Read Me Tonight Season 1 – Story 7
25-year-old Jamilla was an aspiring flight attendant based from London whose crew were placed under the training of an older supervisor who among years of hard work and experience was also surrounded by lesbian gossip and rumors. After a particularly difficult flight and subsequent hotel upgrade, Jamilla found out discreetly how those rumors were true and started an ongoing affair with her supervisor.
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Read Time: 32 Minutes
Jamilla (25) is a French Moroccan flight attendant working from London at one of the famous airlines for international travel. 6ft tall with caramel brown skin, rich natural lips, dark eyes and long hair. On the slim side, complimenting a beautiful physique in her work clothes. Jamilla thought she knew what she was doing, until she met a mentor on the job and changed in more ways than one.
10 years older than, 6+ years more experienced in the airline industry, and with a painstakingly physical attraction that drove Jamilla crazy. Mrs K, as she was called, was assigned to supervise Jamilla’s crew for a couple of months. She was a seasoned veteran at the airline and had a reputation for being tough but fair. At 38, Mrs K always looked sharp in her outfits with perky breasts and medium brown hair and 5’9” height to match. A seasoned British woman who could supervise a team with ease and was soft-spoken or very blunt depending on the situation.
Mrs K had a way of bringing out everyone’s passion at work. And the work was not easy, especially the long-distance routes of 9+ hours at a time. Not only do all safety procedures need to be met and shown to the passengers, throughout the flight they served drinks and meals and made the lives of many passengers easier with extra attention, pillows or drinks and snacks. They must be calm but affirmative, lead and wear a cape of confidence in emergency situations. Never showing their own fear, or even the personal disdain for some of the rude passengers. Plus, CPR and other training certificates for safety and self-defense.
Mrs K was also very attentive with the female flight attendants she personally liked, which made for some funny lesbian gossip but always remained unconfirmed. Probably just jealousy among some of the girls.
The flight route Jamilla and Mrs K worked on was from London to one of the busiest Asian cities popular for tourists, business travelers and VIPs. The airline had newly renovated planes and were trialing new onboard services. Everyone had their own duties and Mrs K walked around assisting where necessary. In two weeks Jamilla had 3 back-and-forth trips with Mrs K and 1 without her, which made her realize the crew performed better under Mrs K’s supervision.
With 2 more weeks to go before they had a scheduled break, Jamilla cruised the skies comfortably with her team lead by Mrs K. But one flight broke the lucky streak and Jamilla would never forget it.
Not even an hour into the long journey ahead Jamilla sensed the usual flow among the team was off. It quickly became a nightmare-ish journey, with severe turbulence 4 times that made the passengers afraid, rowdy and some ill. They complained so frequently the entire crew worked non-stop to please everyone. Migraines, nausea bags, snacks, blankets, general yelling, kids crying, plane rattling, all at a constant pace.
To top it all off, once they landed at the destination the ground crew announced unforeseen errors which delayed everyone by another 30 minutes. Finally, when the storm was all over for the crew, one of the first-class passengers walked over to Mrs K and Jamilla. He thanked them for their hard work and quietly offered the two of them an upgrade at their hotel for that night’s layover. He worked for the vice president of the company but had limitations on the number of upgrades he could use.
The company VIP said he was impressed by the way Jamilla and Mrs K in particular handled things, and that they stood out to the company. Jamilla felt her ego stroked so much she could have fainted in excitement. He emailed through their names and bookings to the hotel for the upgrade and told them not to brag about it to the rest but to most of all, enjoy themselves.
After that horror flight, Jamilla and Mrs K were the last to get a taxi to the hotel. Jamilla normally joined a small group of the flight attendants for a few drinks locally, but that night she was too tired. Mrs K included, they wanted to make use of the luxurious hotel services and unwind.
And the guy kept his word, the hotel assigned 1 large deluxe suite for the two of them to stay in. A Jacuzzi/spa came included, so did free champagne and a full-service Smart TV. That was all they needed to hear; the entire suite being fit for a king was a bonus.
Jamilla and Mrs K laughed when they saw a Thank You card and 2 bottles of champagne on the counter. They agreed to freshen up and finish the bottles.
They each had a comfy bed in a large bedroom suite, and the bathroom was the size of a walk-in closet. They needed to share it, something Jamilla was slightly nervous about. Her fancy for Mrs K aside, Jamilla only had lesbian porn-watching experience under her belt and felt uncomfortable getting undressed and to relax.
Mrs K followed the lead and set the spa for a perfect temperature and undressed herself slowly behind Jamilla who was freshening up in the sink. Jamilla peeked through the mirror and watched Mrs K undo her shirt buttons and bra, zipped open the dress and slid off the leggings one by one.
Mrs K took all her clothes back to the bedroom wearing only her panties. When she came back, Jamilla dried her face with a towel while Mrs K walked in naked holding 2 glasses and one of the opened champagne bottles. She carefully climbed in the water and invited Jamilla to join her.
Stop being so shy and enjoy the free luxury for once – Mrs K said.
Jamilla undid everything she wore, feeling Mrs K’s watchful eyes on her the whole time. She carefully joined her, with the hands covering up her crotch and breasts until she was submerged in the water.
She followed Mrs K’s lead and drank the first glass of champagne quickly, then refilled and laid back in the water. They chatted about the flight and Jamilla’s performance. Particularly how good it was.
It did not take long for the effects of the second glass to hit their conversation. Jamilla noticed a very warm and welcoming expression on Mrs K’s face every time their eyes met, more so than usual. Mrs K also complimented her on other topics throughout the conversation without seeming insincere. Jamilla occasionally gushed and giggled to herself while swigging from her champagne. Mrs K’s lesbian rumors came across her mind and she thought that she might get sexually harassed tonight by a supervisor. It was oddly exciting, feeling an attraction to Mrs K’s charm and maturity.
Mrs K complimented her on the communication skills with passengers. What strong wrists Jamilla had carrying the trays around. How her skin had a beautiful tan Mrs K was jealous of. How she had a bright future ahead with one of the best airlines in the world. Alcohol or not, there definitely seemed to be some sparks between them.
Your leadership potential is also in the fact that you are here with me in this tub. I like your guts, will put you in higher regard with my own superiors – Mrs K said, flattering Jamilla with more sweet words.
I’ve got more than just guts Mrs K – Jamilla replied, wanting to make a strong impression.
Half an hour went by and the first champagne bottle was finished. Mrs K stood up and reached for 2 towels.
Let’s finish the other one on the couch – Mrs K suggested. She quickly dried herself, then grabbed the hotel’s bath robe and put it on. Jamilla did the same.
When Jamilla sat down on the couch, Mrs K handed her a new glass of champagne and they cheered. Mrs K’s robe was covered up, but her legs were touching with Jamilla’s and mostly uncovered from the thighs down. They continued poking each other with playful remarks, light knee touching when they laughed and drank more champagne.
The conversation got around to the dating topic and they confessed not being able to have any significant relationships due to the workload and flying schedules. Other than a great group of friends, their sexual lives lacked any consistent action. Maybe it was the drunkenness, maybe it was the travel loneliness, but Jamilla felt immersed in Mrs K’s charms and witty remarks. At one point she even thought to herself, who cared if Mrs K saw her staring at the legs? That night was a special occasion.
During one particularly long stare, watching Mrs K’s legs and listening to her talk, Jamilla heard Mrs K’s speech slow down. She noticed Mrs K noticed that she stared – Uh oh, think of something fast, I made it awkward! Jamilla thought.
Mrs K slowly finished her glass and reached for Jamilla’s one. She put both the glasses back on the table but never broke eye contact with Jamilla. She also leaned in closer, both silently watched each other and panted between them. The tension was enormous and felt electric.
Mrs K moved closer, and Jamilla did the same. They both kept eye contact. From the corner of her eyes Jamilla saw Mrs K’s legs parted in her direction. Their faces met each other for a small peck on the lips, followed by a confused silence.
Mrs K pushed forward and kissed Jamilla again on the lips. And again. Jamilla froze, burning up inside with flames of excitement and nervousness. Jamilla slowly started to kiss back. Everything she ever saw in lesbian videos was coming back to her. Her craving for the woman sunk in as she felt how wet Mrs K’s lips were and how intimate it was to play around with each other’s tongues.
Their kissing intensified when Jamilla placed her hands around Mrs K’s back and shoulders, signalling she was all hers.
Mrs K reached one hand inside Jamilla’s robe and cupped her breasts. She played with both; Mrs K became the aggressor taking charge of making out with Jamilla who let the woman seduce her.
Mrs K passionately kissed down the side of Jamilla’s neck and gave her hickeys. Mrs K’s face was buried in Jamilla’s neckline and squeezed her boobs playfully. It created a powerful feeling that erected Jamilla’s nipples and made her breathing heavier. One of Jamilla’s own hands reached for Mrs K’s breasts, finding her right one first and touched it all over.
The mood turned to horny very quickly and both of their legs were intertwined, writhing up against each other as they kissed and made out like curious schoolgirls on a couch.
Eventually, Mrs K broke their kiss and reached for the champagne bottle. She scurried down to her knees in front of Jamilla and sat in front of the legs, swigging from the bottle directly. Jamilla loved the sight and encouraged her by spreading the legs with the robe, exposing more of herself to Mrs K.
Mrs K silently looked at Jamilla’s crotch, how much it already glistened and the lack of any hairs. Jamilla’s lower lips were the same color as her thighs and legs and rest of the body, and juicy like a melon carved open. Mrs K longed for it, her face said it all as she licked her lips with lust multiple times just staring at it.
What a beautiful pussy, I feel blessed. Sorry but mine is a bit hairier than yours… – Mrs K said carefully, talking to Jamilla’s other lips.
What makes you think I want to see it? Jamilla replied tipsy, suggestively flirting back with Mrs K.
Ha! There is no way I will not have you eat me tonight – Mrs K replied bluntly, almost factual and confidently arrogant.
Jamilla was stunned by the response. Mrs K further opened Jamilla’s robe and poured a tiny amount of champagne down her chest and stomach. She quickly followed it up with kisses and licked the stream of champagne, playfully resting on both Jamilla’s breasts and sucked her nipples gently. The woman was visibly hungry for her.
Mrs K poured more champagne on Jamilla, the second time on the belly button making sure it flowed down to Jamilla’s slit between her legs. Jamilla felt how cold it was and shivered, and Mrs K went in head-first. With her mouth and eyes wide open, she planted a big smooch on Jamilla’s sticky lips and licked up the inner slit. She also licked any leftover champagne scattered around the grooves of Jamilla’s thighs.
Jamilla laid back in the couch, resting her back and thrusting her hips forward. Mrs K was in between her legs on the floor, eating her with a hunger and skill she never experienced before. If that was what those girls in the videos felt, Jamilla wanted more.
Jamilla heard every munch, slurp and chow sound Mrs K made as soon as it started. She was wetter than ever before, and her own creamy slit had constant movement on it. Breathing erratically, Jamilla was not sure if that was a good or bad thing but the sensations tingled her toes and tightened her stomach. It became hard to keep her eyes open.
Every lick Mrs K planted felt like heaven, and Jamilla had nervous thoughts about why it felt so good, yet she was far from an orgasm. But the more jitters she felt, the more she released into Mrs K’s mouth. Eventually she felt 30 second lapses of control, increasingly building up throughout her body. Jamilla felt every powerful stroke of Mrs K’s tongue, it intensified her body with electricity and oddly made everything move in slow-motion. Lesbian Super Saiyan.
When Jamilla recovered her breathing, Mrs K stopped her ferocious eating and came up to kiss her. She could smell herself on Mrs K’s mouth, how her own juices coated Mrs K’s tongue when they kissed. Salty, sticky, yet tasty and exciting.
See, now how can you not want to give me that as well? Mrs K said, coy and seductive.
Mrs K did not wait for Jamilla’s response. She stood up and undid her own robe. She tossed it on the couch next to Jamilla and sat on it. She put an arm around Jamilla, and gently pushed her off the couch to return the favor.
Jamilla positioned herself on the knees, tipsy and ready to try her first pussy ever. She noticed Mrs K’s fuller lips. The legs spread apart showing a pink slit and hair around the top. It created a bushy patch for Jamilla’s nose, with a specific kind of smell Jamilla did not take to at first. But she quickly grew to like it. She realized later that was Mrs K’s particular smell and each woman she got with since then had her own unique and tasty flavor.
Jamilla also noticed it was visibly on the mature side, not quite like her own. But it did not matter at all apart from being noticed. Jamilla watched the odd mature woman & young girl video online and a lot of the women were beautiful in older age. Imperfections added character, substance and flavor to something that should be sampled with pride, respect and care. So what, there were some hairs, that probably without a shower made it more fuzzy and natural tasting? So what, her lips matured and ripened? It was an age beauty stamp. No one should care if it ended up not tasting the greatest, the woman was beautiful – Jamilla thought to herself, excited to please Mrs K with only theoretical knowledge of how to.
Jamilla closed her eyes, parted her hair away from the face, and dove in mouth-first towards Mrs K’s welcoming and anticipating groin. She saw Mrs K smiling attentively, with an excitement for what Jamilla was about to do. Mrs K even bit her own lips in anticipation. The closer Jamilla was getting, the more she picked up Mrs K’s odor. The inner slit appeared damp, like a hot towel they gave you in Korean BBQ restaurants. After their luxurious spa time it also had a hint of soapy flowers, Jamilla wondered what it normally smelled like with a playful curiosity.
The moment Jamilla pressed her tongue against Mrs K’s wetness, she felt Mrs K moved her crotch along with the speed of the mouth. Mrs K placed a hand on her head, Jamilla pushed her tongue on Mrs K’s slit firmer. She tasted it, noticing how sour it was but how she instantly could not get enough. It was like kimchi, with a fruit flavor that Jamilla was more intrigued by. More interestingly, was also the effect it had on Mrs K than the actual flavor. A new kind of porridge bowl Jamilla quickly fell in love with.
Jamilla pictured herself like the Japanese lesbian JAV videos she also sometimes watched. How some of them genuinely licked for its pleasure and intimacy and gave in to the moment. Plus, some were also a little hairy like Mrs K.
That was what it was like for Jamilla, who was widely grinning from cheek to cheek.
Jamilla increasingly felt Mrs K’s stomach muscles and hip movements shake, how Mrs K’s thighs got goose bumps and how the wetness was like a warm sticky waterfall.
Mrs K’s hands wrapped around the back of Jamilla’s head. Her legs tilted and spread more, letting Jamilla munch at the juicy middle while she moaned and groaned.
I might need a few minutes, but keep doing it like that girl, damn – Mrs K said out loud, breathing heavier.
What were a few minutes? Jamilla joked to herself. As much as she enjoyed it, it was the first time, so she did not know how long it was supposed to go for. She felt the edges of her own mouth and cheeks getting wetter. But no towel nearby.
Jamilla also felt the alcohol took over some of the excitement. She became thirsty for the same juice she was not sure if she was going to like it a moment ago. It was a moment for Jamilla she described as someone realizing they had a new addiction. Jamilla loved Mrs K’s pussy. And when she eventually felt a discomfort in her jaws, she began feeling a change in Mrs K’s convulsions. She felt Mrs K’s stomach tightened at much longer intervals, and her juices became much stickier in texture than before. Mrs K’s hands clawed into Jamilla’s head; an orgasm was inevitable.
And that was when Mrs K took over. Jamilla’s head was gripped tightly, with her tongue sticking out, and Mrs K grinded away with strong jolts and finishing moves. If that was a lesbian game of Mortal Kombat, Mrs K just performed a Finish Her! on Jamilla’s face.
A few seconds after, Jamilla was unsure whether she should keep licking or stop. Mrs K sat up and moved Jamilla’s head away from her crotch.
Thank you, my love. Come give me more – Mrs K said as she guided Jamilla by the hands to stand up.
Give me more – Mrs Ks directed again.
Mrs K sat herself on the floor and leaned against the couch. Jamilla stood in front of her with the legs slightly parted.
She put her hands around Jamilla’s legs, with the open palms on the booty cheeks and pulled Jamilla closer. She also adjusted her neck on the couch and extended her legs past Jamilla.
With Mrs K’s hands guiding her, Jamilla crouched and dipped down onto Mrs K’s face with her crotch. It felt like doing squats, but no weights and the balance happened on Mrs K’s face.
Jamilla straddled Mrs K’s face, who received her with open mouth and a happy smile. When the mouth latched on and the tongue began moving inside Jamilla’s slit, it felt like she got her soul sucked out from between her legs. Mrs K’s mouth synchronized with Jamilla’s bodily reactions and ate her up like a fruit, still holding her by the hips and backside.
That second time Mrs K chewed on her felt shorter but just as powerful and mind numbing. Jamilla shook and grinded on Mrs K, already a bit more confident than before. She learned what it was like to use Mrs K’s mouth as a tool to get herself off. Jamilla’s spasms and convulsions culminated in another strong release. She lifted herself from Mrs K’s face before it got too sensitive. Mrs K had a naughty expression on her face, as she wiped around the edges of the mouth. The nose and chin areas around her mouth were visibly wet and sticky, like a layer of glaze after donuts.
Jamilla sat down next to Mrs K and leaned against the couch. She was out of breath and held Mrs K’s hands firmly.
Mrs K happily kissed Jamilla’s neck again as their hands intertwined. They breathed slower and embraced each other, cooling down from their sensations.
When Jamilla stood up, Mrs K continued to hold her hands and guided her to the side of the couch near a desk. Mrs K lovingly knelt in front of her again, kissed her stomach and belly button and held her by both sides.
Mrs K motioned Jamilla to turn around slowly. Jamilla placed her hands on the desk in front of her and naturally arched her back when she leaned forward. Mrs K was behind her kissing around Jamilla’s booty, both cheeks and in between them were smothered in smooches. Jamilla let out a moan with each smooch that came closer and closer to her star, it felt like Mrs K wanted dessert after the main course and it happened to be her ass.
What are you doing? Jamilla cried out in pleasure, she never experienced that from someone before.
Getting myself off again – Mrs K replied casually.
With one hand, Mrs K pushed Jamilla’s cheeks to the side and with the other reached down to her own lower lips. She leaned in with her tongue out and tasted Jamilla’s ass. The tongue went straight to the hole, pressing against it while she fingered herself. Mrs K’s tongue then slid up and down along Jamilla’s crack and seemed to taste everywhere before focusing in on the relaxed and sensitive hole in the middle. And she did it again, and again, and again, sending electric shivers through Jamilla’s body and curling her toes.
Mrs K savored Jamilla’s whole booty. She smooched and licked every inch of the crack and pressed onto Jamilla’s caramel chocolate star. She circled around it with her tongue, letting Jamilla experience a different kind of pleasure. One that Jamilla instantly knew she wanted more of.
Mrs K specifically focused more and more on Jamilla’s hole when her own body was building up again. She rested her tongue against it while she kissed and breathed in Jamilla’s scent. She also closed her mouth on it and sucked it, making Jamilla feel on the verge of ticklish. Her other hand was furiously rubbing away along with the eating. With each stronger sensation and moan Mrs K gave herself, Jamilla noticed her face would go in deeper. Tasting Jamilla’s ass was part of the build-up and that dirty thought itself kept Jamilla turned on as well.
Mrs K fingered herself faster and faster with a mouthful of Jamilla’s booty. She got herself very excited and moaned and groaned into it. From on her knees, she touched herself to a small orgasm. She seemed in love with Jamilla’s ass, and passionately got off to it, although it happened quicker that time when Mrs K did it herself.
Jamilla felt Mrs K’s face vibrated to the climax, her hole puckered at the feeling and gently arched back more. During the last few breaths, Mrs K’s tongue briefly entered Jamilla’s hole and shot pleasure sparks all around. Jamilla had no strength to keep her eyes open.
Mrs K eventually pulled away, her own hands came up from her wet lips and licked her own crotch juices. Tasting herself after Jamilla’s ass.
Jamilla turned around and helped Mrs K up. They held hands and hugged. Like a couple in love, they smiled and embraced each other’s intimate feelings.
They both still felt a bit tipsy, tired but satisfied. They shared a bottle of water, then fell asleep in each other’s arms on the bed. Knocked out cold.
Jamilla did not remember when she woke up the next morning. But she heard Mrs K getting ready to leave. She turned her head and saw Mrs K standing near the edge of the bed in front of a hallway mirror. Mrs K looked like she already had taken a shower and wore new panties and bra. She grabbed a long work skirt and noticed Jamilla woke up and greeted her with a cute smile.
Jamilla sat upright, still naked. Mrs K walked to her next to the bed. They said good morning, and both leaned in for a quick kiss. Even sober and groggy, Jamilla felt a similar intimacy between them.
Jamilla thought Mrs K looked amazing in the morning, with the sexy lingerie on her body and the smell of the shower.
Did not want to wake you too early, you were sleeping like a baby – Mrs K said and smiled.
Did I look like a snack? Jamilla giggled when she said it.
She brought her knees up and curved her legs to push off the duvet. Mrs K watched her, tracing the entire length of Jamilla’s legs with her eyes and becoming flustered at the sight.
But Mrs K turned around and walked to the desk. She continued getting ready – Stop teasing, we have to leave for work shortly.
Jamilla sat feeling surprised, her naked body spread over the bed. Last night Mrs K took advantage of her, but when Jamilla threw herself at Mrs K for more there was no immediate response. She seemed into her but then became shy. Did she regret it? Was it because Jamilla had not showered yet from last night, it could not be that bad could it? Jamilla wondered what it might be.
Mrs K unfolded a work shirt to wear. Jamilla stared at the gorgeous V shape lines from her panties on the hips and legs.
Jamilla made a quick decision. She climbed out of bed and tip-toed to where Mrs K stood near the desk. She dropped down to her knees and grabbed the shirt out of Mrs K’s hands and tossed it on the bed. She also positioned Mrs K to lean up against the edge of the desk, allowing Jamilla to give head easily.
No, you silly girl we have to go to work… – Mrs K protested playfully.
Shhh, I want to, you got me into it now – Jamilla interjected.
Jamilla placed her tongue on the bottom end of Mrs K’s panties and while looking up at her, licked up the entire slit and placed her mouth on the soft fabric of panties. She firmly motioned with her lips and hardened her tongue to get Mrs K excited, who already had trouble breathing and concentrating. Mrs K still tried to get Jamilla to stand up.
Jamilla ran her fingers down the side of Mrs K’s panties and slid them down to around the knees, she also enjoyed using her lips and nose to play with the bushy area of Mrs K’s crotch. She appreciated the smell and taste of the woman more sober the next day and became infatuated.
Then her tongue resumed the previous night’s work. Mrs K was already wet when Jamilla’s tongue stroked through the inside of the wet lips. Mrs K used one hand and firmly pressed Jamilla’s head into it, encouraging Jamilla to do a fast-paced eating that could have counted as a quickie. Jamilla slurped and moaned herself doing it, and she loved having the power to get Mrs K off.
Jamilla did not feel much of Mrs K’s anticipation, but she heard and felt the woman tighten up and not breath for several seconds at a time. With her eyes and mouth closed and her stomach twitching, the release happened suddenly and swiftly. And just as quickly, she pushed Jamilla’s head away. Jamilla stayed on her knees, looking up at Mrs K with a happy face and wet mouth.
Mrs K smiled down at her and caressed one side of the head.
Jump in the bed, but quickly – Mrs K said bluntly and threw herself on it. She rolled around on her back and pulled her panties back up. Jamilla followed and crawled into bed next to her.
No, no, I want you on me, all natural like that – Mrs K interjected, not wanting Jamilla to lay down but rather sit on her face.
We don’t have much time left, use me to get yourself off love – Mrs K said happily and adjusted herself without a pillow.
Jamilla put one leg over Mrs K and positioned the other, lowering herself in place on the receiving mouth. She rested on Mrs K’s chest, while Mrs K wrapped the hands around Jamilla’s thighs and pulled her in. Mrs K immediately took her lips in and began lapping with the tongue, she seemed to enjoy Jamilla’s natural scent. It reassured Jamilla from the worry of not having showered yet. There was enough friction and consistent licking from Mrs K that Jamilla did not need long to peak.
Jamilla adjusted herself a couple of times, positioning in different ways as Mrs K’s licking intensified. She could not keep her eyes open and caught herself looking in the hallway mirror. How she looked amazing sat on Mrs K and how Mrs K enjoyed the eating. All the years she spent watching lesbian videos, that was what female appreciation was about. Being eaten by someone who was doing it with passion felt, absolutely, incredible.
A few minutes later, Jamilla clung on to Mrs K’s mouth and held her head. She knew, Mrs K knew. In less than a minute later, Jamilla’s slit would be like a lady geyser, bursting with the release of her natural flavors. Mrs K’s head was there to hold, as Jamilla grinded away in the last few seconds of her climactic joy. What an amazing feeling even when sober, Jamilla’s own lesbian mechanical bull ride.
When Jamilla pulled herself up again from Mrs K, the two kissed each other intently and rolled around in the sheets for another minute. Eventually, Mrs K had to finish her routine to get ready. They agreed to keep their encounter between them. Maybe they could do it again sometime, but not if everyone knew. Jamilla understood the message, having already decided to want another night with Mrs K.
And as Jamilla quickly showered and got ready for work as well, she met up with Mrs K and the other flight attendants in front of the hotel for their transfer back to the airport. She gloated and had a great mood that day, everyone noticed it. Mrs K was back to her usual bossy self and lead the group. No one seemed to notice anything between them as things went back to the professional relationship at work.
That return flight happened without any major glitches and upon arrival in London they had 3 days off before the next flight. Jamilla drove herself mad during those days of personal time. She thought about Mrs K often and if they would ever have another opportunity to secretly meet. She could not wait for the next flight, to see and greet Mrs K again and work alongside her.
Jamilla was not sure if she was in love or infatuated with her first girl on girl experience. It was very similar to the videos she watched and sometimes fantasized about. She felt an uneasy addiction developing for it, and during those days at home Jamilla spent many hours watching more lesbian videos. All the inner thoughts were about Mrs K, about Jamilla worshiping her and their mutual infatuation for each other’s bodies. Jamilla wanted to become a good little girl who made her supervisor happy in many more ways.
But unfortunately, that following week’s flight would be Mrs K’s last one supervising the crew. Jamilla had a different work schedule emailed to her for the following month. She had to find a way to keep in touch with Mrs K after their last return flight working together.
When it was time, Jamilla for a change turned up as the first one for that last flight and waited for everyone else to arrive. Mrs K came shortly after and they paired up to grab a coffee while they still had the chance. Whoever said absence made the heart grow fonder was not lying. Both their eyes were glued to each other, smiling with a flirtatious energy in an otherwise casual and friendly conversation. And one by one the rest of the crew reported for duties.
Everything started off normally, with Jamilla that time being assigned to work in the premium and first classes while Mrs K walked around supervising and helping everyone. Jamilla did not see much of Mrs K throughout the first half of that flight, everyone constantly had something to do with a full flight of passengers.
When Jamilla stepped away for a bathroom break, she bumped into Mrs K. It was just the two of them and Jamilla knew the opportunity would not last long. Before she could say anything, Mrs K already quipped – Tell Kelly to manage by herself for 10 minutes, you need to help me with unloading a box. Meet me at the sleeping pods.
When Mrs K said that, she turned around and ventured over to a closed area towards the front of the plane. She looked over to Jamilla one more time before sneaking away through a pathway onto the small staircase to their pods. The crew sometimes took turns using the area on long flights for rest. It had mood lighting, a couple of mattresses and a mirror. Even a hanger for clothes. Jamilla could barely stand in there without hitting her head, but it was still large enough to accommodate 3 or 4 people.
Jamilla waited a minute, spoke to her colleague with the instructions and made her way to the pods. She could see no one noticed her when she went in to find Mrs K.
Good, you made it – Mrs K said when Jamilla walked in. There was, indeed, a box on one of the mattresses. But a small box, it did not look like there was much in there Mrs K needed help with.
How can I help? Jamilla asked innocently.
I’ve been feeling this tense pressure all day, it was hard enough just getting these couple of minutes to myself. Wondering if you wanted to try and help me… – Mrs K said curiously, putting it back on Jamilla.
Like, how? Jamilla giggled. She already knew the answer but was scared to initiate anything. Their colleagues and the passengers were just outside.
As they talked, Jamilla noticed Mrs K reached for her skirt and folded it up to around her stomach. She also watched Mrs K pull down the leggings only a little, barely showing the crotch area. Jamilla noticed different color panties and stared intently. Mrs K had a naughty look in her eyes, suggesting they stopped talking and Jamilla helped her out.
I have been thinking about you many times since that night and morning. Please, please, just give me some of your kisses down there, please, Jamilla… – Mrs K seductively pleaded, panted and got aroused. It also turned on Jamilla, the first time she was requested to please someone.
Jamilla quickly and quietly walked over to Mrs K. She gently crouched down to inches away from Mrs K’s panties. She was met with a noticeably musky aroma. Like Mrs K was already wet for her but combined with work and natural body odors. It drove Jamilla’s senses wild, who took to it in a strange and confusing way.
She pulled down on Mrs K’s panties and arched her neck forward, fitting her mouth perfectly on the juicy area. Anybody could have walked in and seen Jamilla crouched giving head to Mrs K, with her face in the groin. Jamilla also loved feeling the bushy hairs under her nose, as her mouth did all the hard work. The musky flavor was not bad, she enjoyed it with pride.
Oh yes, suck the pressure out of me, amazing – Mrs K whispered to herself.
Jamilla was also getting wet in her panties doing that, even if it only lasted a couple of minutes. She felt every bump the plane made, and the background engine noise had a meditating quality in the position she was in. It felt raunchy and irresistibly risky.
Jamilla felt Mrs K tensed up and was instructed to keep the tongue stuck out inside the slit. Mrs K began touching herself at a fast pace, to finish off quickly. Her fast hand movements concentrated one way and by also bouncing off Jamilla’s tongue she gave herself a small orgasm shortly after.
Mrs K masturbated herself to Jamilla’s mouth and then used the tongue in the end for the final release. She trembled and shook to a motivated tongue, Jamilla had her eyes closed and was available as long as Mrs K needed.
When she finished, Mrs K quickly regained herself and adjusted the clothes in a manner of seconds. She helped Jamilla up again and gave her a tissue from inside her jacket to wipe the mouth.
I want to keep seeing you – Jamilla playfully requested and smiled.
We can arrange that. Come to my hotel room tonight after you’ve had drinks with the girls. Sleep with me and let’s also swap emails to keep in touch – Mrs K replied. Just what Jamilla hoped for.
They had another amazing night together before flying back. Jamilla joined the crew for drinks, not to be suspicious, and spent some time catching up with them. On the way back to the hotel, she separated from the rest and found her way to Mrs K’s room. Mrs K happily waited for her, in the robe, and opened the door with a smile. They woke up again in each other’s arms.
After they stopped working together, Jamilla was assigned to a different crew and flew new routes. She kept seeing Mrs K once or twice a month, but privately at one of their homes depending on when they were both free and who could host a secret sleepover.
On the new routes Jamilla always wondered which of the new girls might fancy her, so that she could become someone else’s Mrs K. Her pussy radar had gone up tenfold since then. And she could share more stories with us.
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