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.
“Holy shit Jen… is that you?” Jason asked as he turned the corner heading towards the elevator.
Jen blinked several times then tilted her head slightly to the side, “Of course it is Jason, what ever are you on about?”
Jason then blinked several times and couldn’t beleive the sound of the old prude’s voice was coming out of the hot little piece of ass he was looking at.
He’d worked with Jen on hundreds of flights, and each time it had been excruciating. She barked orders, belittled the crew, and insulted the passengers, at least behind their backs.
Then, something even stranger happened.
Jen slowly licked her lips, which he noticed hadn’t actually closed fully in their entire encounter so far, and then glanced down at his crotch.
“Say Jason…” she purred and then stepped right up to him and put a perfectly manicured hand flat on his chest, “I know you, I bet you’ve got lots of time before your next flight…” she said and then her other hand let go of her flight case and reached down and grabbed his dick through his pants.
“Uh… I…” he stuttered before she leaned in and kissed him, with tongue.
She gently pushed him back towards the rooms that the airline reserved for the crews to catch some rest between flights, the sound of the wheels on her flight case filling the hallway.
She pushed him up against one of the doors, swiped her badge to open it, almost sending him tumbling back into the room. Before he could effectively protest, she’d gotten him on to the bed and his pants half way down.
“Jen… I’ve got a flight… we can’t… I mean…”
“Oh shut up Jason, you’d better have a big fat cock for me to suck on.” she almost threatened.
When she pulled down his underwear and his dick sprung out her eyes went wide, she wrapped her hand around it and gave it a quick pump before a smirk crossed her lips.
“Yeah… that will do just fine.” she stated and then wrapped her lips around his dick and slowly slid all the way down.
“OOooooo fuck!” Jason cried out as he felt the warmth of her mouth make him even harder until he could feel the tip of his dick push up against the back of her throat and not stop.
Jen, for her part, had managed to get her blazer off and expose her tits which stood high, firm, and proud on her body even without a bra.
She bobbed up and down for a while and then popped off the tip of his dick, pushed forward, wrapped her tits around his shaft and proceeded to titty fuck him.
“God… it’s about time I something that you flight attendants are actually useful for.” she said.
He just let out a groan and stopped thinking about it, letting her do whatever she wanted.
She slid her tits up and down several times before pulling off of him, only to slide up his body and straddle him. She grabbed his dick, lined it up with her pussy, and slide down until she was sitting atop of him with his dick buried inside of her.
“Fuck yes… that’s what I needed… a big hard dick in my tight little pussy!” she cried out and then moaned.
Jason hadn’t even seen when she’d gotten her skirt off, but as she started to ride him, all he could see was the ecstasy on her face, her giant tits remaining perfectly still against the force of her thrusts, and the bitch of the skys riding his dick like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Jen checked the passenger manifest and frowned, “What kind of idiots booked this? Three passengers on a fourteen hour flight with six flight attendants?” she almost shouted at the head flight attendant.
She pushed the pen in her hands behind her ear, her fingers grazing her short silver hair. She pursed her lips, exposing more wrinkles in her upper lip, and then shook her head.
“Who knows what the airline was thinking…” the head flight attendant replied, but Jen’s question had been rhetorical.
“Probably someone like you in all honesty.” Jen replied and the head flight attendant knew instantly she’d made a mistake.
Jen thrust the clipboard back at the head flight attendant and then turned to return to the cockpit, slumping down in her seat she turned to her co-pilot with a frown.
“Guess we’re the unlucky ones.” she spat and the man, twenty years her junior nodded.
“Yeah, these dead head runs are never fun.” he replied.
Then, just as she was about to say something, the hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up and a chill ran down her spine. She turned to look out the cabin doorway to see a man walking into the plane.
There was a dark aura all around him, almost like it was sucking in all the light and consuming it. She was about to look away when he turned his head and a pair of glowing ruby red eyes locked on to hers for just an instant and she almost screamed.
