So this flight attendant was giving me looks during her whole routine. She buckled the belt and growled, she popped the life jacket and squeaked, etc. There was like three other people on the flight, and they were tuned out so it didn’t really matter. . About 20 minutes later she came by with the drink tray and offered me some vodka (for free). I was drinking it lustily, when all of a sudden she bent over and whispered “now I’ll show you the real way to get in the upright locked position.” There was something in the tone of her voice that made me almost lose my load, but thank the air gods I retained it. I was ready to take whatever she had to offer. She pulled me up, brought me to the safety seat, buckled me in, and started wailing. I could tell she was already wet and had a load of energy because she’d been doing the route all day. Now it was time to do the route all night. It wasn’t 30 seconds before she had my junk half way down her throat, our eyes locked at this point, and I could tell right then that this chick meant business. I felt like some kind of way for her to release her anger and hormones, but like I’m gonna object to something like this! Ok, so next thing I know, I am still sitting down, but she turns around and bends over right in front of my face. That skirt came up almost as fast as her g-string (thats right, a g-string) came off, and my face was so far in that thing I didn’t know up from down. But she was only pleased with that for brief interval. The next thing that happened far surpassed any fantasy of mine. She throws me back, puts my hands on her soft, meaty breasts, and sits in my lap, facing the same direction as me. It took her a minute to get me inside of her as she adjusted, but once I was fastened inside of her, she really went to work. That girl was like a piston on my stuff, up and down, all over the place, plus she was loud. I mean, as loud as you can be when you are on a plane. I popped three off in her before she was done. At that point, in a flurry, she got off of me, pulled up her panties, straightened her skirt and said to me, “sir, it appears that we are out of Ginger Ale,” then she walked back up to the front of the plane, and never made eye contact with me again.