Selena Sexton

Romantic Flights

Jim Q. Stevenson had been a pilot for thirteen years now. He had started out at one of the major airlines but then managed to fall into a job as a private contractor. It had meant less flight time for him but more money at the same time. A dream job, really. It had been hard to say no to it, even when it meant that he spent most of his time in the sky and very little of it on the ground.

Jim was in his late thirties now, still in the prime of his life, muscles ripped from going to the gym three days a week. With his thick blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, it wasn’t surprising that he had been hit on by any number of stewardesses and passengers alike. He’d been given any number of opportunities to join that Mile High Club.

Just never like this.

Today, he was carrying only one passenger in his small, private jet. She had chartered him for a flight from New York to San Francisco, nonstop, which meant they would be in the air for the better part of a day. And apparently, the lady knew what she wanted to do to pass the time.

She sat in one of the four executive seats in the passenger area of the plane, completely naked.

There had been clothes on her body when she boarded the plane, of course. A tight-fitting red dress under a plain brown coat. Once the coat was off, it was easy to tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. Just as easy to tell she was looking for something from Jim. They’d taken off right on schedule, but as soon as he had advised she could take her seatbelt off, she had slipped into the bathroom and come out again naked as the day she was born.

Not that she had looked anything like that on the day she was born. She was a full-grown woman now. She had long legs that went all the way up to a very fine ass, and the way she sprawled now in the seat showed just a hint of the dark cleft in her crotch. Her breasts were full and round and the nipples pointed ever so slightly upward. Her stomach was tight and flat. Her shoulders were hidden behind the fall of her long, dark hair. She sucked on the end of one long fingernail. And the only thing she was wearing, was a smile.

He choked and nearly sent the plane into a nosedive when he first caught sight of her like that. Correcting his course, he tried to keep his attention on the skies.

But it was getting harder. So was his cock. Very, very hard.

“You know,” she said to him, “you could always put it on autopilot for a few…hours.”

Her voice was warm and silky and full of desire. They were the only two on the plane. And Jim thought to himself, suddenly, why not?