The Seductress of the Skies (Erotica & sex Stories)

by Mike Connors

  She was very slow and deliberate with the motions she made with her fingers underneath the manila folder. She flicked cautiously, but powerfully. Her eyes took in all the material, her mind pondered it, and it fed into her fantasies. With each new word she read, she rubbed a little more intensely, and she intended to have a full orgasm sitting right there. The brief was only three pages and meant only to cover the most pertinent information in the most concise format, so it was possible that she could finish having an orgasm before she read through the brief at full-speed. After all, she had to read at full-speed because the flight was going to be in 20 minutes. Maybe the client would smell the sex on her.

  She was getting so aroused learning about her new client. It was someone she recognized, but she had never fantasized about him before. This time, here in the chair, was her first time. As she discovered more details about his professional life and personal interests, and she focused on the picture, she was able to form a more complete picture of the man she had only seen on TV. She was extremely, exquisitely, almost painfully close to orgasm. It was so hard not to cum looking at the gorgeous full-body picture of this star rapper and actor. He was a very popular, but still lesser known, white rapper. He had also been in a score of independent films, mostly romantic dramas. He was a talented poet and a heartthrob actor. This was her dream lay, a man was chiseled, poetic, and dramatic. She couldn’t stop starting at his cute, charming face in the picture, and her fingers were rubbing vigorously at this point. She was about to climax when she saw a human resources manager approaching her. She quickly retreated her hand from her panties. She placed both hands firmly on top of the manila folder and returned the greeting she gave as she passed by. Luckily, she was just walking by and wanted to say to the new flight attendant on the staff.

  Miranda slowly inserted two fingers after cautiously putting her hand back down underneath the manila folder. She was going to finish right here and now. If she ever did close enough to the movie star to seduce him, she would tell him afterward that she had already masturbated to him in the lobby while waiting to get on the plane and meet him. It would surely sound his arousal through the roof, and it would be something he would never forget. Hopefully, she could make this impression on him, and maybe she could even meet him again sometime. At least, he would be able to request her whenever he took a Big Flights flight if he liked her. Because of the privacy in the cabin, no one at the company would be the wiser. She would get to have drinks and a discussion with one of the most successful and wealthiest young stars in America whenever he was traveling on a Big Flights flight and she wasn’t already booked. Of course, the airline stewardess contractor liked to keep their clients happy, and if a client requested another stewardess again, he was sure to get her every time. It was in their interest to make sure the client was as happy as possible. Of course, they were legally obligated to forbid sex between the stewardesses and clients. She still had to keep a low profile, or she could get fired from her incredibly exciting job.

  Meeting The New Client

  The name of the client was White Gold. He was a hot up-and-coming white rapper who had been in romantic drama films with some of the most beautiful starlets of the indie movie scene. He was the best bad boy and good boy all rolled in one. She was more excited today than she’d ever been in her life. Not only was this going to be the first celebrity she’d ever tried to seduce, and possibly have sex with, but it was the first celebrity she’d ever met. It was such a good deal that she had had those two years of major airline flight training. She never would have lined up the job without that crucial job experience on her resume.

  His stage name, what he called himself, was White Gold. He was a white rapper, and he sold a lot of albums that went platinum and gold, so he had decided to come up with a clever and creative name that exemplified those traits and just go with it. The name had generated a lot of buzz itself, and he was glad he had chosen it, at least he said so in interviews. There were some people that found the name amateurish or a little elementary, but he ignored their criticisms. He was all about doing things his own way.

  He had grown up in a middle class background, and he had had the best education, so he spoke very eloquently and articulately in private. He used his intelligence and poetic skills for crafting beautiful rap lyrics. He managed to have a tough guy persona though, but underneath he was just a softie. He read all the classics, and he liked to star in and watch romantic films.

  Once she had cum and finished reading the brief, she neatly got from her chair and walked on over to the drinking fountain. She needed a refreshment. She was a little winded after pleasuring herself. When she had finished in the bathroom as well, she came out and went to the cafeteria for a quick pick-me-up. In less than ten minutes, she would be meeting the man who she would hopefully be having sex with that day. She was a tigress, and she was going to catch her prey. That was the mindset she had to have. She couldn’t think that she was uncool and normal. It would never give her enough confidence to approach him.

  She had applied lip balm, makeup, perfume, and other accoutrements in the bathroom, and she picked up a packet of mints in the employee lobby as a breath freshener for that first kiss. She was going to do everything just right. Phase one of her plan had already worked out, and she had been able to masturbate in the employee lobby without getting caught. She could cross that off of her bucket list. She was so psyched because she saturated with confidence to carry out the next phase of her plan. If all went well today, then each new flight would follow the same plan. She was going to be the seductress of the skies.

  She was escorted outside to the private jet by a security guard, and White Gold was already onboard. She was so nervous now that she was about to go up the steps of the jet. She had tried to gel up so much confidence before, but she couldn’t hide her trepidation now. She was extremely nervous about the whole situation. She was beginning to have a panic attack. This was not going as she had planned. She just had to block out all those negative thoughts.

  She silenced the thoughts. She looked into the eyes of the handsome security guard escorting her out to the jet, and it made her temporarily forget her fears. She remembered why she was here in the first place. She remembered why she had quit her job at the major airline. She remembered why she had applied for Big Flights in the first place. She was here to seduce the wealthiest and most famous celebrities in the world and initiate them into the Mile High Club. This was what she wanted to do with her life, at least for the next ten years or so, until her looks started to wane. Hopefully, by that time, she would settle down with a celebrity and have a baby or two. However, she really couldn’t hope for any long-term relationships with any of these celebrities. All she could expect was a one-time fling in the sky and maybe repeat requests from certain celebrities that liked her predilection for sex in the sky. Hopefully, her reputation wouldn’t catch up with her. Hopefully, the rumors wouldn’t fly, pun intended, she thought with a chuckle. She intended to be in this job for a good ten years. She had to be very cautious with her approaches toward the men, and she knew that she always had to leave it up to him to make the first move.

  She walked up the steps of the plane with a renewed confidence, imbued into her by looking into the eyes of the handsome male security guard taking her out to the jet. She thought about what she would say to him the first time she saw him. She thought about the subject of conversation she would start with.

  She noticed her hand quivering as she clutched the railing on the steps. She had listened to White Gold’s albums for a number of years. This was going to be a huge victory for her if she could seduce him. It would be a night to remember for the rest of her life. Just like Mark Twain had once said that he did not regret the things he’d done, but only the things he’d not done, she was going to make this night something that she could put in her win column. She didn't want to look back to this opportunity many decades from now and remember that she had had the chance to sleep with White Gold, and that
she had skipped the opportunity out of sheer fear. She did not want to live in fear, and she didn’t want to be crippled by it even once. She was going to go for what she wanted tonight, with no reservations or caution. She knew that White Gold was single because he had just broken up with his long-time partner. She knew that he was fair game. It was all up to her to make it happen. She just couldn’t make the first move, though. She could risk her job. She would have to be subtle enough that he would get the point and make the first move, but still have everything she did be within professional bounds.

  She reached the door of the jet and stepped inside to a beautiful private cabin. She gave a nod to the pilot, poured herself a glass of water at the bar, and walked back into where White Gold was lounging on the chaise lounge at the back of the private cabin. Her job was to sit in an adjacent seat and handle anything he needed. There were a lot of snacks, beverages, features, and amenities in the jet, and it was her job to make sure that every need he had was taken care of. She was even to provide discussion to him throughout the whole flight. These flights could get lonely, and Big Flights wanted their stewardesses to make sure that their clients were given plenty of conversation if they wanted it, and silence if they preferred it too.

  She walked back to where White Gold was lounging, and he had his headphones on and sunglasses on. By all accounts, he was zoned out and could have been asleep for all she knew. He was probably exhausted from the rap concert tour he was on. Before he had started the tour, he had been on a promotional circuit for his latest film, Heart of Gold. He was hot right now, and the name, White Gold, was synonymous with sex, money, power, and coolness. Everything was rolled into one with this guy. He was the best celebrity dream date she could ask for, for a first time. She couldn’t believe he was just asleep, or perhaps just resting back there. It wasn’t so unusual for these rappers though. They were often stoned, and they liked to just lay around and listen to music sometimes. She just couldn’t tell if he was passed out or not. This was certainly not going according to plan. She was frustrated that she might not even have an opportunity to talk to him. She took her seat and waited for something to happen. At least, she was getting paid a lot for this new job. Getting laid was just a perk of the job.

  She waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, he started to stir. He began to move around a little. It was a false alarm though. He was just getting more comfortable. She wondered if he was just arrogant or oblivious in this type of situation. Obviously, he probably didn’t think that there would be an opportunity to get laid on this flight. He was maybe just trying to pass the time by resting.

  She had to make a move. She had to let him know that she was there and was willing to do it with him. It was against protocol to wake up the client though. She was supposed to leave him alone if he was resting. She couldn’t stand it any longer though. She had to formulate a plan. She had to get his attention somehow.

  “Excuse me, sir. Would you like a drink? I can get you anything you want. Anything, just say the word.”

  “Oh, hi, sorry, I was resting.” He perked up and sat up when he saw her gorgeous face smiling down at him. Even as a rapper and an actor with unlimited women to choose from all around the world, he could never resist a sweet new face. “Yes, I’d like a Scotch, please.”

  “OK, just give me one second.” She put her hand on his shoulder as she got up and walked back to the bar slowly, making sure to sway her butt and hips as she walked, looking back once while batting her eyes, just to send a little signal or cue that she was into him. She poured the Scotch over the ice and then walked back slowly with a smile on her face to where he was lounging in the chaise. She sat on the bench next to him and handed him the glass. She was going to nail this guy. She could feel it in her bones. The sexual energy was almost palpable between them.

  She started making small talk with him. He offered her a drink too. This time, he got up to pour it for her. She had the same as him, a Scotch, and she knew it was going to go her way. It couldn’t have been any clearer when he got up to get a Scotch. He was the client. She was the attendant, but he was waiting on her.

  He walked back and sat down right next to her. He didn’t get back into the chaise lounge this time. He seemed sure of himself, relaxed, and definitely smitten. He toasted to “spontaneity” and they both tossed back their heads as they drank. They finished a couple more glasses and then started giggling and laughing a little together while touching one another, but only unintentionally as they laughed into each other’s bodies, talking about their past, and what their plans were for the future. He was extremely interested to hear her story, and they both had a big laugh when he tried to tell her what he was up to, but she interrupted him to say that the company had prepared a brief on him for her to read, and that she already knew everything. They both burst out laughing when she let that cat out of the bag, and they fell all over each other on the floor of the cabin. This was going exactly as she had planned. She would have to get the clients drunk each time. It would make it easier for them to open up and have a little conversation. From there, anything was possible. She would just near them each time and wait for them to make the first time. None of them would ever know that they were just the most recent one of her victories. All of them would think that they were the ones seducing her, reeling her in like a fish, but she was a little bit different from the rest. She had confidence, and she knew what she wanted. She wasn’t about to let one of these men seduce her, even if that’s what it seemed like to them in their eyes. She was always the one with the plan.

  They fell about on the floor laughing together, and each of them felt a rush of pleasure as a little turbulence sent a chill of terror down their spines. They clutched each other tightly through the turbulence. They clung to each other. They looked deep into each other’s eyes, and they started laughing. The turbulence was fun, but also scary. It was the perfect feeling to set the mood for the wild sex that would soon follow. The seductress of the skies had caught her first bit of prey, and she was ready to go at it in full swing right now.

  However, the turbulence got to be a little too much for both of them, and they quickly jolted up from the floor and sat back against the bench. They remained seated on the floor though. They just looked at each other for a couple of minutes until it passed. The short reprieve in their fondling, caressing, and making out had given them a new opportunity to talk again. She found herself in a deep, dark conversation with him. She was disclosing all of her sexual fantasies. She wanted to make the sex, which she fully believed would happen now, as hot as possible. She knew that the best way to do that would be to disclose all of her incredibly devilish fantasies before they actually got to it. She went over one thing after another. He just looked at her; with mouth open a little, eyes transfixed, and an air of hypnosis about him. He was mesmerized by her forwardness and everything she was saying. This was turning into the best flight he had ever booked, and it wasn’t only because of his decision to use a private jet service with luxury amenities this time, instead of a first class seat on a commercial flight. There were definitely a lot of perks to flying private this way. He was going to charter a private jet a lot more often.

  He was getting so aroused by everything she was saying. He had seen a lot, but he had not ever heard a woman with such a mouth on her as she had. He couldn’t believe it, considering that she had grown up in a small town, with very little experience, and with a religious background. Maybe she was a natural, he thought. He had never thought he would meet a true sexual natural. Everyone else was poisoned. They were spoiled and used up. She exquisite and innocent, but she had a firm grasp of everything. She was the girl next door, but she had a lot more going on than that typical persona.

  He could barely keep his concentration. Her fantasies were so atypical, so out-of-line, in a way, that he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He nudged closer and closer to her as she talked. She returned his movements by edging closer and closer to him as he did so. Eventually, they wer
e embracing again. It was really going to happen. Even if she was fired after this, even if she got caught, even if there was a major scandal and she got caught somehow, it would have been worth it to have had sex with the most noted rapper and romantic actor in the whole world at the time. It would be a great story that she could tell her grandkids, something that she could be remembered by, and that would be funny to think about whenever they were listening to White Gold albums. Clearly, his albums were going to have an enduring value. His rap had certain classiness to them, a certain genre-crossing style, a mainstream appeal, and a worldwide audience, and that would stand the test of time. Finally, they were back on the floor again, and he was on top of her. She was ready to go for it with him. She was going to take this from the level of ordinary making out to something hard, rough, and unbelievably climactic.

  The Mile High Club

  She couldn’t get enough of him. Just looking at him was turning her on more than she could bear. He was so chiseled, fit, and toned. She couldn’t believe that he had the time to work out as much as he did with his busy schedule.

  She just took in every inch of his frame with her eyes, and then her hands, and then her mouth. She couldn’t believe that she was having the best sex of her life with the most amazing man in the world, at least the most amazing star, a multi-talented rapper, actor, and writer with a heart of gold. All of her time spent on that boring little patch of land growing up was passing away before her eyes. She was lost in the experience. It was all drifting out of her mind. She was free to feel something for the first time in her life, she felt, away from all those religious rules and long hours at the diner growing up. Her mind was now free and clear for the first time in her life. She felt like she was flying. In fact, she literally was flying.