Wendy’s eyes flared in what looked like real concern. He realised that it was really important to her that he was happy with his journey. He decided not conceal his displeasure.
“I’m going to complain about this as soon as I get to JFK. We’re only thirty minutes into the flight and I’m already really disappointed with TGA,” he grumbled.
For the first time he saw hesitation in her smile. “Oh, Mr. Flan, I promise we will all do absolutely anything we can to make your journey really enjoyable. Please allow us the opportunity to impress you with our very best personal service before you decide on making an official complaint.”
Dan was still irritated but Wendy was just so beautiful with her rich auburn hair and gorgeous leggy figure that he found it difficult to remain truly annoyed with her.
He huffed, “Well, we’ll see. I still don’t know what I’m supposed to do for so long.”
“Perhaps I could get you another drink?” Wendy said in her cultured accent.
“Yes, thanks,” he replied. As she walked away towards the bar at the front of the cabin to consult her colleagues, he watched her bum sway from side to side in her tight short navy skirt.
“Oh, fuck, she’s so hot,” he thought to himself as imagined what it would be like to feel such an amazing butt. He adjusted his erection in his trousers uncomfortably and tried to distract himself by looking out of the window at the sea of fluffy white cloud but he couldn’t help but think of Wendy.
“Mr. Flan?”
He looked up startled to find Ella standing over him with a bottle of beer and glass on a tray. He realised two things simultaneously. One was that she had been standing there for a while trying to attract his attention while he’d been fantasising about taking Wendy roughly from behind. And the other was that he was sporting an obvious erection.
He crossed his legs in a vain attempt to hide it but as Ella lifted her lovely blue eyes to meet his, he could clearly see she was aware of his awkward state.
“Oh, yes, I mean, er, yes?” he stuttered, discomfited by her presence, her height and her magnificent chest.
“Mr. Flan, I know Wendy has already said sorry to you,” she said in her delightful Highland accent, “but, as head of the cabin crew, I really wanted to add my own heartfelt apologies. Is there anything I or any of the rest of us can do to make up for this terrible situation?”
It took a little while for Dan to untie his tongue. If Wendy had been slender and elegant, Ella was curvaceous and sensual. Her mouth was parted slightly as she smiled and her light pink lips looked moist. Her blonde hair was tied back in a short pony tail and her considerable breasts strained at her blue blouse as if they were trying to escape. Once more Dan couldn’t help but look down her top at her black bra and into her magnificent cleavage. He squirmed in his chair as his erection flexed involuntarily.
“Are you sure you’re feeling OK, Mr. Flan?” Ella said, noticing his wriggling. “If you’re in any discomfort at all, I, or any of my colleagues, would be more than happy to ease it for you.”
For a few seconds, Dan was breathless. What was she saying? He looked down at his obviously bulging crotch and back up at her.
“Oh, Mr. Flan, that does look uncomfortable,” Ella said looking down too. “I’m particularly concerned that one of the ultra class cabin crew might have caused your, um, distress? Was it Wendy?”
Dan didn’t know what to say. He felt a strange mixture of extreme arousal and complete terror. He settled for nodding uncertainly.
Ella looked back over her shoulder. “Wendy? I need you to come and help Mr. Flan,” she called.
Dan let out a deep animal groan as Wendy swayed back towards him.
“Wendy,” Ella instructed pointing to his lap, “look at what you’ve done to Mr. Flan. I’m afraid it’s your responsibility to make it better for him.”
Wendy made an exaggerated show of licking her lips. “My pleasure,” she said as she knelt down in front of him, still smiling.
Dan held his breath in astonishment as Ella, leaning seductively over him, reached down and slowly tugged his fly down. She slid one of her perfectly manicured hands inside his trousers and pulled his cock out firmly.
“Oh, fuck,” he swore in disbelief at the coolness of her hand on his aching erection.
“There you go Wendy, kiss it better,” Ella said. Wendy bent her head down and pecked her hot red lips slowly onto the very tip of his knob, causing him to moan in anticipation. Her lips felt warm and wet, and left a sticky red mark which was then washed away as she swirled her tongue around his glans.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Dan swore at the remarkable feeling of her tight mouth slowly sliding down his throbbing dick. He couldn’t believe this was happening but he was determined to enjoy every second of his good fortune.
As Wendy slowly bobbed her head up and down the length of his shaft, pausing occasionally to flick her tongue over his knob or suck on his heavy balls, Dan looked up at Ella.
He knew he shouldn’t have done it without asking, but he couldn’t help himself as he reached up to squeeze her big firm boobs through her blouse.
Instead of complaining, Ella inclined her head slightly to the left and beamed at him. “Would you like me to get my breasts out for you, Mr. Flan? I can guarantee that they’re most satisfactory.”
“Oh, yes,” he grunted in reply.
Ella unbuttoned her blouse unhurriedly to expose her magnificent bosom, encase in a pretty lacy bra, before reaching behind her to unclasp it.
Her knockers were as big as he’d imagined although even firmer and more upstanding than he’d have thought possible. Her nipples were light brown and hardened almost instantly at his touch.
“Oh, wow, you’re tits are amazing,” he said to her as he groped both firmly. She just smiled back.
He could feel himself getting closer to orgasm and, although he desperately wanted to make the experience last as long as possible, he couldn’t stop himself racing towards climax. He looked down into Wendy’s big green eyes peeping out from under her sweet blue hat as she smiled up at him around her mouthful of cock, her tight pursed pink lips gliding up and down his shaft deliciously, before reaching out once more for Ella.
He buried his face between Ella’s boobs and licked and sucked her nipples for a few more seconds before barking out in pleasure as he began to spurt repeatedly in Wendy’s willing mouth.
“Oh, yes,” he shouted, bucking his hips to squeeze every last drop of jism onto her agile tongue before collapsing back into his seat.
As Wendy stood up she wiped a few stray drops of cum into her mouth with her slender fingers, before noisily swallowing and then giving him another big smile.
“Was that OK, Mr. Flan?” she asked pertly.
He nodded in contentment. “Oh, yes, that was more than OK. Thanks, Wendy.”
“My pleasure, Mr Flan,” she said turning to walk to the front of the cabin.
“I hope you’re finding our ultra class service more satisfactory, Mr. Flan. I’m sure we can continue in the same vein all the way to New York so that you’ll feel no need to complain about your treatment,” Ella said smoothly, still topless.
“No, really, that was amazing,” Dan replied. “It would be great to do that again but I’m not sure I’ll be able to,” he said honestly, not having tried for years to come more than once in a day.