The Seductress of the Skies (Erotica & sex Stories) (3 page)

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
were 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.

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.

They laid on top of each other during the turbulence, and they
basked in each other’s beauty. This was sex like she had never had before. It
was sex built on respect and excitement, not just a cheap thrill and an orgasm.
It was sex that was 30,000 feet up in the air too. Nothing would ever again
compare to the sex she was having now, she thought. She just couldn’t fathom
the other men she would meet on her journeys at the moment, because her
thoughts were fully occupied with White Gold now.

She stopped for a second in the midst of their passionate, deep
kissing, and she grabbed a condom from out of her purse. She didn’t know where
White Gold had been, and she wasn’t sure she could trust him, or his sexual
history. Guys like this had a lot of sex, and if she was going to do this for
the upcoming year, and maybe for the next ten years, she had to be as safe as
possible. She grabbed her purse quickly, grabbed a condom out, tore it open
with her teeth, and then put it on him. She didn’t want him to do it. She
wanted to touch him down there, and she couldn’t wait.

He moaned a little with pleasure when she put the condom on him,
and he tugged her up to his lips so she could kiss him again. She was staying
down there though. She began sucking him off. It was hard to suck him off
completely though because he was so big. He was the largest man she had ever
slept with. His reputation preceded him though, and she had an idea of what to
expect. She sucked hard and vigorously, at least what she could get in her
mouth. She was getting so aroused, so wet by just sucking him off. She wondered
what it would be like to sit on top of him and have sexual intercourse with
him. She had no idea whether it would hurt a lot, whether she could fit the
whole thing inside, and how hard she could expect to orgasm. She just kept
sucking him nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted to take in that big, huge
dick so she just kept sucking him down to bide the time.

It was so erotic being with him so high up in the sky, all alone
with a rich and powerful man, and knowing full well that she could get caught
by the pilot or found out any moment. It was all so thrilling. There was a note
of exhibitionism to it. There was a feeling of indecency and fear to it. It
added to the thrill and chill of the sex. Rolling around at 30,000 feet up in
the air, drunk on the world’s finest Scotch – purchased especially for the
flight service because the highest-paying clients deserved the best Scotch, and
enamored with the possibilities of life before them – they were enjoying every
moment of their romp like they had never enjoyed sex before. Even White Gold
was surprised at what was happening to him. He thought he had never had sex
before. He could feel something unique and special with Miranda, but perhaps it
was just the Scotch or the experience. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know whether
or not this was the best girl he’d ever been with, this seductress of the
skies, this girl next door with a naughty element to her personality, or
whether it was just being on a private jet from Big Flights, the premiere
private jet service in the whole world.

She began tonguing his ear as he moaned with pleasure. She was
naturally gifted with her tongue, and all her previous lovers had told her so.
She had practiced quite a bit, and it had become somewhat of a special study
subject of hers, having purchased numerous books on tonguing, tongue massage,
and massage. She had studied much on how to become the most pleasurable to a
man. She had invested heavily in herself. Her life was meant to please
celebrities, she thought, and it was all she wanted in the world. Her talents
were incredibly advanced. It was amazing that she had taught herself so much at
such a young age. Her tongue moved down from his ear to his neck, and then to
his nipples, and then to his belly button, and back on down to his cock. He was
moaning and groaning with pleasure now. It seemed like her tongue was wrapped
around in so many unique ways. Even all the groupies and ex-girlfriends he’d
been with couldn’t perform like this. He was completely enamored, and he kept
thinking about how lucky he was to book this private jet with Big Flights. He
definitely needed an experience like this after his horrendous breakup with his
ex-girlfriend. He was happy that he had put so much work into his concert tour,
into his craft, and that he was finally starting to get rewarded with pleasures
like these. Even though nearly every woman in the world wanted him now, it
didn’t used to be that way for him growing up. He had experienced a transformation
in the last three years with the success of his rap album, his rigorous workout
schedule, and his movie roles that were garnered based on the success of rap
albums. Growing up, though, no one had paid attention to him. Girls had
rejected him. They had cast him aside.

Her tongue was doing wonders to him that he hadn’t believed were
possible. She was some kind of magician with her tongue, and it seemed to hit
all the right notes in the right places. It even went some places and did some
things that he couldn’t have imagined were possible. He wondered if this was
all some sort of plan put on by the airline to bring about more repeat business
with their service. Of course, if the young stewardesses all came on to the
men, and offered sex for free, ostensibly voluntarily, who would ever take a
regular commercial flight again? No high-paying client in their right mind
would pay for first-class service on a commercial flight when they could pay a
comparable amount, or perhaps a little bit more, and get a ton of privacy and
free sex with horny stewardesses. There was one thing, for sure, and it was
that White Gold would always be taking Big Flights flights in the future. There
was no way he was ever going back to a commercial flight again.

After a lot of mutual tongue play, she jumped on top of him, and
started riding him like a crazy cowgirl. She was like a real cowgirl because
she had grown up in the country. She was crazy in that way.

He couldn’t believe how well she rode him. She was so fast, so
hard, and gyrating so exquisitely that he almost lost his load after a couple
of minutes. He was a real ladies man, and he had always prided himself on
lasting a long time in the bedroom, but he almost couldn’t take it. This was
something different entirely.

Just like a weird cosmic coincidence, right as they had both cum
together, the pilot had sent out a message over the intercom, “we are now
approaching our maximum height of 30,000 feet.” They had cum right when the
plane was the very highest in the air, and they had both cum together. She had
cum with the most famous romantic movie star in the world. This was the best
flight she had ever taken, and maybe that White Gold had ever taken, and she
had done it on her first attempt with a celebrity. She was overwhelmed with joy.
The message over the intercom right at the second they had both cum was a kind
of cosmic indicator that her life was moving in the right direction, and all
that struggle growing up in farm territory started to fade away like a wisp of
insignificant air now. It wasn’t all the flings in Chicago that had done it. It
wasn’t all the excitement of the city. It wasn’t seeing all the most
interesting places on the major airline. It was her experience with White Gold
that had changed her forever.

When they had had sex three times, they both got off of each
other and sat back in their chairs. They looked at each other and laughed.
“I’ve never been so high,” he said. “That’s hard to believe,” she said. “C’mon,
you know that’s not what I meant.” “I know. I was just joking,” she said. This
was certainly one of the best moments of her life, just sitting here staring
into his eyes, and having him stare right back into hers. She had never felt so
close to anyone in her whole life, and she didn’t even know him. What a strange
feeling it was to feel so close to someone you didn’t even know. It was almost
like she was cured of whatever ills had afflicted her before. She was a new
person, now. She had moved beyond the Podunk town she had grown up in, and she
felt like a new being, a new creature even. She didn’t even feel like herself,
because she had evolved beyond herself.

As the two walked down the steps of the private jet, they parted
ways. He had to go to a concert. She had to get on another flight. This had been
her first successful seduction of a major celebrity, and she was proud of
herself. Before he walked off, he sung her a parting song.

White Gold was known to be romantic, and he was known as a
ladies man all around the world. However, the tabloids always reported that the
women who slept with him had only dear things to say about him. “He wasn’t like
all the other celebrities,” they would say. “He was just so darn romantic,”
another would say. White Gold had a reputation for being a charmer, for being vulnerable,
for being open to love wherever it found him. That’s why she was so happy that
he was the first celebrity she had ever had sex with. It felt like a great sign
of things to come.

She just stared at him in adoration and amazement when he
offered to sing her a song. She listened intently because she wanted to
remember every single word. She wanted to keep every line, every hum, every
rhythm, every word, and every memory of this moment in her mind forever. She
wanted to feel something special now, after all the wild sex, something that
would tie it all off and close it together nicely. She wanted something from
him that would be special, that would be just hers. He offered to sing the
song, and she felt chills down her spine when he actually begin singing it. It
was like something out of a dream. It was something that never could have
happened. It was something that she never could have dreamed of living on that
horrible little farm, waiting for her life to begin. It was happening now. This
was her moment. This was the moment she would tell her friends about back home.
None of them would believe her, though. She didn’t ever want to go back,
though. She didn’t ever want to tell them. She wanted this to be private and
hers. Besides, they were the ones who had the terrible lives now. They were
bagging groceries and married to the star football players from high school
glory days. She would just make them feel bad about their puny, bad little
lives by telling them about her own. She was a stewardess for the most famous
and wealthy celebrities now, and someday she would be married to a wealthy man
in Chicago. Her whole life was all starting to make sense, and she almost just
passed out from sheer delight when he started singing the song to her. It was
so dreamy and surreal. It was so out of this world.

“I want to do a little freestyle for you, babe. I want to write
a little rhyme for you.”

“OK, here it goes, babe. It’s my new little rap. I’m going to
release it on my next album and dedicate the song to you. I’m going to call it
the Mile High Club.”

“Oh, babe, you get me so high,

So high in the sky,

Sure, I love going to the club,

But, there’s just nothing like the Mile High Club.

No matter how much herb I do,

There’s just nothing like getting high with you.

You get me so high,

So high in the sky.

We’re in the Mile High.

Let’s do it again,

I never want to land,

This is our little place,

Up here near outer space.”

She was overwhelmed and about to pass out when he finished
singing the song to her. She just couldn’t believe that he was going to
dedicate the song to her, too. Of course, he would probably expand on it. It
would just get better, though. It would always be dedicated to her. She
couldn’t believe that millions of people would hear her name mentioned in the dedication
to the song. She felt so unbelievably unique at that special moment. She knew
she had always been special, but she just couldn’t get the confirmation she
needed from anyone significant, until right now. Finally, she knew that she was
good in bed, because he had been with everyone else, and she knew that she was
a special person, because he was dedicating a song to her. She couldn’t believe
that this was really happening to her. She was overwhelmed with joy and love at
the thought that she was so special, so unique, and so lucky to be in this
position. She had gotten her through sheer luck and hard work working together.
It had all started to pay off for her. She knew that this was the beginning of
a series of sexual adventures.

She thought about something, though. She got a little nervous at
the prospect.

“Maybe, change my name in that dedication in the Mile High Club
song. I don’t want to get fired. I wouldn’t want my managers connecting the
song to me. It could go badly for me. If any of them ever hears the song, I
could go down in flames.”

“Oh, you’re right, babe. I’ll change the name. That would be
terrible if it got back to your managers. You might not be fired. But, you
could be questioned. And, you could be watched more closely afterward. It could
just bring a lot of trouble your way.”

“OK, cool. Just changing the name will be perfect. We can still
keep the thought between us. We’ll always know when that dedication comes on
the radio.”

“Babe, I hope I see you again, sometime. I’ll ask for you as a
stewardess every time I take a Big Flights flight.”

“That would be perfect.”

He was such a charmer. She had known about his reputation as a
ladies man, his poetic background and his flair for romantic drama films. She
knew that if she coaxed him into it on a private, lonely plane ride, it would
surely come shining through. Sure enough, it had.

When Miranda hopped back onto the private jet after a short
one-night stay in Maui where they had dropped him off, where his rap concert
was going on, she was excited about who she would meet next, who her next
celebrity or CEO would be on the next plane ride. She sat back in her seat on
the jet, opened the next brief, drank a glass of vodka, and opened up the next
manila folder.

This next
client was going to be incredibly amazing. He was a race car driver and well
known around the world as one of the biggest carousers. He couldn’t stay
married. He couldn’t stay tied down to one woman. He was all about the speed,
the race, the rush, and the next challenge. Maybe, she would be the one who
could get him to settle down. Maybe, she could get him to settle down with her.
Each one of these clients was a potential future husband. She would save their
contact information. She would call them several years later when she was done
with her stewardess job. She would call them to see what they were doing with
their lives. She would have some savings, and she would be settled down in
Chicago. Of course, she could always date men there. She would try to call back
all her old celebrity clients first, though. She would have to make quite an
impression on all of them. She would have to make this race car driver remember
her. She thought he was one of the most attractive men in the world. She would
have to seduce him, then give him the best and wildest sex of his life. It was
her job to entertain the clients, but she was going to give them a ride they
would never forget.