I felt her gaze on the back of my neck.

Valeria chuckled softly, squeezed me again through the fabric, and leaned close to my ear.

—That turned me on —she whispered, then added with a barely audible moan—: You’d love to have both of us.

I nodded like an idiot. I was enjoying this side of my boss far too much, one I had never seen before. She had always been serious, proper, smiling, and nothing more. I almost wanted her to continue the torture, but she withdrew her hand, adjusted herself, and gave me a mischievous smile.

As if nothing had happened, after arousing me like that, she began talking to me about the hotel, the beaches, and the excursion we would take in the middle of the week. My head was no longer there. It was focused on the woman beside me, who didn’t lose an ounce of sensuality even in athletic clothes: she drove me crazy just by shifting in her seat or taking off her jacket and sitting there in a T-shirt.

***

There was almost an hour left before landing when I got up to go to the bathroom. As soon as I stood, Valeria not only stared shamelessly at my crotch but ran her hand down my leg and brushed my ass. I tried not to look surprised, but I couldn’t walk quickly in the aisle.

We were at the front of the plane and the bathrooms were at the back, so I had to walk almost its entire length. Halfway there, I found Daniela sitting beside Bruno. They were chatting, although I noticed she kept as far away from him as possible, and he couldn’t move closer because the armrest was down. When she saw me, she smiled and looked at me as if asking me to rescue her from something. I just said hello, asked whether everything was all right, and, after she said yes, continued on my way. It didn’t seem wise to linger in the middle of the aisle.

For better or worse, I ran into the same flight attendant who had seen what happened between Valeria and me. She was sitting in her seat beside the bathroom, talking with a colleague. I felt a little embarrassed at having to see her again.

—May I? —I asked, pointing at the door.

—Of course —she replied, her cheeks flushed and a smile concealing her curiosity.

I went in without waiting, splashed water on my face, and tried to calm myself. I felt that if my boss kept provoking me like that, I would lose my mind and stop caring about anything. I sat down for a moment to think. I was sure I had locked the door, but perhaps in my haste I had forgotten, because the door opened and, in one swift movement, the flight attendant came in.

I stared at her. Luckily, I was still wearing my pants. She placed one hand on my chest because the space was tiny, then put a finger to her lips. The captain’s announcement sounded: the bathroom was being taken out of service for cleaning.

—Oh… I’m going —I said, not understanding anything.

She smiled mischievously, still gently pushing me, and slid the bolt into place. At that moment I knew something was about to happen, something few people ever experienced. Without taking her eyes off mine, she began to bend down. There was very little room, but she managed to settle almost into a squat in front of me.

It took me a moment to understand what she was doing. She opened my fly, unbuttoned my pants, and gave them a tug, trying to pull them down. They wouldn’t budge because I was sitting on the lid. She looked at me and smiled again. Her lips were an intense crimson red.

—Allow me to help you —she said sweetly, taking hold of my belt buckle—. It’s part of the courtesy service on board.

Her face turned even redder, as if she had never said anything like that before. I stood up and helped her pull my pants down until I was left in my underwear. She moved closer and lowered the last garment as well. I was soft; not even the situation had managed to wake me completely.

She looked at it and seemed disappointed. After the night before and the game with my boss, I needed a stronger stimulus.

She ran her hand along my leg and caressed me slowly. The brush of her skin made me jump. Her eyes changed when she saw me growing, closer and closer to her face. For a second, my conscience protested: she was a stranger, and I didn’t even know her name. Maybe she noticed, because she moved her hand and gripped the base while the tip peeked out between her thumb and index finger.

Then she wrinkled her nose and looked at me without saying anything. I didn’t understand until the smell reached me: the smell from the night before, the sex with Carla that I hadn’t had time to wash away. I said nothing. In the end, she had come in of her own accord; she could stand up and leave whenever she wanted.

I felt her hand move up and down gently. She brought her face closer and inhaled deeply. She shuddered and parted her lips.

—I love it —she murmured, lowering her hand and exposing the tip completely.

I didn’t know what she meant, only that those words turned me on all at once. I grew in her hand until the tip was mere millimeters from her mouth, three times its previous size. Her eyes opened wide and she was left speechless, opening and closing her lips.

After a moment, she reacted and began a slow caress, from the bottom to the tip and back again. I expected more, but a good handjob from a woman like her was hardly something to complain about.

The plane jolted. The turbulence was unexpected; I grabbed the sides, and she, clinging to me, squeezed hard, drawing a groan from me. It passed quickly, but I felt something soft and warm at the tip. I looked down: her lips were pressed against me, her mouth half-open, brushing me carefully.

There was a second of tension in which she didn’t move. Then my hands acted on their own: I gently took hold of her head.

—Slowly —I said softly, aroused and not wanting to stop.

I pushed just a little. She closed her lips for a moment, as if hesitating. She looked at me, and in her eyes I saw that she had never done this before. I stroked her hair and cheek.

—Open your mouth and stick your tongue out a little. Be careful with your teeth —I instructed her, not exactly as a lesson, but almost like an order that I didn’t recognize in my own voice.

After a few seconds, trembling slightly, she opened her mouth. I felt the tip of her tongue. Slowly she began to take me in; the wet heat felt so good that I pushed a little farther. Then I stopped to enjoy it. It was different from everything before, and I was fascinated. She couldn’t take me all the way in, barely a third, and that was all she could manage.

She began to release me, and as I slipped out, a string of saliva fell. She looked at me, kissed the tip, and seemed ready to continue.

—Move your tongue. Enjoy it —I said again.

She nodded and took me in again. She repeated the movement several times, going almost to the back, pulling out, and starting over. Each time she took a little more. Her tongue moved in every direction, finding the exact spots that made me jerk. It was an inexperienced mouth, but her enthusiasm made it incredible. Saliva escaped from the corners of her mouth and fell onto the floor. Every so often she stopped to breathe without ceasing to caress me with her hand.

We continued like that for about ten minutes, neither of us saying anything, letting our bodies speak. Soon I felt I was about to come.

—I’m going to come —I warned her.

She released me but left the tip inside and sucked. I let everything go in four or five spurts, the last ones already weak, but with the sensation of having emptied myself completely. I was breathing hard. She cleaned me with her tongue, pulled away, looked at me, and swallowed.

I watched her stand, straighten her uniform, wipe her lips with her finger, and look at herself in the tiny mirror. She even checked her breath and rinsed out her mouth. The space was so cramped that I remained seated, admiring her. She didn’t have much of a figure, but she had just enough, and that made her attractive.

—I hope you enjoyed my attention —she said with a naughty smile, holding out a card—. I’m here. We can arrange something for your next… flight.

—Of course —I replied immediately—. Without fail.

She was about to leave, but I took her hand; it was burning hot. I grabbed her by the waist, pulled her toward me, and, rising slightly, sought her lips. I opened her mouth with mine. It lasted barely a second, and she responded forcefully, rubbing herself against me, wanting more. But there wasn’t enough time or room. We parted with a few small kisses, and she laughed.

—Aitana. A pleasure.

—Marcos. The pleasure was mine.

She slipped out quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror: there were a few damp spots on my pants, and my breathing was uneven. I freshened up. The announcement sounded that the bathroom was available again, and I took the opportunity to leave.

***

Outside, I crossed paths with Aitana, sitting once again beside a short, red-haired colleague. I wondered whether the other woman knew what had happened. It would be strange if she didn’t. I kept walking, listening to them whisper.

I passed Daniela and Bruno’s seats again. Now he was asleep and she was reading a book. I said nothing; I didn’t want them to notice how long I’d been gone. The only person who would notice was my seatmate, and I would have to make something up. But I didn’t have time: I reached my seat before I could think of anything. Valeria had her headphones on. She didn’t ask anything, just let me pass.

—You took longer than I thought —she said with a smile, removing one earbud—. I missed you.

—Did you? The bathroom… was being cleaned —I replied without elaborating.

She smiled, planted a kiss on my cheek very close to my mouth, and caressed my leg.

—Did you come thinking about me? —she whispered in my ear.

I looked at her. Did she notice? I said nothing. She kissed my earlobe and scratched my hip with a fingernail, raising gooseflesh on my skin.

—As soon as we arrive, no more handjobs. I’m going to show you what a real woman is.

I didn’t know what to say. It relieved me and aroused me at the same time. I was certain of one thing on that trip: I wouldn’t need to masturbate even once. There were women eager to be with me. Although deep down, I still didn’t understand why.