It was one of those days. If it could go wrong, it did. What should have been a quick, routine flight to end the day had dragged into hours stuck on the tarmac. We couldn’t leave the gate because the plane would be due for routine maintenance upon arrival at its last stop, and there was nobody in the small town who could complete it. Rather than switch all the passengers and luggage to a new plane, the airline decided to send an engineer with us to complete the work.

And so we waited for his arrival. And waited. And waited.

As the flight attendant for the first-class passengers, my workstation was right outside the cockpit. Our pilot, Captain Jake Harris, was a charming man in his fifties with salt-and-pepper hair and the warmest brown eyes. His long, lean frame made him handsome and distinguished by all definitions. He worked diligently to solve the problem and get the airplane in the air so we could all reach our destination and get to bed.

His copilot, Captain Jensen, was….well, let’s say it like it is - he’s an ass. He did nothing but complain the whole time. He was rude to the pilot, and to the flight crew, who were doing their very best to keep the passengers informed and comfortable. Some people are just jerks - he was one of them.

After two hours, Captain Jensen timed out - he couldn’t continue on the flight because he exceeded his allowable workday. I handed him his suitcase and gave him my first genuine smile of the evening as he made his way off the plane. Captain Harris once again explained the situation to the passengers, and said not to worry, another copilot would be joining us shortly.

Again we waited.

Soon we heard footsteps coming down the jetway…I was excited to have the rest of the crew join us so that we could finally take off. I fixed the strands of my brown hair that had fallen loose from my neat bun, and straightened my uniform over my hourglass figure, before stepping out the door to greet our new passenger.

The stranger who appeared around the corner was a slightly dishevelled man, medium in stature, in his thirties with a mop of black curls on top of his head and a thick beard. His dark brown eyes looked at me apologetically.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” he said breathlessly, obviously having rushed to get here. “I’m Nathan, your engineer.”

I took his overnight bag from his calloused, oil-stained hands. “It’s okay - we’re still waiting for a co-pilot!” I said as I laid my hand on his arm and gave it a light squeeze. “We’re glad you’re here, Nathan. I’m Kim. Let me show you to your seat.”

He looked at me with a look I couldn’t place, and followed me to his seat. I could feel his eyes searing into me, and I should have been annoyed, but I have to admit - I liked it.

Shortly after, another set of footsteps was coming down the ramp. I went to stand outside the plane to greet our new copilot. I wasn’t prepared when I saw him. It was Captain Eric Robertson. The last time I saw him was eight months ago as he leaned over my naked body to kiss me goodbye after an unforgettable layover.

My heart skipped a beat as I tried to force myself to smile. Suddenly there wasn’t enough air in the jetway for the two of us, which may have explained why I couldn’t breathe. I watched as a smile spread across his face, making his crystal blue eyes sparkle, even from a distance. His shortly trimmed hair and beard were the colour of ginger, but didn’t hide the red flush that came over him.

I always was a sucker for a man in a uniform - probably one of the main reasons I chose to work around them every day - but there was something about the way he wore it. The way his muscular six-foot frame filled it. The way he commanded attention. He had all of mine.

“Kim,” he said as he came to a stop in front of me. His cologne smelled like hints of pine and leather - masculine and sexy, just like him. “Long time no see!”

With the memories of our last encounter fresh in my mind, I smiled, winked, and replied with a confidence that belied how I was feeling, “Yes. That’s your loss!” I reached for his bag, hoping he wouldn’t see the trembling fingers as he gazed into my emerald eyes.

I led him into the plane, stowed his suitcase, and prepared for takeoff, my body going through the practiced motions while my mind replayed the night I had spent with Eric.

Before long, we had landed at our destination and I was standing at the front of the cabin saying goodbye to all the passengers. The cockpit door opened and I sensed Eric standing behind me. Just his mere presence made me tingle with the electric current that seemed to join him to me.

Eric stood so close to me that I could feel his breath on my neck, raising the tiny hairs on my flesh like a summer’s breeze rippling through a field of wildflowers. I felt a little brush against my ass - was it his playful fingers or his hardening cock? I couldn’t look, but whichever it was stirred something very deep inside me, awakening a hunger that had been dormant for far too long.

With all the passengers disembarked, it was time to leave for the night. The crew was all staying at a nearby hotel…I shared a car with two other flight attendants, and wasn’t shocked that Eric was checking in right ahead of me. I got my room key and headed towards the elevator. To my surprise, Eric held the elevator for me, and the two other flight attendants.

We rode to the fourth floor in silence. After all, it was almost 3:00 am. We all just wanted to get some sleep. I opened my door and said a simple “Goodnight” to everyone.

I closed the door and threw off my shoes, followed by my blazer and scarf. My hips wiggled like a hula girl’s as I slipped my skirt to the floor then removed my stockings. Slowly, my fingers started unbuttoning my blouse as I allowed my mind to wander. I remembered the last time I was in a hotel with Eric close by. I remembered how slowly and deliberately his fingers had unfastened each button, and how his lips had kissed each new bare piece of skin….like he was following a map to a hidden treasure.

Those memories always bring a smile to my face. I sighed and threw my blouse over the chair, before removing my white lace bra, letting my breasts breathe and jiggle for the first time in hours. My matching thong was last, and then I headed to the bathroom to start the shower. I needed to wash the day off of me so I could go to sleep.

No sooner had I started the water, than I heard a soft knock on the door - or so I thought. I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around me. Then I heard it again - definitely a knock on my door. My hand on the handle, I cautiously cracked the door.

My heart leapt into my throat, and my body froze. It was Eric. He was dressed in plain grey gym shorts and a white T-shirt. His eyes met mine, and he asked if he could come in. Before I could even respond, he ripped my towel off me and threw it to the floor as he pushed into the room. He was commanding, yet gentle as he shoved me back against the wall, his eyes burning through me, his breath hot on my cheeks, his lips so close to mine.

Clearly, he was hungry, and I was his food. I intended to feed him. I was so entranced, I didn’t notice that he hadn’t fully closed the door behind him.

Finally, his lips found mine as my arms wrapped around him. From that moment on, our bodies instinctively took over, flying on autopilot. We were both consumed by desire.

Eric’s hands moved to cup my breasts as our kiss deepened, my DDs disappearing in his large, strong hands. My hands snaked between us to grab his rock-hard, ten-inch cock in my hand, my fingers unable to close around his girth.

He moaned and broke our kiss, his mouth sinking to tease my swollen pink nipples, which his hands had perfectly presented. His tongue roughly licked them, before his teeth grabbed on and pulled, sucking them deep into his mouth. I sighed and closed my eyes, revelling in the sensations.

Suddenly, he stopped, releasing me, causing me to whimper and open my eyes to find him stripping off his clothes and checking his phone, appearing to send a text. He really was a sight to behold - thick and sculpted in all the right places. Strong, powerful and masculine, yet there was a soft vulnerability to him that drew me in and made me want so much more.

Eric reached for my wrist and pulled me towards the bed, telling me to lie on my back. I happily obliged, and he knelt between my feet and started kissing my foot, working his way up my ankle as his hand held my calf tenderly. He steadily moved upwards until his beard tickled the soft flesh of my inner thighs, which were slick with desire.

His lips found my smoothly shaven mound, leaving kisses over it as his tongue began licking my lips. I shouldn’t have been surprised when his tongue found my clit, but I was, inhaling sharply as my legs wrapped around his shoulders. My fingers entwined in his hair, as his mouth and tongue drove me towards the brink, licking and sucking, knowing exactly how to give me the utmost pleasure.

As I arched my back, eyes closed, ready to succumb to the pleasure, I felt hands squeezing my breasts and caressing my belly. While floating on the cloud of ecstasy, I slowly came to the realization that there were too many hands for just Eric. I opened my eyes to see the Captain, Jake, and the engineer, Nathan. They were both standing there naked.

I gasped in shock - I really should protest and kick them out, but their hands felt so good, it was clouding my judgement. Trying to find the words, I began to stutter, but Eric shushed me telling me to let them pleasure me like I had never been pleasured before. I searched all of their eyes before nodding in silent consent.

That was all it took. Jake and Nathan each took a taut nipple into their mouth, their tongues flicking and circling. The sensation of both my breasts being sucked at once was making me wetter and wetter…. Eric lapped and sucked my pussy, trying to keep up with the copious amount of juice.

While Jake and Nathan drove me crazy with their sucking, I grabbed their cocks… one in each hand. That’s when I realized how big they both were. All three men were long and thick.

“Fuck!” was the only word I seemed able to form as I began to stroke them both with long, slow strokes. They were both so hard I could feel them pulsing and throbbing in my hands. They began to groan as their excitement mounted. I couldn’t help but imagine all the ways I wanted to experience their cocks.

Positioning myself so that they could continue sucking my tits, I began to suck their cocks, one at a time, starting with Jake’s. My hand continued pumping both cocks in rhythm, but my lips closed over Jake’s thick head. My tongue swirled, licking up the precum which was coating it.

After a few long deep strokes, I let his cock slide from my mouth and turned to Nathan’s, giving him the same treatment. A few turns sucking on each cock had left me wondering how it would feel to have all three cock filling me at once. Unable to take it anymore, I had to find out.

“I need cock!” I pleaded.

“Which one?” a voice answered me.

“Every fucking one of you!” I answered. “All at once. Fuck me and use me.”

Eric stood up, giving me a view of all of his ten thick inches. I remembered how he felt inside me, and my pussy twitched, longing for him.

He lined up his cock at my entrance, and slowly plunged deep inside of me, while Nathan sucked my nipples and Jake offered his cock to my mouth. Every thrust Eric made stretched me wider and made me moan. After a few minutes, they rotated, with Jake moving into my pussy, while I sucked Nathan’s cock, and Eric pleasured my breasts.

Every thrust Jake made brought me closer to orgasm. I was in sensory overload with cocks in my mouth and pussy when Jake slid his finger over my tight pucker, making me shiver. He slid it down to my slit to wet it, and then brought it back to my ass and pushed it inside, working it in time with his cock.

Soon, his finger wasn’t enough. I released Nathan from my mouth, looked up at Eric and grabbed his cock. “I need this in my ass. Stretch me and make my ass yours.”

We all repositioned ourselves to make sure every hole had a cock. Nathan lay on his back and I crawled onto him, sliding my pussy onto his cock slowly. He was even thicker than Eric, so he stretched me slowly, letting me adjust. Once we were comfortable, I gave Eric’s cock a quick suck to lube it, before he lined himself up with my ass. I bent forward on Nathan, crushing my breasts against him.

I felt the pressure of Eric’s tip on my rosebud as he slowly started to push his big cock into me, opening me like I had never been before. Each move made me whimper in both pleasure and pain. Each thrust drove him deeper than before, and got easier as I adjusted to having him inside of me. I had never been so full.

Eric and Nathan began to move together, finding a pleasurable rhythm, and soon I was moaning louder than I ever had before. Jake took advantage of my open mouth and fed me his cock. He began to face fuck me with every thrust from Eric pushing me deeper onto his cock.

The sensations were overwhelming and my body began to tremble uncontrollably. I orgasmed for what seemed like minutes while they all fucked me through it. I felt Eric explode in my ass, followed shortly after by Nathan in my pussy. The aftershocks were rippling through our bodies as Jake finally came in my mouth. I swallowed all his cream as he slid out of my mouth.

We collapsed on the bed in a hot, sweaty mess of bodies. When I finally caught my breath and regained the power to speak, I extricated myself from the pile of bodies.

“Excuse me, gentlemen. I was heading to the shower before you all showed up. I really need one now! You can show yourselves out.”

I felt their eyes on me as I walked into the bathroom. Closing the door, I leaned back against it wondering if this had really just happened, or was it a figment of my overtired imagination.

After my shower, I returned to the bedroom to find the room empty, except for one. Eric…