The Flight Attendant Who Changed Our Last Day

We boarded and, once we were seated almost at the back of the plane, the cabin crew began handing out drinks. To my surprise, the guy I’d crossed paths with in the airport bathroom a little while earlier appeared beside my seat offering me a bottle of water.

He must have been about six-foot-two, slim, with short dark hair and a smile that was way too easy to be innocent.

“You might need it,” he said softly. “To help you recover from earlier.”

He nodded toward Lucía, who, as usual, had fallen asleep two minutes after buckling her seat belt. We had almost four hours of flying ahead of us.

I took the bottle with a thank you, and he carried on down the aisle.

When we were finally allowed to get up, I went to the back and found him in the small cubicle where the crew tucked themselves away. He was with two colleagues, a guy and a girl, setting up trolleys. When he saw me pass by, he made a gesture and both of them turned to look at me with undisguised curiosity.

I found him alone coming out of the bathroom.

“Do you need anything?” he asked.

“Not at the moment, thanks.”

“I don’t want to seem nosy, but… are you traveling with your wife?”

“Yes, of course.”

“The one in the next seat?”

“That’s the one.”

“Since she’s not the one from… earlier, if you know what I mean.”

I laughed despite myself.

“No, she wasn’t. She was a friend saying goodbye.”

“My name’s Hugo,” he said, offering his hand. “If you need anything, you know. Just ask.”

“If I need anything, or if she does?”

He stayed quiet for a moment, weighing it up, before answering.

“Both.”

***

I went back to my seat and found Lucía awake, stretching.

“Where were you?” she asked.

“In the bathroom.”

In a very low voice I told her everything, starting with what the guy had seen a couple of hours earlier in the airport bathroom, when Sandra said goodbye to me in a way no “occupied restroom” sign could ever justify.

The next time Hugo passed by us, Lucía looked him over from top to bottom with shameless slowness.

“Well, he’s not bad at all,” she murmured. “And he’s got an ass to remember.”

That would have been the end of it, but the two of us noticed that every time Hugo walked past, he looked at us smiling, as if inside his head he was already stripping my wife naked.

I’m not afraid of flying, but being confined makes me restless, so I take any excuse to stretch my legs. The second time I went toward the back, Hugo and his colleague were assembling a trolley. Before I drew back the curtain, I managed to hear him.

“Big and in all the right places. She’s smokin’ hot.”

He had his hands in front of his chest, outlining a generous size in the air. His colleague was laughing, until he saw me and turned sharply.

“Hi. Do you need anything?” Hugo improvised, blushing.

“Another bottle of water, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course. Here you go.”

I took a sip in front of him, never taking my eyes off him.

“Were you talking about my wife with that gesture just now?”

He didn’t know how to answer. He swallowed, and his colleague turned his back on me again.

“Relax,” I said. “I already know how good-looking she is. And what you saw at the airport was the goodbye to a great friend. Lucía, on the other hand, didn’t get a farewell.”

Both of them looked at me without daring to breathe.

“And if I told you I’d like her to have a good end to the holiday?”

I finished the water, handed him the empty bottle, and went back to my seat without saying anything else.

***

The next time Hugo passed, he looked at Lucía with a new shine in his eyes that gave away exactly what he was thinking. My wife, who is never unaware of the effect she has, asked me to switch seats: I was by the aisle and she wanted to be there.

It wasn’t long before the cart came back. Lucía stopped it to ask for water. She had tugged her blouse down and undone a button, revealing a good stretch of lace bra and quite a bit more than the lace covered.

“A bottle, please,” she said in a silky voice.

Hugo’s eyes fixed on her cleavage. As he reached for the bottle, Lucía brushed his crotch as if by accident, all while smiling at him. He jerked, but didn’t complain: he simply gave us back the smile before continuing on his route.

“Are you going to spend the whole flight teasing him?” I asked.

“Maybe.”

“You really love to provoke.”

She turned to me and gave me a slow kiss.

“And you won’t tell me you don’t like it.”

“You know damn well I do.”

Every time Hugo crossed the aisle there was a battle of looks. Until, on one of those trips to the back, Lucía stood up.

“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“The bathroom. Right. Of course.”

She gave me a naughty little-girl look and walked toward the back of the plane, right behind Hugo. The rest of the passengers were asleep or absorbed in their screens, and since there was only one row behind us — occupied by two sleeping people — nobody noticed a thing.

She took about twenty minutes. When she came back to sit down, she gave me a kiss in which I recognized, on my own lips, the taste of sex.

“That fast?” I asked.

“A quick one. Just a blowjob. You wouldn’t believe what the guy has: slim, but ridiculously long. And smooth.”

“You’re a fiend.”

“Well, there’s more. He suggested we go to the hotel next to the airport. Since we don’t have our connection until ten, I said yes. Better that than spending so many dead hours in the terminal.”

I turned my head to look at her, laughing.

“So this is the vacation goodbye.”

“Just like you had yours.”

***

The rest of the flight passed without incident until landing. Hugo saw us off at the door in his immaculate uniform.

“I hope you had a good flight.”

“A great one,” I replied. “Though not as good as you.”

We collected our luggage, took a shuttle bus to the hotel, and after checking in, went up to the room. It was one of those places made for crews between flights: big rooms, a huge bed, and a bathroom with a shower large enough to fit half a plane.

Lucía went in to shower while we waited. We didn’t wait long. There was a knock at the door and I opened it: it was Hugo, with a small carry-on and his tie still on. I let him in and, as I closed the door, I saw his two colleagues crossing the hall. They looked at me and smiled.

Lucía appeared wrapped in a towel, which she dropped right away, standing naked in front of us. I was wearing a robe; Hugo was still in uniform, looking at her with his mouth slightly open.

“If you’re not going to take your clothes off, we’re off to a bad start,” she said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Hugo stripped off at once. Lucía hadn’t exaggerated: his erection was slim but long, the head already shining. She motioned him closer and, when he was in front of her, she grabbed him without taking her eyes off his. She lowered her head slowly and ran her tongue over the tip, drawing a sigh from him.

I was still standing, watching that cock disappear between my wife’s lips, and I could feel mine hardening beneath the robe. Lucía worked her way along it, down to the base, then back up, all with her legs open, letting me see how wet she was.

I moved closer and stood beside Hugo, whose eyes were closed. Lucía slid her hand under my robe, yanked it off me, and began alternating: one lick for him, one for me, her hand on one while her mouth worked the other. She squeezed me gently while circling the head with her tongue, and Hugo looked at me with a complicit smile when they knocked on the door again.

***

I quickly tied on the towel Lucía had thrown on the floor — it didn’t really hide much — and went to answer.

It was Hugo’s colleague. She lowered her gaze to the bulge under the towel and bit her lower lip.

“Hi. I’m Nadia. Can I come in?”

I looked at her, and what I saw I liked. She was still in her flight attendant uniform: about five-foot-seven, slim, elegant, pencil skirt below the knee, white blouse, matching jacket, and a scarf tied around a long, slender neck. Blonde hair, straight to shoulder length, freckles, and two brown eyes that smiled before her mouth did.

I stepped aside. From the short hallway, the room was visible: Lucía stretched out and Hugo on his knees between her legs, devouring her.

Nadia stared for a moment, then turned to me and took off her jacket. Under the blouse you could make out two not-very-large breasts; when she unbuttoned it, a white lace bra appeared, translucent enough to show dark nipples. She took off her skirt and, as she turned, I discovered a fine tattoo — a mandala — running down her back to her waist, and another covering her right hip. Her round, firm ass showed beneath a matching thong.

My hands went straight to her ass. While she pulled the towel off me, I knelt behind her, lowered her thong, and took my mouth to her sex from behind. After a few licks I stood up. Nadia grabbed my cock and pushed her hips back, fitting it between her thighs. I unclasped her bra; she turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me with a hunger I hadn’t expected, pressing her whole body against mine.

I lifted her by the hips and carried her to the bed, next to Lucía, who was still taking Hugo’s tongue. I lay on top of Nadia, one hand on a breast, the other between her legs. She found my cock and began to jerk me off slowly.

I moved lower. Her nipples were pale and conical, and I lingered on them before continuing to kiss my way down her belly to her pubic mound, where a small triangle of neatly trimmed blonde hair pointed straight to the start of her sex. I slid my tongue between her lips, savoring the taste. I licked her all the way through, up to her already swollen clit, and she held her breath, jolting and begging me not to stop.

With her legs open on either side of my head, she moved her hips, rubbing herself against my face. I went a little lower, sank two fingers into her, and let my tongue play with her other opening before focusing again on the top.

***

Nadia rolled over until her head hung off the edge of the bed and, grabbing my cock, guided it to her mouth. First I felt the heat of her breath on the head; then the wetness of her lips closing around it and her tongue playing with the tip.

Without stopping licking her, I looked up and saw Lucía riding Hugo, who was thrusting in and out of her like a piston while holding her breasts. I looked away when I felt Nadia start to tremble. I went deeper, pressed the clit with my tongue, and she came almost silently, with muffled moans swallowed around my cock, which I felt throb in her mouth.

I lay down on top of her, lifted her legs onto my shoulders, and entered her in one thrust. Her sex closed around me, contracting and releasing me. I smothered her moans with a kiss while she squeezed me with her legs to feel me deeper.

A hand caressed my back. It was Lucía. They had changed position: now she was on all fours and Hugo was fucking her from behind, holding her by the hips. I bent down to kiss her and grabbed one of her breasts. Beneath me, Nadia’s nipples were rock-hard, and I saw my wife’s hand appear between our bodies to caress them. Nadia responded by pinching one of Lucía’s.

It was Nadia who decided to change things: she made me lie down and sat on top of me, facing the couple. Lucía didn’t miss the opportunity and started licking her sex while Nadia rode me. I held her breasts while she kept moving, panting.

“I’m about to come!” Hugo warned suddenly.

Lucía pulled away at once, lay down, and made him position himself over her stomach and slide his cock between her breasts, licking the tip with each thrust. Hugo came with a growl, between her tits and with the head of his cock brushing my wife’s lips, which she cleaned off with her tongue.

Nadia was still on top of me. When she was about to finish, she leaned her body back and came as silently as the first time. When she felt I couldn’t hold out any longer, she knelt between my legs and made me come in her mouth while she ran her tongue along the tip.

***

The four of us stayed lying there, catching our breath, until Nadia got up and headed to the bathroom.

“Those showers are big,” I commented.

“Yeah,” said Lucía. “We can all fit in there, no problem.”

Hugo jumped up and, laughing, lifted her in his arms.

“Well then. Everybody in the shower.”

I dragged my feet for a while. When I went in, I found the two women crouched down, taking turns licking Hugo’s cock, which was waking up again. One of Lucía’s hands disappeared between Nadia’s legs and Nadia returned the favor from behind. The look on Hugo’s face said it all: having those two at his disposal had already made him hard again.

I got in beside him. Lucía split her attention between the two of us until Hugo asked for something more and the women swapped. I lifted Nadia, turned her around, and in a crouch ran my tongue over her from behind while my fingers sought her clit. Braced against the tiles, she gave small jolts at every touch.

The shower wasn’t big enough for all that, so Hugo and Lucía stepped out without going far: he seated her on the sink counter and knelt between her legs, while my wife held his head with one hand.

When Nadia had another orgasm, I straightened up, lifted one of her legs, and aimed my cock toward her back entrance. I pushed in slowly, just the head first; it went in without much resistance and I began to pump at a calm pace. She slid her hand between her legs.

“Fuck, you’re so good at that,” she panted. “Come inside.”

I sped up, moved my fingers over her swollen clit until I felt her running out of breath, and with her body clamping around me I couldn’t hold back any longer: I emptied myself inside her, and she kept moaning softly. My cock slipped out on its own. Nadia turned around, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me.

“That was very, very good,” she murmured. “It wasn’t going to be Hugo the only one having fun. Look at them.”

Hugo had Lucía standing against the counter, one leg raised, fucking her from behind. My wife was moaning louder and louder.

***

Nadia took me to the bed and lay on her back in front of me, pressing her ass against my cock, which quickly reacted. I held her while Lucía reached orgasm in the bathroom. Hugo still wasn’t done, so the two of them came over and lay down next to us.

He positioned himself in front of Nadia, putting his cock at mouth level, and she didn’t waste any time. While she licked him from top to bottom, I found her entrance and pushed in slowly until I sank all the way inside. We moved at the same rhythm, her never stopping taking care of Hugo, until he held her head with one hand and came between her lips.

Lucía then leaned in to kiss her while I kept pumping, and so Nadia had another orgasm that dragged me into mine.

The four of us stayed sprawled there for a good while. Nadia rested her head on one of Hugo’s legs, caressing him unhurriedly, her own legs over mine.

“Mmm… do you think I could still manage one more?” she asked. “With both of you at once?”

Hugo and I looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But you could try.”

“Well, there’s no harm in trying.”

She knelt between the two of us and grabbed our cocks, still limp, jerking them gently and running her fingers over both heads. She bent down, took mine into her mouth, and played with her tongue while Hugo positioned himself behind her and caressed her sex and ass. I felt myself harden in her mouth; with Hugo, given his youth, it didn’t take even half as long.

She made me lie down, sat on top of me guiding my cock into her, and offered her ass to Hugo, who entered slowly but firmly. Nadia panted on top of me while I licked her nipples and felt our two cocks rubbing through her, separated by a thin wall.

“More,” she asked. “Harder.”

We gave it to her. I could feel the muscles of her sex contracting around me each time I thrust up and down. She sought my mouth just as she came again, never stopping her gasping. Hugo and I kept going until, both of us close, she pulled away and knelt in the middle, jerking one while licking the other, until we both finished on her breasts while she alternated her mouth from one cock to the other.

***

We stayed in bed until Lucía got out of the shower.

“If you’re going to shower, do it now, because we don’t have much time,” she told me.

Reluctantly, I got up. When I came out and went to get dressed, Lucía was already ready and Hugo and Nadia were still naked on the rumpled sheets, chatting as if they’d known each other all their lives.

We said our goodbyes — Nadia got up to kiss each of us — and headed for the airport with just enough time, so tight that we got to the gate as they were already closing it, finally on our way home.

Lucía squeezed my hand during takeoff and gave me a smile that said it all. It had been a holiday ending that would be hard to top.