And since I always took the same Jet airways flight, I fell in love with this air hostess. I am 33 and single and she was around 40. On this particula... flight, it was late. I asked her for a drink and she asked me if I could help her getting the bottle down from the top shelf. Since I am tall, I was like why not? She took me to the back of the plane. Most of the other passengers were sleeping. As I reached up to fetch the bottle, she held me from behind and slowly started kissing me. I asked. Each muscle and curve flowed together, speaking of prime masculinity, like a Greek statue waiting to be polished. Anthony stared back with longing in his eyes, his cock erect and dripping from the tip.Rob reached out and gripped the wet rod, urging his fraternity brother onto the bed. Anthony surrendered, lying back with his legs hanging off the edge, spread apart. As Rob looked him over, Anthony trembled."I'm not—you know. I haven't—" Anthony stammered.Rob leaned over, their dicks lightly. Don was a college student about my age who was working for a couple of semesters before continuing his schooling. Between our conversations and his occasional intimate touches, I figured him for a friendly bed partner if it should work out that way.I watched as Marty and the female crew member became very good friends. The two women were doing everything but kissing in the galley area.Don and the other male crewman were working together polishing chrome items while sitting on the deck,. My boss, Joan Biddle had told me I could rummage through the cartons labeled with a large X on them. I found several useful items, which if workable might save me a few bucks; a coffee maker and a hair dryer being the two most useful, along with a set of glasses.As I was nearing my unit I encountered another tenant, a very attractive woman holding a basket. Stylish clothes hugged her soft curves suggestively outlining what appeared to be ample sized breasts, shapely legs, and a firm, heart.