Apparently some weather made connections a bitch from the Midwest. Who was I to complain, I was in the last row in the coach section with not a sole i... sight for about 14 rows. Occasionally the flight attendants came by and asked if I needed anything but I told them I was pretty set. It was about two hours into the nine hour flight when I was about to turn in and catch a nap. When a Flight attendant I had not seen before walked by, she was stunning a statuesque beautiful chocolate colored angel. Jane pulled me close to her again and I could hear that she was almost breathless as she began to kiss my neck. Her hips ground against mine and I knew that she could feel my erection pressing against her.She slid one hand up the back of my jumper while the other grasped my bottom roughly through the PVC skirt. She kissed me hard and our bodies were still swaying together. I had my arms round her, touching her through the tight velvet dress, I could feel that she was not wearing any. . Lick me Jack..!!! and kept on moaning till she cummed. Her juices were hot and so heavenly taste.Now she made me stand and undressed me completely, went down and started licking my precum, she took my shaft and started licking roughly, I was like fucking her mouth, she took my tool deep and sucked by holding my ass, I was on another level of trance, I started deep throating her but didn’t lasted by her wild act and cummed in her mouth. I took her by neck and pushed her on bed, she was smiling. She walked over to the bookshelf and laid a finger on the top shelf before reading the authors. Marx. Kant. Descartes. Locke. She stifled a groan. What a boring book collection. Walking over to her suitcase, she snapped it open and dug around for the bottle of vintage French champagne. When she found what she was looking for, she opened the bottle and slipped into her silk chemise. Not bothering to pour the drink into a flute, she raised a toast to the roof. She looked at the snow falling.