Anxious nerves bellowed inside me when we got to the private airfield and boarded Callista's private jet.
"I don't have my passport," I told her.
"Don't worry about it," Callista hushed while sitting on my lap.
She didn't waste time, did she?
"I'll buy you a new wardrobe, look, jewelry, the works. You'll want for nothing. I need you to be at my beck and call whenever I need you," she smiled.
I wrapped one of my arms around her warm waist, pressing her cleavage against my face. I licked the hot skin between her breasts while pushing her down against my hard-on. Her head arched back as I seized her hair within my grasp. She gasped, dropping her glass of champagne on the floor beside us. I lifted her onto the small table in front of me and began to unbuckle my jeans.
A slight movement out of the corner of my right eye stopped me. It was the stewardess. However, she didn't look shocked; it seemed like she could use a smoke break. She was beautiful. Her perfect, tight brown curls fell closely over her shoulders, with half of it clipped lazily up and out of her face. It looked as if she were drunk herself. Her tight white buttoned-down looked like the button would burst at the seams tucked into her short pencil skirt. Her long legs went for days, and the heels made her even more enthralling.
She glanced up for a moment, and our eyes met. I could see the lust in her eyes.
Callista caressed my cheek, bringing my attention back to her.
"Don't stop now," Callista growled, slightly digging her nails into my cheek.
Is this how she wanted to play it? I picked her up, and she latched onto me with a giggle. I propped myself onto the leather wall bench, kissing her with intent. Whenever she'd pull back, I'd apply the pressure, making it impossible to gasp for fresh air. I wanted her head to spin with ecstasy. A crying moan erupted in my mouth as I seized her dress, ripping it from her body. The sound of fabric tearing and shredding filled the air as the scraps fell. I flipped her onto all fours, facing the wall. My left hand slid up the arch of her back as the other pulled free her underwear.
My fingers unhooked her bra with ease before grasping the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place. I leaned over her, exhaling my hot breath along her neck until I reached the back of her ear. I felt her tremble beneath me.
"Stay still," I commanded.
I pulled away slowly, testing her response. She remained obedient. I slowly began unfastening my jeans while looking directly at the stewardess. Her eyes were on mine. I felt they had been the entire time. I'll put on a show if that's what she was looking for. I fumbled around, trying to put the condom on in the smoothest manner I could. Callista remained statuesque. The flight attendant's eyes were locked on mine. That's right, look right at me while I penetrate her.
I leaned back down over Callista, her body trembling once more as I leaned over her like a dominating alpha. I licked the back of her neck as I slid a finger inside of her wet body. Her hot muscles tightened down upon my intrusion.
"Ugh!" she jerked.
While quickening my pace, I bit the back of her neck. She began squirming. I slipped my fingers out and spanked her.
"Fuck!" she moaned.
I pressed the tip of my erection to her slick opening. She was ready and aching for me. The way she pushed back against me said it all. While purposefully pulling away from her as she tried pushing more of me inside of her, I saw her frustration begin to build. She slammed her hand down defiantly on the leather.
"If you're not going to fuck me, then get the fuck off my jet!" she threatened.
My jaw clenched. I gripped her shoulder within my grasp, slamming my cock inside of her with fruition. She caved beneath me in a heap upon penetration.
"Ugh!" she cried out.
With each thrust, I began to pound more profoundly. I felt her tighten around my cock the more intricate and rougher I was. No matter how good it felt, I couldn't get off. I looked over at the flight attendant once more while still pounding Callista. Her eyes were locked onto us. She began drinking from the bottle of champagne, only to have the foam spray from the top on her white blouse.
"We're en route to decent."
The pilot announced.
I quickened my thrusts while still looking at the flight attendant. She began to lick her fingers seductively clean of the champagne. The ground beneath us jolted. I slammed into her as the plane touched down on the runway. I felt a hot releasing climax. FInally I came.