("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text ------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2014. Please do not remove the author information nor make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------- Private Flight by this guy (thisguy.1066@gmail.com) *** A man takes a trip on a private plane and gets to enjoy the stewardess. (MF, tease) *** Not long ago I had gotten a job working in public relations for a mining company... a Russian mining company. I guess they figured that, as an American, I would be better prepared to deal with the western press... Ultimately, though, after six months of being unemployed I was happy to have a job. I spent the first two weeks of my employment at the company's offices in Saint Petersburg learning about the company's various operations, meeting the senior management, learning the language of mining, and what not. Then, I was informed that all new hires were expected to physically go see one of the company's mines; to see how the work of mining was done. Having always been in the white collar world, I can't say I was all that thrilled by the idea of taking a tour of an operating coal mine in the Urals; but if that was something I was going to have t do to continue getting a paycheck I was going to do it. Sadly it took me two days to learn that I was waiting to be flown out to the mine because another new hire, an accountant, was going to be on the same tour as me. He had to finish his company orientation first: leaving me a couple more days until the flight. Secure in that knowledge, I asked if I had to just sit in the office doing nothing: I was informed that since I wasn't actually doing any work, I should consider the two days as a pause in my working calendar. So, during the Wednesday and Thursday of that week I wandered around Saint Petersburg. I saw quite a few sights: the Winter Palace, the Admiralty building, Pavlovsk Park, and the house Vladimir Nabokov (the author of the book "Lolita") grew up in. I ate at a number of restaurants, had drinks in a few bars, even went to a nightclub and danced with a few incredibly beautiful women... On Friday I went to the company's office. I was supposed to be taken from there to the airport with the accountant for our flight out to the mine, but it turned out that he was a bit of a klutz and had managed to break his leg the previous day by falling down a flight of stairs. So I was going to be touring the coal mine alone... After a decidedly uneventful ride to the airport, I headed out to the tarmac. I climbed through the door at the tail of the company's plane, an old Soviet built twin-engine prop (which looked strikingly similar to a C-47). The interior of the plane was... well, it looked like the typical private / corporate jet: a leather couch, swiveling leather club-chairs, a beautiful wood dining table... certainly not the sort of vehicle I was used to travelling in. I had barely sat down in one of the club-chairs when the engines roared to life... a moment later the plane was rolling... then airborne. I was alone in the cabin, the only sound was the hum (quiet rumble is probably a better way describe it) of the engines. I was going to have plenty of "quiet" time to read through the file that I had been given with explained the process of mining coal. Having grown up in West Virginia I had a pretty good idea how coal mining worked: so all I really needed to do was look over the papers in the file to "re-acquaint" myself with the process. Sitting the file down on the table next to me, I knew all I really had to do was take the tour, listen to whatever my tour-guide had to say, and not do or say anything stupid: easy... Looking up I realized I was, in fact, not the only person in the cabin. Standing a few feet in front of me was a stunningly beautiful woman. She had the slender/vertical body of a runway model; was easily six-feet tall, with nearly shoulder-length straight blonde hair, very fair skin, green eyes... truly stunning! But what she was wearing was astounding: a scarf of bright red lace was tied (like a neck-tie) somewhat loosely around her long slender neck. Wrapped tightly around her "A" cup breasts was a fairly conventionally shaped layered lace (the outside layer was bright red and each successive layer was slightly darker) bra; hanging from her narrow hips was a matching (the same material and color) pair of bikini-style panties (which looked more like a bikini bottom, than panties: the waist- band tied in a bow on each side); and on her feet, a pair of bright red patent leather pumps with very high (at least four-inch) stiletto heels. Just seeing the physical beauty of her body, coupled with what she was wearing gave me an instant hard-on. "Ha-lo, my name is Annastascya, can I get you eny- thing? ... food, drink... coffee, tea... eny-thing at all?" she said in English, her Russian accent was unmistakable, yet her grammar was far better than that of most of the women who professed to speaking English. While I wasn't hungry or thirsty, I was most definitely attracted to her. "No I'm fine," I answered, "sit down, take a load off." I offered, waving my hand in the direction of the club-chair on the far side of the little table. Bowing her head slightly and giving me a very subtle smile (as if to say thank you), she turned and promptly sat on my lap. "Oh my... " was all I could think, particularly when I glanced down to see one of the bow-knots of her "bottoms" was pressed against the hard-on that was straining against the fabric of my shorts. Annastascya was ignoring my hard-on, so I tried to do the same as I introduced myself. We quickly began talking about various things... home, family, work... I learned that she was 22, had grown-up in a little town east of the Urals in Siberia, had a brother and two sisters, liked cats... our conversation almost seemed that of a first date... so much so that I had completely forgotten about my hard-on. As she was telling me her favorite color was red the plane hit turbulence. She put her left arm around my neck grabbing my shoulder as she nearly fell off my lap. In the same instant, I grabbed her: my right hand on her waist, my left hand on her slender thigh, a few inches above the knee. The turbulence continued for some time as we held on to each other tightly, pressing the bare skin of her hip hard against my now completely obvious hard-on. She looked down, gave be a naughty grin and said, "You know, I am not just flight serv-ess (she obviously meant 'flight attendant'), I am also flight entert-tainment..." 'Wow, an in-flight hooker,' I thought for an instant, before my mind reverted to its normal 'real world' state: she probably sang, or played an instrument, or something along those lines. "...when turbulence stop, dance?" she continued, as she reached down and pulled her shoes off with her right hand. I wasn't sure what she meant by "dance": did she mean we would dance together? ... or would she perform some traditional Russian folk dance?... or, well... whatever. A full twenty minutes after the turbulence had begun they ended. Letting go of my shoulder, Annastascya tried to get up off my lap; except I was still holding her waist and thigh... Looking at me she said, "You need let go, so I get up," feeling quite embarrassed, I quickly released my grip on her incredible body. She stood, then walked across the cabin, and put on music: it had a strong beat, but beyond that I couldn't place it and would be hard pressed to describe it. I was admiring the spectacular view I had of the back of her body: the gentle "v"-shaped silhouette descending down her ribcage from her shoulders to her thin waist, the curved flare of her narrow hips, the long elegant curves of her slender legs... By the time my gaze had reached her ankles, Annastascya was turning around. She had the thinnest ankles I had ever seen on an adult. Then her feet came into view, they were just as beautiful as the rest of her: long slender toes, with neatly trimmed nails coated in bright red nail-polish that appeared to match her shoes; fairly high, delicate looking arches; not a hint of callous or dry skin... If I had a foot fetish I probably would have blown my load in my pants right then and there. Smiling at me she began gently rolling her hips side to side with the music. With each beat of the music she rolled her hips just a little bit further. Pretty soon her hips were moving through an area at least three-feet wide... she began swinging her arms... I was fairly certain she was doing some sort of folk- dance: the sort of dance that is completely non- erotic when done in normal clothing. Except she wasn't wearing normal clothing: I could feel my dick beginning to throb in my pants... A moment later the song ended, giving me another smile she asked, "You like?" My mouth was dry, "Yeah," was about all I could respond. Offering her hand to me Annastascya replied, "Then you dance with." As I stood I replied, "I don't think I can move like that... " "Course you can, I teach," she said with a smile, before stepping behind me. As the next song started she put her hands on my hips and began moving my body (and her own) side to side with the beat of the music. After thirty seconds or so she moved her hands off my hips... somehow I managed to continue the motion, "good. Now we dance proper." She stepped around me. Facing me now she took my hands and put them on her hips. She placed her own hands on my hips as we continued to move back and forth with the beat of the music. We'd been dancing like that for a few minutes when the plane was again shaken by turbulence. Unfortunately this time we were both standing: the turbulence sent us careening across the cabin. Annastascya landed on the leather couch on her back... I ended up on top of her. The realization that I was laying on top of this incredibly beautiful woman brought my hard-on back to full swing. The plane continued shaking, causing a certain amount of friction me and Annastascya's nearly nude body. 'Oh god," I felt my butt-cheeks tighten in my shorts...I was about to have an orgasm. Half a second later my balls drew up under my rigid dick. By this point I knew there was no stopping my orgasm: so I let it happen. The cum began surging up the little tube on the underside of my prick. First one, then another, and another: my hot, thick, sperm- laden, creamy, cum spewed out of the little hole on the end of my dick; shooting all over the inside of my shorts. Once my orgasm finally subsided, giving me a little grin, and trying to suppress laughter, Annastascya spoke up, "you need girlfriend... " "Yeah. Yeah I do," I confessed with a depressed snort. After pause that lasted for a few seconds she offered, "I be your girlfriend?" "Sure," I heard my voice say. A part of me wondered what I was thinking, but Annastascya a decent enough person, not to mention incredibly beautiful... so how could I have said anything else... "Good." Annastascya smiled at me, as the plane stopped shaking. Thankfully we had made it through the turbulence. Climbing off her, I asked if there was someplace I could change my shorts. Boldly she began undoing them right there in the cabin saying, "I take care of it for you." Soon my shorts were around my ankles... Once I had stepped free of them Annastascya got up off the leather couch, went over to my bag, got a fresh pair of shorts for me, and proceeded to wash the "soiled" pair of shorts I had been wearing in the little sink in the "galley." 'Wow, this girl is amazing..." was all I could think as I put on the fresh pair of shorts before sitting back down in the club chair and returning to the file about the mine. Shortly before we landed, Annastascya put the mostly dry now clean pair of shorts I had accidentally soiled in my bag. As I was getting off the plane she said, "I take care of you on return trip..." I couldn't believe my ears: she was actually offering to have sex with me BEFORE we'd gone on a single date! END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 81