The flight attendant’s naked back was a ribbon of silk, left bare by her blonde hair which was twisted in a bun. Except for a white scarf around her...neck, there was nothing to hide her perfect C-cup breasts. Oh, those pink nipples, those tender, warm bosoms. Rachel smiled to herself as she remembered the feel of those tits in her mouth. What was the flight attendant’s name again? Claire. Yes, that’s what it was.The senator had just departed from Los Angeles and was now flying to D.C. Tomorrow,. She stopped suddenly, and lay flat on the mattress. "Pull my legs over your shoulders and fuck me hard. Drive it into me like you mean it!" I sad nary a word - simply did as she asked (more like commanded). I slammed her hard, working her cunt from the inside and her clit from the outside. Her breathing and groaning sounds intensified, until she tightened from head to toe. She had such an orgasm, she pulled a forearm to her mouth - to muffle the sounds. Her spasms continued for several minutes,. Inwardly I groaned at the way my body responded even though I knew that there was no way I could have stopped it happening."Ah, the boys are coming," Connor said looking towards the door, "you lie back and just enjoy, I know we will."Closing my eyes in defeat I lay my head back on the bed, I heard the three of them holding a whispered conversation and then the bed moving as a body joined me on it. I was expecting whoever it was to just mount me and begin fucking away so it came as a surprise. So, that night, Sam and I, and a few others were all sleeping over at a friends house. We were watching a film, everyone cramped onto sofas, over the floor etc.I was sat next to Sam, the lights were off and the film was on, and, whilst nothing had ever happened between us, there had always been chemistry and, despite living miles apart, we had spent many hours on the phone, talking about pretty much everything.During one of these phone calls, she had told me that she found having her neck.