Kinky Treatment: The beautiful flight attendant and the perverted masseur[Eng Sub]
Title: A Mile High Mistress: The Flight Attendant’s Naughty Oasis
The rhythmic hum of the plane engines provided an erotically charged soundtrack as Sayuri, the ravishing flight attendant, made her way through the first-class cabin. Her crisp uniform hugged her nubile curves like a second skin, accentuating her pert breasts and long, nylon-sheathed legs. An air of tension hung thick in the air, noticeable only to those who knew where to look.
Mr. Tanaka, the perverted masseur, lounged in his plush leather seat, eyes devouring Sayuri’s delectable form as she sauntered past. A wolfish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. The moment had come to put his nefarious plan into action.
“Miss, I’ve been feeling so tense,” Tanaka murmured, his voice dripping with insincerity. “Might you be able to suggest a cure? Perhaps in the privacy of the lavatory?”
Sayuri’s emerald eyes flashed with a mix of disgust and intrigue. She knew what Tanaka was suggesting, knew the gross impropriety of it all. Yet, the taboo nature of the encounter sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
“I’m not sure that would be appropriate, sir,” she whispered, leaning in close. “What if we were to meet in the galley? I could give you a very…thorough massage.”
Tanaka’s grin widened, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth. “I’ll take that treatment, and two glasses of your finest champagne.”
Sayuri disappeared into the galley, her heart racing with anticipation. She could scarcely believe her brazen offer, but the temptation had been too much to resist. If discovered, the consequences would be dire – but that only heightened her arousal.
Moments later, Tanaka slid into the small, dimly lit space, shutting the door behind him. The galley seemed to shrink before them, the air growing heavy with tension.
“Now then, shall we remove this pesky uniform?” Tanaka purred, fingers already working the buttons of her blouse. Sayuri gasped as the fabric parted, cool air caressing her skin. But he wasn’t content to stop there, and suddenly his hands were everywhere – cupping her breasts, kneading her ass, trailing up her thighs to tease the edge of her pantyhose.
“Yes,” she breathed, all inhibitions melting away. “Touch me, all of me.”
Tanaka chuckled darkly, his rough hands yanking down her pantyhose and panties in one swift motion. She was bare before him, wet and ready. Pushing her against the galley wall, he opened his fly, freeing his thick, pulsing cock.
“Brace yourself,” he growled, crashing his lips against hers as he plunged inside her hot depths. Sayuri cried out, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded her into oblivion. The plane lurched, threatening to pitch them to the floor, but Tanaka held fast, hips churning in a relentless rhythm.
Harder and faster they coupled, Sayuri’s screams of ecstasy muffled by Tanaka’s mouth. The creak of metal and their feral grunts filled the tiny space until, with a final thrust, Tanaka stiffened, flooding Sayuri’s womb with his hot seed.
For a moment they stoodgasping, pants sweat-damp and chests heaving. Tanaka pulled out, tucking himself away with a satisfied sigh.
“I hope you’ll be adding extra pillows and chocolates to my bill,” he quipped, straightening his rumpled suit. “That was the best damn massage of my life.”
Sayuri slipped off the counter, shuddering as Tanaka’s cum trickled down her thighs. Her uniform lay in a heap at her feet, a casualty of their carnal encounter. As Tanaka opened the door, a telling septum of light illuminated her disheveled form.
“Until next time, flight attendant.”
With that, he was gone, disappearing into the first class cabin as if nothing had happened. Sayuri felt a flush spread across her skin, a rush of shame and exhilaration. She’d gotten away with it – but she knew this was only the beginning. Next time, she’d be the one putting the perverted masseur on the plane’s mile-high club membership list.
