Red Eye Flight is a series of captions about a mysterious stranger with the ability to warp reality and the adventures he gets into when he flies the very friendly skies.
The first post in this series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.
“Harow Sir… would ru rike ru rupper?” the flight attendant asked and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head.
I did a double take as she stood there and then looked around the nearly empty plane, noticing a slight commotion in the first class seats, but I couldn’t tell exactly what was going on there.
We’d taken off almost an hour ago, the flight to asia had many more to go, but when the attendants had given their safety demonstration they were dressed in a pretty basic blue business suit thing and not looking like some latex sex object.
In fact, I’d noticed four flight attendants; a blonde woman in her forties, a brunette in her mid twenties, a black man in his thirties, and an asian lady that was hard to tell what her age was.
None of them had been anything to write home about, and certainly they had all acted very professionally.
Presumably impatient on my lack of response, the attendant reached over the aisle seat beside me and expertly lowered my seat tray before placing the meal in front of me.
“Miko come back soon.” she said and then turned and walked back towards the galley. I leaned over and watched her swaying ass as she did so and wondered how she walked in such a getup.
For twenty minutes I quietly ate my dinner and wondered about the strange noises coming from first class, but decided against investigating and mind my own business.
A few minutes later Miko returned to retrieve my tray, which she leaned over once more to collect, before standing backup. I didn’t notice her place the tray in the next row of seats as I locked my tray in the upright position, but I certainly noticed when she sat down beside me and quickly moved the arm rest to the upright position.
I cocked an eyebrow and she smiled, “Miko give ru special dessert now…” she said and then wrinkled her forehead before correcting herself, “No.. Miko give ru special treat now.”
She leaned over and made quick work of my pants, fishing my dick out before I could protest and wrapping her lips around it.
Unable, or at least unwilling to stop her, I just hit the recline button on my seat and leaned back and let her get to give me her special treat.
Mary wasn’t too sure about the man in first class. Sure, there were only two people on board the flight, normally it would have been canceled, but the plane was needed back and so it was going ahead no matter what.
The man gave her the creeps, and sure she wouldn’t have to deal with him, she had the economy cabin on this flight, but still…
She let out a little sigh and decided to get on with her work, she needed to get the cabin ready for departure and Kelly, Michael, and Jill would have to deal with him.
Takeoff went well and about twenty minutes into the flight she heard a commotion coming from first class. She made her way by the single passenger in economy who was watching something on his phone, and entered the front cabin.
There her eyes went wide, all three of her co-attendants were naked or nearly so! Michael was gripping Jills hips as she was bent over and pounding her from behind. Kelly was on the first class passengers lap, bouncing up and down.
None of that was what surprised her for some reason though, instead it was the changes in all three of them.
Kelly had lost at least ten years, likely more, and had the biggest set of tits Mary had ever seen.
Michael had lost twenty… thirty.. forty pounds? He was ripped and muscular.
Jill… well Jill hadn’t changed all that much. She was still young, but she look more like a runway model than a flight attendant now.
“What’s going on here!” Mary quiet shouted, which caught the attention of only one person, then man that Kelly was desperately riding.
His red glowing eyes, cloaked in darkness caught her in their grip and she wanted to run for her life, but her feet remained firmly planted as teh changes started to happen.
