Flight Attendants' Mile-High Club Group Orgy

The red-eye from New York to London was nearly empty. First class held only six souls beneath the dimmed cabin lights, the drone of the engines a low, constant thrum at 35,000 feet. Lena moved down the aisle with the easy confidence of a woman who had done this route a hundred times. At thirty-two, the blonde flight attendant’s body had only grown more lush with age—full breasts straining against the crisp white blouse, wide hips and a round ass that made the navy pencil skirt look painted on. Her husband might be the captain, but up here she answered to no one but her own desires.

Behind her came Mia, twenty-eight, lean and athletic with a runner’s tight ass and long, sculpted legs. Her brunette hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail that swayed with every step. Tara brought up the rear, twenty-six, a fiery redhead whose pale skin glowed under the soft reading lights. Her green eyes sparkled with mischief as she carried a tray of champagne flutes, the top three buttons of her blouse already undone “by accident.”

The three male passengers watched them like predators who had just realized the prey was hunting them right back.

In seat 1A sat Marcus, a cocky forty-one-year-old CEO whose tailored shirt stretched across a powerful chest and thick arms. Next to him in 2C was Jax, thirty-four, a rugged professional rugby player built like a brick wall—broad shoulders, veined forearms, and a square jaw shadowed with stubble. Across the aisle in 3D lounged Kai, thirty, a celebrated travel photographer whose easy smile and bedroom eyes had probably melted half the flight attendants on every continent.

Lena leaned over Marcus to refill his glass, letting her breasts brush his shoulder. “You gentlemen seem awfully awake for a red-eye,” she purred, voice low enough that the words vibrated against his ear. “Most passengers are snoring by now.”

Marcus’s hand grazed the back of her thigh, bold and unapologetic. “Hard to sleep when three goddesses keep bending over in front of us.”

Mia stopped in front of Jax, her tight skirt riding high enough to show the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. “Anything else I can get you, sir?” She emphasized the last word, letting it drip with filthy promise.

Jax’s dark eyes dragged slowly up her body. “Been thinking about joining the mile-high club since I boarded. Specifically with a flight attendant who looks like she could ride a cock at cruising altitude without missing a beat.”

Tara didn’t bother with subtlety. She set her tray down and slid straight into Kai’s lap, looping her arms around his neck. “And what about you, handsome? Ever fantasized about fucking a redhead at thirty-five thousand feet while the rest of the plane sleeps?”