Slumbering Toad
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My flight was delayed so I fucked the flight attendant
🕑 Added 2025-05-03 11:09:13 +0000 UTCEveryone in this story is 18+.
I sat at my gate, staring at my phone and watching the minutes go by. The flight was already delayed half an hour, and the plane wasn’t even here yet. The only thing that kept me going was the cute flight attendant sitting across from me.
He was young, with a clean shave and dark, shoulder-length hair that framed his face. He was pretty tall from the looks of it, though the chair made it hard to discern his true height.
He glanced my way, making that the third time we made eye contact in the last ten minutes. Fuck it; it’s not like I had anything better to do. I pushed out of my seat, collected my things, and made my way over.
“Is this seat taken?” I asked.
“Depends,” he said. “Who’s asking?”
I grinned back. “Me,” I said, sitting down right next to him. As I did, another announcement came over the loudspeaker.
“Attention passengers: The incoming plane for this flight has been diverted to another airport. We are searching for a different plane, and we will provide you with more information soon.”
“Great,” the flight attendant said. He put his hands to his forehead and ran them through his hair.
“That doesn’t sound good,” I said.
We continued chatting, mostly small talk, as the flight kept getting pushed back. The two of us really hit it off, and there was definitely a bit of flirting sprinkled throughout our conversation. After literal hours of waiting, the gate agent delivered the final announcement of the night.
“Attention passengers: tonight’s flight has been cancelled. We will put you all onto tomorrow’s flight at no extra charge. For now, please speak with the customer service desk to receive a hotel voucher for the night. I apologize for the inconvenience.”
The reaction was mixed. There were groans, a few shouts, and a couple of clever people who sprinted off to be first in line for the hotel vouchers.
I turned to my new friend, who didn’t seem to budge. “What’s the plan?” I asked.
He bit his lip, contemplative. “If you don’t go now, it’ll be hours before you get a room.”
It looked like he was going to say more, so I waited.
“But the flight attendants will all be taken care of. So… you could crash with me… if you want?” He looked me in the eyes, then quickly diverted his gaze towards the floor.
A smile creeped across my face. “I’d love to.”
The hotel room was quite nice. Far nicer than I imagine the rest of the passengers received. As we began to settle in, my mind raced through the different options. I didn’t know what my approach would be yet, but my goal was certain: I was going to fuck this boy like there was no tomorrow.
“So,” he began. His name was Brett. I’d learned that and plenty more over the several hours spent waiting for a plane that never showed up.
“So,” I said back. He appeared nervous. Excited, maybe? What would be the best course of action?
“There’s only one bed,” he commented.
“Yeah,” I replied. Hell, I was kind of nervous too. We both stood there awkwardly, both too scared to make the first move. “Do you normally offer to share a room with passengers like this?”
“Just the cute ones,” he said. That was smooth, I’ll give him that.
My heart was beating a little faster now. But where did we go from here? We were both dancing around the edge. Testing the waters before diving in.
“That uniform looks stuffy,” I said.
“Oh, it is. Usually I would have taken it off by now,” he flirted back.
Fuuuck. We were so close. “Well… don’t let me stop you.”
“Oh? And are you gonna look away while I change?”
Here it was. “I was sort of hoping you wouldn’t put anything else on.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
I nodded.
“Well, then I guess I better get out of these clothes.”
He began by unbuttoning his shirt. Every move he made was slow, sensual, and precise. When the last button was done, he slipped out of the shirt and tossed it directly at me.
I caught it and placed it on my lap. Partially for the fun of it, partially to hide my dick swelling in my pants.
Next he removed his undershirt, followed by his shoes and socks. His fingers moved quickly now, the excitement and the nerves building like a growing wave. He undid his belt, then the front of his pants. Brett flashed a smile, then winked before dropping his pants to the floor.
My eyes were glued to his body. Toned - not overly muscular - and smooth. Not a lick of chest hair. I wondered if he kept downstairs the same.
I caught my breath as he placed his thumbs in the waistband of his underwear. He stared back, then a grin appeared on his face. “That should do it,” he said. Then he plopped down on the bed next to me.
Fuuuuck. What a tease. I was getting hornier by the second. “That’s it?” I asked.
He chuckled. “What, you thought I was gonna get naked? A bit presumptive, no?”
“And what am I supposed to do about this?” I asked. I moved his uniform shirt aside, revealing the huge bulge I had been hiding.
His eyes went wide, his mouth opened slightly with an eager, devious look.
“You better get to work before I complain to customer service,” I said. I loved this back-and-forth volleying we had going on.
Brett eagerly assumed the role. “What can I do for you, sir?” he asked.
I looked from him to my bulge, then back to him. “I think you know.”
“Of course, of course. Let me sort that out for you.”
Brett fell to his knees, wearing nothing but a tight-fitting pair of underwear. His hands flew to the front of my pants, undoing the button and zipper with expert finesse. I lifted my hips and allowed him to pull down my pants and underwear, my dick springing out at full mast.
“Fuuuck,” he whispered under his breath.
“Go on,” I said expectantly.
He grabbed my dick with one hand and gently stroked it. Then he stuck out his tongue and licked my balls.
“Ahhh,” I sighed. “That’s it, just like that.”
Encouraged by the praise, Brett redoubled his efforts. He licked my balls once more, dragging his tongue across them, up the underside of my cock, coming up and over the tip before taking me into his mouth.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned. I took my shirt off while he sucked my dick. I was fully naked now, with the cute flight attendant on his knees before me. I ran my hands through his long hair, grabbing on gently, enjoying the blowjob.
I let him go on like that for a few minutes. Eventually, I pulled on his hair, taking him away from my dick.
“What’s up?” he asked. “Was that good?”
“It was great. But I need something else now.”
He looked up at me from his spot on the ground. “And what might that be?”
“I think you know.”
Brett smiled, then stood and took a step back. He turned around, bent over slightly, and dropped his underwear to the floor.
“Mmm,” I said, taking in the view. “You’ve got a nice ass.”
“Thanks,” he replied, turning back around.
“Get over here,” I ordered. I tapped my hand on the bed, indicating where I wanted him. He jumped on the mattress, on his back with his legs up and his ass hanging over the edge. I spit in my hand, then rubbed it on his smooth hole. My dick was already wet from the blowjob, ready to slip in. “Ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied.
I pressed forward, his hole gripping my dick tightly as it slipped in.
“Ahhh,” Brett moaned. “It’s been a minute since I’ve been fucked.”
“I’ll be sure to make it memorable then.” I continued to push until I bottomed out deep inside him, watching his face as he struggled to relax and take every inch of me.
“Fuuuck, you’re big,” he said.
I grinned. His hole felt so good; it was warm and wet, and it felt nice and tight around my dick. I slowly pulled back, taking my dick most of the way out of him, then thrust my hips forward once more. Best to start out slow, then work my way up from there. He’d be wrecked by the end either way; might as well take it easy up front.
“Ohhh,” Brett said as I thrust into him again. I gave him long and steady strokes. Not too fast, at least not yet. Let him get used to it first.
“You like that?” I asked as I thrust forward once more.
“Yesss,” he moaned. He was totally into it, and I wondered if perhaps I was overthinking my approach. Brett seemed like a pro at this. A complete whore of a flight attendant who probably bottomed for guys in every city across the country, maybe across the globe. And if that was the case, I’d be happy to show him what a real man could do.
I grabbed him around the thighs and pulled him into me, shoving my hips forward and slamming into his ass. I smirked as I witnessed the look of shock on his face; he clearly wasn’t expecting this kind of a pounding. The teasing and flirting and toying with each other was over. Now it was purely primal.
With my hands wrapped under his thighs, I lifted Brett off the bed. His ass was in the air, his weight resting on his shoulders. He looked back at me, a mix of pleasure and pain on his face as he took my cock over and over again. I rammed into his hole, punching into him with relentless force. The sound of our bodies meeting blended with Brett’s moans, my own grunts, and the squeaking of the mattress. Together they formed a cacophony of sex in the hotel room.
“Harder,” he managed to force out between the moans.
“Harder?” Fuck, this boy really wanted it. “You asked for it.”
I picked up the pace even further, until he was practically screaming with pleasure. His moans turned to high-pitched squeals, his ass sloppy and loose at this point. Sweat beaded my forehead as I pounded his hole, thrusting in and out, in and out, in and out. Breathing heavy, red in the face, fucking my flight attendant like he deserved to be fucked. Through all the effort, I could feel myself getting close.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. He was furiously jacking off.
I continued to fuck him, reading the emotion on his face. He was nearly there. Both of us racing to the end, fucking and sweating and breathing and moaning and… and…
“I’m gonna cum!” he shouted.
Brett’s cock exploded, spouting cum all over his chest and stomach. I pulled out just in time, then grabbed my cock and jerked myself the rest of the way. My own cum sprayed over his body, mixing with his own, covering him in a hot, sticky mess.
“Holy shit,” Brett said once we finished. He was gasping for air, his face flushed, smiling from ear to ear. “That was insane.”
I laughed, then collapsed next to him on the bed. “Your ass is incredible.”
“Fuck,” he sighed.
I moved closer and kissed him on the cheek. Then I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I wish delayed flights always ended up like this.”
He smiled, then pulled me in for a kiss.
