There were plenty of things that Melba liked about being a flight attendant. She got to visit lots of new places, see and learn new things. The job itself kept her on her toes--no two days were ever the same.

Melba, born in Vietnam, was young, single, and uninterested in a routine job with normal hours. She appreciated the good pay, benefits, and even the uniform: a navy blue knee-length dress with black pantyhose and flats. The colors complemented her raven-black hair, and the fit flattered her curvy frame without revealing much of her pale skin. She chose glasses over contacts for confidence and sex appeal, but not exploitation. The bright orange ascot felt excessive, but it drew many compliments.

But her favorite part of it all was that people were never the same. Strangers and, likewise, she was a stranger to them. As an Asian woman, she found this an amazing feeling. She had grown up in a small town in New England, where everybody knew everything about everyone... Being able to exist in people's minds as just being an attractive woman was exhilarating.

Of course, the job wasn't perfect. Sometimes the people were difficult. Like on this current flight, a late-afternoon run from Providence to Chicago. There was a screaming baby at the back of the plane who just wouldn't let up. But that wasn't the problem--Melba could handle crying, babies. What upset Melba was the other passengers, complaining (perhaps a little too audibly) to one another.

She felt a jolt of anger as she watched them giving the poor mother, who seemed to be traveling alone with her young child, dirty looks. The woman looked as if she were on the verge of tears herself.

Melba would have loved to help her out—she felt guilty for not being more useful. But she had very little practical experience with babies, and she was busy serving drinks and snacks.

Luckily, not everyone was difficult.

The young woman and her baby had the window and middle seats. The aisle seat beside them was occupied by a man in his mid- to late 40s, dressed in a very sharp-looking gray business suit. The young mother was nearly constantly apologizing to him, but he took it all with surprising calm. Instead of trying to calm down the baby or offering parenting advice, he seemed to be trying to calm and reassure the mother.

"Hey, babies are going to cry. It may be the pressure difference," she heard him say, smiling.

He had even helped her with her carry-on, rummaging for toys, pacifiers, and the like. One might have mistaken him for the husband and father, except she had seen them board separately, and he wore no wedding band.

Things finally started to settle down midway through the flight. Drinks and snacks had been served, and the baby had fallen asleep. When the ride got a little turbulent, Melba waited things out at the back of the plane and eavesdropped on their conversation.

"I can't thank you enough for everything," the young woman said in hushed tones as she cautiously watched the baby sleep in a bassinet in the window seat.

"Not a problem at all," he had replied, with his usual calm self-assurance.

"My name is Linda, by the way. This is baby Lucy."

"Jack," he replied.

"So, what are you all dressed up for, Jack?" she asked.

"Business conference," he sighed. "Wrapped up earlier this afternoon--I would have changed into something more comfortable, but things ran late, and I didn't have time."

"Oh, what kind of business?" she inquired politely.

 "Veterinary equipment used for laparoscopy, endoscopy, orthopedic surgery, sterilisation, and a boring variety of supplies.”

Linda's face was a mask of incomprehension.

"Surgical stuff for vets," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, that sounds really important," she said, in awe.

 "Don't get the wrong idea--I'm no bigwig CEO or anything. I'm just a veterinarian who teaches surgery.  This business meeting," he said, gesturing to his attire, "was just a yearly get-together with the higher-ups."

Linda's attitude relaxed. She wasn't in the presence of some multimillionaire executive — just a guy who demonstrated things.

Melba wanted to interject with some follow-up questions for Jack and discuss the similarities between their on-the-go lifestyles. But she didn't want to admit to listening in on their conversation.

She tuned things out as their talk drifted to Linda and her family. Soon the turbulence passed, and she busied herself with collecting passengers' trash and tidying up the drink cart.

At another lull in the flight, Melba listened in on more of the conversation.

"No, no kids myself," Jack explained. "The job is too demanding for me to settle down. But I'm the youngest of four kids — by the time I was in middle school, my older siblings and cousins were having kids of their own. So, I grew up around a lot of babies."

"I hate to ask this," Linda began, "but I really, really have to use the bathroom. I could make it until we landed, but..."

"Oh, not a problem at all," Jack said as he unbuckled himself. "She looks fast asleep, but I'll keep an eye on her."

 Melba found this to be the moment to enter the conversation.

"And I'll keep an eye on things too," she said to them both as Linda squeezed past her and into the tiny bathroom.

"My name's Jack, by the way," he said to Melba, unaware that his introduction was not necessary.

"Melba," she replied.

"Let me guess, Melba as in the toast snacks?"

"Yes, how did you..."

She wasn't fooled for long. She noticed him eyeing her nametag, a wide grin on his face.

"Sorry, couldn't resist," he replied. He continued after a short pause. "So, have you been with this airline for long? I only ask because I travel a lot for work, and I don't think I've seen you before."

Melba had been hit on by passengers before (usually after they had had a few drinks) with similar lines. But somehow this felt more like a genuine conversation.

"Only a few months," she admitted. "What do you do for work?" she asked, not wanting to let on that she already knew.

"I'm a Veterinarian, I teach other Vets new surgical techniques and demonstrate new equipment.” 

She let him go on, essentially repeating the conversation he had had with Linda earlier. The young mother soon returned and took her seat. The conversation continued among the three of them, pivoting from work to regional weather to local food spots, until the plane began its descent and Melba got busy again.

Things went smoothly for the rest of the flight--baby Lucy surprisingly slept through the landing and the de-boarding. Jack stayed behind. For him, Chicago was a connecting flight--his final destination was Denver.

Then, things turned bad.

There was a mechanical issue with the plane, and it couldn't take off until repairs were completed. As the hours went by, this delay turned into a cancellation. Anyone on their way to Denver would have to wait until the next available flight... which wasn't until the next day.

Unsurprisingly, Jack took all this in with his usual easy-going attitude. But some of the other passengers were angry. The rest of the evening was a blur, but Melba somehow got through it. She was put up in a hotel for the night — like the passengers, she would be leaving for Denver the following day.

After an underwhelming, overpriced salad dinner at the terminal, Melba got a shuttle bus to her hotel and checked in. Still stressed out from hours of being yelled at, she had a nice, long shower. It didn't calm her nerves as much as she had hoped. The night was young, and she was both exhausted and filled with nervous energy.

She recognized the mood. What she needed that evening, more than anything else, was to get fucked, long and hard.

This was an unfortunate state to be in because, as a flight attendant, hookups for casual sex were more complicated than they were for other women. She had an app dedicated to dating and hookups in the Vietnam community, but she had had mixed success with it in the past.

There were a lot of "chasers" on the app--men who fetishized her Asian nature. While it was nice to feel wanted, these men often had weird preconceptions of things or were into strange, vaguely bigoted roleplay or dirty talk. Melba wanted to be with someone who lusted after her as a woman, rather than a sex object.

So, it was with reluctance that she opened the app, updated her location information, and started browsing. She almost dropped her phone in shock at one of the first profiles that came up — it was Jack.

**********

Jack couldn't believe his luck. Stuck in Chicago for the night, bored and horny, his hookup app had notified him that he had been matched with none other than the attractive flight attendant from earlier in the day.

Jack immediately sent a text over the app to see if she was online, and within a minute, she replied.

The fact that she was an Asian woman was arousing. Jack had often been attracted to Asian women and had a secret desire to settle down and start a family. His biological clock was ticking.

A lot of the women on this app claimed to be Asian trans-women or 'Ladyboys'. Jack had a fantasy about dating a trans woman, but preferred women, especially one who was somewhat intelligent. Jack also developed a reluctance to use this app for that reason.

He smiled to himself as he finished straightening his necktie and adjusted it on his collar. He was a bit excited because he had already met and was very attracted to Melba, so the awkwardness of a first meeting had already taken place.

It had been a bit of a gambit, but as part of their conversation on the app, he had suggested that she wear her flight attendant uniform. Jack had never previously thought of himself as having a "thing" for this outfit, but Melba's long black pantyhose-clad legs had certainly affected him.

She had agreed but only on the condition that he also dress up, in her words, "in that sexy business suit of yours."

He had just gotten out of that outfit and showered, but now found himself suiting up again.

It was definitely not an outfit suited for the blistering heat of a Chicago summer, but he was fortunate not to have to leave the building to reach his destination. He checked his phone for the time—10:00 p.m. on the dot. Go time.

Jack pocketed his room's key card and carefully closed the door behind him. He turned to the left, took four steps forward, and knocked on the door.

Adjacent rooms. What were the odds?

Noticing that the doors in this hotel had peepholes, Jack took a step back to be better seen. Soon, the door opened, and Melba cautiously ushered him in.

As soon as the door clicked shut, she was on him, her body pressed against him, her lips pressed to his. After a momentary shock at the rapid turn of events, Jack's brain caught up with the situation, and he began to kiss back. She moaned lustily as she kissed him deeply, and her breath felt hot against his face as she paused to come up for air.

Jack hadn't expected things to start so fast, but he certainly wasn't against it.

As they kissed, he wrapped his arms around her body, his hands running along the soft fabric across her shoulders and back. One hand settled on a hip while the other stretched down for a squeeze of her butt that produced a startled sound of pleasure.

Melba's hands pressed to his chest, her fingernails gently scratching at him through his shirt. She, too, began to work her way down, settling one hand on the small of his back and the other against the outline of his package.

Jack gasped involuntarily as she began to rub both his shaft and balls through the fabric of his pants and underwear. This didn't last long as she soon began to use both hands to undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. His dress slacks fell to the floor, the metal of the buckle clinking against the tile.

At this point, Melba broke from their kissing and pressed her face against his chest. Although he was still wearing his shirt, tie, and suit jacket, she kissed the fabric as she knelt until her face was pressed against his boxer briefs. She kissed his erection through this thin fabric, from head to balls, before deftly pulling down this last barrier between her and his hard, eager cock.

She stroked it for a moment, as if sizing it up.

"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?" she suggested, releasing him and standing back up.

At this point, Jack realized that they were still in the foyer of the hotel room, right against the door. He removed his shoes and stepped out of his pants and underwear.

Melba was already waiting for him by the small sofa that all hotel rooms seem to have for some reason.

Feeling awkward for being fully dressed from the waist up and fully nude from the waist down, Jack made his way across the room and took a seat, leaning back and spreading his legs wide. Melba knelt on a pillow, which she had taken from the bed, and got to work.

Her soft lips pressed gently against the tip of his cock while the fingers of her right hand carefully wrapped around his shaft. At this point, he noticed her fingernail polish — bright orange, matching the color of her neckerchief.

She began to stroke, slowly but with a firm grip. Her lips parted, and the head of his cock felt the warm slickness of her mouth. In time with the strokes of his shaft, she took more and more of him in her mouth. It wasn't particularly fast, but the strength of her grip and the movement of her hand and mouth produced an amazing sensation.

He sank deeper into the sofa and let the pleasure sweep over him. Glancing down, he watched her wavy black tresses sway back and forth in time with the bobbing of her head. He would have loved to have grabbed a handful of that soft, silky-looking hair, but he feared this would throw off her rhythm.

Without missing a beat, she kept stroking as she popped the cock out of her mouth and leaned lower to the ground. She buried her face in his balls, and he felt her wet tongue swirl around his perineum, up to his sac.

Jack moaned deeply as her lips pressed against one testicle, kissing it before parting and taking the whole thing into her mouth. Sucking gently and swirling with her tongue, she got it nice and wet. She then repeated this with the other ball before returning to his shaft.

As pleasurable as all this was, she had been doing it all with only one hand. That soon changed. She continued to stroke and suck while she ran her left hand along the length of his bare thigh. At first, with the soft tips of her fingers, then with the tips of her nails. Then, with the full palm of her hand, she continued to slide along, underneath the shaft and down to his scrotum. She squeezed his balls, still slick with her saliva. It was gentle at first, but the kneading motions grew and grew in pressure.

"I'm gonna’ cum real soon if you keep that up," Jack warned with a sigh of pleasure.

Melba didn't stop moving her hands and only stopped her sucking long enough to moan,  "Yes, I want your cum. I want you to cum in my mouth."

With those very clear instructions given, she brought her mouth back to his cock and quickened her pace.

As predicted, Jack felt his pleasure rise to a crescendo, the wave of orgasm flowing across his entire midsection as he had to try hard not to let his hips buck. He felt the release of ejaculation and a gradual slowing of Melba’s movements until she came to a stop, releasing his balls and pulling her mouth from his twitching penis.

What would happen next was a mystery to Jack. Some women liked to receive oral sex. Some did not. But after the orgasm she had just given him, he was more than willing to do whatever it was she expected from him next.

"I just need a minute or two," he sighed with contented exhaustion, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the sofa.

"You take all the minutes you need," he heard Melba reply seductively. From the sound of it, she had arisen from the floor and was walking around the room. Her breath was warm against his neck as she whispered in his ear: "I wanted to make sure you wouldn't cum too fast when you fuck me."

Now he was really intrigued. These kinds of hookups rarely lasted long. But this promised to be quite the evening. He wasn't as young as he used to be, but two erections in one night were still very possible, with the right person. Jack felt that Melba was definitely the right person.

His eyes still closed, he felt her massage his shoulders through his suit jacket and shirt. She stopped and leaned down to softly kiss his neck as her hands worked their way over his chest. She loosened his necktie and began to undo the top few buttons of his dress shirt. Now with access to his bare chest, her hands ran across his pecs, teasing at the thin hair that covered his upper body.

Jack opened his eyes and stood, turning to face his lover.

"But what can I do for you, in the meanwhile?" he asked.

"You can finish getting naked," she replied as she continued to undo shirt buttons.

Jack helped her along, and his suit jacket, shirt, and tie soon lay in a pile on the floor in the corner. Standing face to face, they began to kiss again, slowly, passionately, but softly.

"You know, I can't help but feel somewhat at a disadvantage in this situation," Jack said playfully as he gestured to his fully nude body and her fully clothed body. "I think it's time you got naked too."

"Would that turn you on?" she purred.

"Immensely so," he stated emphatically.

With that, she stepped backward away from him, toward the bed. Once there, she fell backward and spread herself languorously across it. Her long hair stretched outwards from her head, jet black waves against the white bedspread.

"Strip me then," she commanded.

All too happy to comply, Jack stepped forward and lifted a leg to his face. Running the soft fabric of the pantyhose along his cheek, he delicately removed the black ballet flat and gently set it on the floor beside the nightstand.

Melba smiled up at him as he massaged her foot through the hosiery, moaning softly to herself. Gently returning that leg to the bed, he reached for the other one and repeated his motions.

Eager to move on, Jack rested his ankle on his shoulder and let it slide down his back as he sank into the bed, his lips running the length of her calf and thigh. Her tight-fitting dress was getting in the way of his further progress, and she arched her back off the bed as he peeled it up.

The vulva mounded up through her black panties, barely visible through the screen of the hosiery, which ran up past her navel. Not wanting to move things too quickly, Jack continued to move upward, crawling onto the bed atop her.

They were once again face to face, and their lips met in a series of slow, lazy kisses. Jack could already feel his erection returning.

“Take my panties off, Jack.”

Instead of continuing up with the dress, he released it, bunched it up just below her breasts, and grabbed the top of the pantyhose. Working his way back down, he kissed the pale, smooth skin of her flat stomach as he carefully rolled off the hosiery.

Once again at her waist, he teased her by avoiding her pussy, kissing around it along the length of her hip and thigh. He grabbed hold of her panties along with the pantyhose and pulled them down together as he stood, rolling them both off her calves, ankles, and finally her feet. The two black garments joined the shoes by the nightstand.

Jack hadn't noticed it before, through the black sheen of the hosiery, but her toenails were painted bright orange, matching both her fingernails and her neckerchief. It was a very nice touch.

The pantyhose had looked great, but her supple white skin was much better to kiss. Jack rolled her over on her stomach. The view of her perfectly formed shape sent a rush through him. Starting at the soles of her feet, he once again kissed his way up her legs.

Now at her butt again, he decided to stop the tease. He ran a hand along her thigh, in a clear trajectory toward her entrance as she raised herself slightly to accept his kiss. Jack licked and held her thighs as he plunged his tongue into her wetness.

Melba gasped at the sensation of his oral skills, making a slight whimpering of pleasure with each kiss and tongue of her folds. Jack turned over and worked his way underneath her mid-section as Melba raised to accommodate his oral assault.

She was now over him, moving with his kisses on her vulva, teasing her clit as the skin would expose her button, and his tongue would slightly touch it.

A wave of relief washed over her face as she sank back into the bed. Jack remembered that she had told him that she wanted to get fucked. Well, if that's what she wanted, that's exactly what she would get, in due time.

His sights now set elsewhere, he kissed his way up her stomach, toward her breasts. Sliding under her dress, he cupped them firmly with both hands. They were too big to be natural, but they were great nonetheless, soft and weighty.

The dress was now getting in the way, and Melba sat up as he pulled it up and over her head. It joined the growing pile of clothing beside the bed.

They kissed as he began to unhook the strap of her simple, black, full-cup bra. The speed and passion of her kisses were intensifying. And Jack felt his erection grow, almost back to full strength. But he wasn't quite done with foreplay yet.

The bra was the last to join the clothing on the floor. Melba moved to undo the neckerchief tie, but Jack stopped her.

"Hey, the neckerchief stays," he said with a smile--half joking, but also half earnest. He liked the way it looked against her pale skin and how it matched the polish on her nails.

Melba smiled too, content with indulging him in this. She leaned back and sprawled lazily across the bed as Jack kissed down the side of her neck, across her shoulders, and to her breasts.

Jack knew from experience that women want to be touched on their breasts, so he said, “You have amazing breasts.”

Melba’s breasts were pert and smooth as he ran his palms across them, kissing the skin of her cleavage. He felt her brush against his stomach as he slid into position atop her, his arms reaching up and under her, grasping her shoulders from behind as he began to kiss around her nipples.

They were brown and already erect as he swirled his tongue around them, flicking lightly here and there. Her body was writhing with pleasure underneath him.

"Are you about ready to go?" she asked through her haze of pleasure, looking up at him.

Jack pulled himself up and stood at the edge of the bed, his hard cock a clear answer to her question.

"Are you?" he asked with a smile.

Melba gave him a sly look and made a hum of thought.

"Just about..." she replied.

“Melba, you are more beautiful right now than I could ever imagine.”

She then rolled over onto her stomach, arched her back, and wiggled her ass at him invitingly. Her butt was as smooth as a baby's butt, shaven, and with her button exposed, it was an instant turn-on for Jack.

A grin plastered to his face, Jack returned to the bed and squeezed her firm cheeks before burying his face between them.

Melba gasped louder than ever as his tongue swirled around her anus, lapping sloppily and pressing gently against her opening. She smelled clean, freshly showered, with just a hint of that intoxicating sweat that only accompanies sex.

"I'm ready to have you inside me now," she moaned after only a short time.

Pleased with himself, Jack dismounted and walked back to his dress pants in the foyer, where he retrieved a condom from his pocket.

"What are you doing?" he heard Melba ask from the other side of the room.

Jack looked up to see her standing beside the bed, her own condom in hand. On the desk beside her lie several more condoms, as well as a tiny bottle of lube.

He waved his condom at her in an embarrassed answer to her question.

"Were those there the whole time?" he asked sheepishly, nodding toward the desk.

"Yes," she chuckled at him sweetly.

Seizing the initiative again, Jack strode back across the room.

"Oh, I must have been distracted," he said, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her on the lips, "by a gorgeous woman in the room."

She smiled at his recovery, and they kissed a few more times before she took charge again.

"I'll get things started," she said. "Go ahead and lie down."

All too happy to comply, Jack made himself comfortable on the bed as she climbed aboard, tore open the condom wrapper, and rolled it out over his eager erection. She applied a generous amount of lube to his cock and stroked it carefully, making sure the whole thing was coated. With another squirt, she lubed herself up and carefully positioned her body atop his.

Jack watched passively as he felt the head of his cock push against her opening. He heard her breathe out heavily and relax her body as he felt the tip enter her. She let out a deep moan of pleasure as she pulled him out, and then reinserted him, slightly deeper this time.

"Oh, you feel so big inside of me," she moaned as she leaned forward, her hands gripping his shoulders. Her hips rocked back and forth as she rode his cock, exhaling in pleasure with each thrust.

No longer worried about breaking her concentration, Jack let his hands roam across her body. He stroked her thighs, gripped her hips, pressed against the small of her back, squeezed her ass, and cupped her breasts.

Her strategy for the evening had been spot-on, Jack thought to himself. If he hadn't already had an orgasm earlier, he wouldn't have lasted for more than a few minutes of this.

Things eventually began to slow down.

"Okay," Melba sighed breathlessly, "I hope you're ready to fuck me hard now."

"However you want it," he shot back.

She smiled down at him as she dismounted, his wet cock slapping against his thigh as it exited her. Making her way back to the sofa overlooking the Chicago skyline, she took up a position on her knees, her ass pointing invitingly at him.

"Like this," she declared, although Jack needed no further instructions.

He grabbed the small bottle of lube and reapplied it to himself and her as he took up position standing behind her. Slowly, carefully, he pushed himself into her. She was tight, but she easily took his full length until he felt his balls press against her.

She had wanted it hard, but Jack was careful to start slow. With both hands on her hips, he pulled out until he could see the bottom edge of his cock's head through the condom before plunging himself back in as deeply as he could go.

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed, her voice wild with pleasure.

Jack continued these deep thrusts, gradually quickening his pace. He repositioned himself to get a better hold on her, keeping one hand on her hip with the other on her shoulder. He brushed aside some of her hair, so his hand on her shoulder wouldn't accidentally tug on it.

"Oh, yes, pull my hair!" she demanded.

Determined to cater to her every whim, Jack carefully gathered a handful of her hair, as close to the roots as he could, and held it tightly as he continued to plow into her, deep and hard.

Beads of perspiration appeared on his brow and trickled down onto her back. Jack couldn't remember the last time he had gone this hard on somebody.

Melba also seemed to be getting a workout of sorts, her arms desperately gripping the back of the sofa, her breathing ragged, her moans incomprehensible.

Just when he thought she might be getting close to orgasm, one of her arms left the sofa and pushed back against his thigh. He slowed to a stop, concerned that something was wrong.

"Everything okay?" he asked, catching his breath.

"Yes, yes," she replied, also breathing heavily. "I just... I need a different position to finish."

"However you want it," he repeated.

They uncoupled from one another and, with shaky legs, Melba walked back to the bed. She lay down on the edge and spread her legs, her arms holding her knees back.

Jack was excited about the new position. He liked it because it let him see more of her as they fucked--her expressive face, her big tits.

He applied more lube and took his position between her legs, which closed together against him, wrapping around his waist. In no time at all, he was back to a steady pace of fucking.

It soon became apparent why this position was important to Melba. On the sofa, she had needed to hold on with both hands not to topple over. But now, her hands were free. She gripped the bedsheet with one hand and used the other to stroke herself. She must have been leaking precum throughout their doggie style fucking on the sofa.

Jack knew from experience that only some women could reach orgasm through penetration alone. For many others, their G-spot, and a gentle massage of the clitoris, was unfortunately the only way to get there.

He continued his rhythmic fucking as he watched her close her eyes, a look of focused concentration on her face. As much as she had enjoyed all this, it was clear that this part of things was difficult for her.

Jack had an idea.

He slowed his pace and, reaching down, with his hand holding her forefinger, slightly started massaging her clitoris.

She immediately looked up at him, a slight panic in her eyes.

"This is okay, right?" he asked.

"Yes," she sighed, it’s better than alright.”

Holding his own arm out straight and stiff, he held her hand in a fixed position, relative to his body. This meant that, as he moved his hips back, she stroked herself down. And when he pushed himself into her, she stroked back up.

"Oh, I really like that," she sighed, a hint of surprise in her voice.

Jack smiled to himself and continued moving his hips as Melba stroked her clit at a relaxed pace. The furrow on her brow melted into a relaxed expression of ecstasy. Her moans were soft and drawn out.

Her off hand released its grip from the bedsheet and reached down, under her thigh, to grab hold of his buttock.

"A little bit faster," she requested softly. Her hand on his butt pulled him toward her and pushed him back away, showing him the pace she wanted.

"Oh, that's perfect," she murmured.

At the start of all this, she had wanted to be fucked hard and fast. But ultimately, it was this leisurely and steady fucking that put her over the edge. It was not the hard animal instinct, but a sensual rhythm between the two that pleased her.

"Oh, yes, here I cum, baby, here I cum!" she moaned.

Her legs squeezed against his sides as he felt her tighten around his cock. She groaned in deep pleasure. Her back arched, and her climax was amazing as she squirted fluid.

"I'm right behind you, babe," he announced, releasing his grip on her and grabbing onto her hips with both hands.

"Oh, yes, cum for me!" she shouted encouragingly.

With one final, deep thrust, he felt the surge of orgasm as his body let loose its load of ejaculate. The aftershocks of pleasure brought about shorter, weaker thrusts. But he was soon spent. They remained together for some time, each catching their breath, basking in the afterglow.

Melba eventually relaxed the grip of her legs on him, and he withdrew his softening penis. The condom had done its job, and he removed it and tied it off before it could make a mess.

Jack flopped down on the bed next to his lover, on his back with his legs hanging off the edge just like hers were. They each turned to face one another.

"That was amazing," Melba declared, a hint of awe in her voice. “I’ve never in all my life squirted like that.”

"Glad I could be of service, my lady." Jack joked, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. "I thought it was pretty damn amazing too."

They lay together for some time, not talking, just enjoying each other's company.

"I know this is pretty weird for a hookup like this," Melba began, a tinge of nervousness and uncertainty in her voice, "but would you be interested in staying with me overnight?"

She was right--it was not typical for a hook-up with a stranger to end in a sleepover. But something was definitely different about her, compared to other one-night stands. Jack didn't have to think about it at all.

"I'd love to," he declared, this time kissing her on the lips.

They took turns cleaning up in the bathroom before snuggling up together under the ultra-tight tuck of the hotel bed sheets. They were both exhausted and soon drifted off to sleep.

                                                      *******

Jack awoke the next morning slightly disoriented. He couldn't tell if he was dreaming or awake, but it felt like something was happening to his body, something that he couldn't quite place. As his brain shook off the veil of dreaming and caught up with things, it became very apparent what was going on. His cock was being stroked.

A smile spread across his face, and he opened his eyes. Turning his head to the side, he saw Melba smiling back at him.

"Your morning wood looked like it could use some company," she offered in explanation.

Looking down, he saw her grip on his penis being rubbed in slow, lazy strokes. It was an intoxicating sight.  The bright orange polish on her perfectly manicured nails gave a distinctly feminine touch to the scene.

He had been sleeping on his back, and he turned onto his side to give her a better angle, which put them face to face.

"And it's good company indeed," he replied, kissing her deeply. As their lips locked, her stroking quickened slightly. Their tongues danced around one another until they had to break to catch their breath.

Jack adjusted himself in the bed again. He was several inches taller than Melba, and being side by side like this put his lips closer to her forehead than her mouth. So he gently kissed her temple and the top of her head as his free hand ran along her ear and jawline, his thumb soon reaching her mouth. She kissed it wetly, and he ran his hand down the length of her throat and neck, the trail of moisture evaporating quickly on her warm skin.

She had taken off the orange neckerchief at some point in the night or morning, he noted with a smile.

Jack's hand found her spot between her legs as she slightly opened them for his access to her. His free hand continued to caress what it could reach of her body. From her shoulders, he drew a delicate, thin line down her spine. This produced a shiver of pleasure from her, as well as an intensification in both her rate of breathing and her rate of stroking.

He was barely able to reach her ass, which he cupped and squeezed. Not wanting to dwell there too long, his hand made its way back up her spine and her neck.

Jack's hand massaged the base of her neck, and then he slowly ran his fingers through her hair. From there, his fingertips delicately slid up her back and shoulders to do it again.

Her grip had tightened, and her hips had started to buck.

"Oh fuck I'm coming!" she exclaimed.

Jack couldn't help but look down, watching as the hot juices from her soaked his hand.

"Sorry, I just need a minute," she sighed.

Jack announced as she was still stroking his manhood. "Oh, I'm so close, baby," he exclaimed, stroking himself furiously. The sight, and now the scent, of his lover's cum had had a powerful effect on him.

"Oh, yes, yes, come for me then!" she said encouragingly. Then, after a moment's thought, she added: "Come on my tits!"

Needing no further encouragement, Jack sat up and knelt over, his cock positioned over her chest. He was about to finish anyway, but he felt her hand reach up and grab his balls, kneading them firmly. His hips thrust forward as his load shot out, right on target, all across her pert, pale breasts. She released her grip on his scrotum as he released his own grip on his shaft. And for the second time in less than twelve hours, they lay side by side, basking in the afterglow of their respective orgasms.

"You know, I've actually never done that before," she admitted after a time.

"Been a porn-star-style canvas for a money shot?" Jack hazarded.

"No," she giggled. "I usually prefer it in my mouth, but that's a fun enough way to finish. You liked it, right?"

"Oh, yes, absolutely."

"What I mean is, the masturbating together thing," she explained.

"Yeah, it's a lot of fun," he admitted, kind of surprised that she hadn't done it that way before.

"To be honest, I usually have kind of a hard time finishing, but with you... I guess it's just easier for some reason."

"I'm honored," he replied, somewhat taken aback and not sure what else to say.

They sat in comfortable silence for a little while longer.

"Now, I could probably get myself cleaned up well enough in the sink," Jack declared, "but I'm guessing you'll want a shower."

Melba looked down at herself, their combined ejaculate slowly drying across her body.

"Definitely."

"Well, when you're done, do you want to get breakfast with me?" he asked. "Just the continental stuff in the lobby downstairs, I mean. We could eat down there, or back in my room—it would be a little more private in there."

Melba paused in consideration of this.

"Privacy is nice," she agreed. "Yeah, I'll meet you in your room in a few. No more sexy stuff though—I'm definitely at my limit for the day."

"Oh, I'm with you on that," Jack said with a contented sigh before rising to his feet. "I'm just to the left—room 270. Take your time."

He then cleaned himself up, got her breakfast order (coffee with two creamers, yoghurt, a banana, and a single slice of bacon) and his, and made his way back to his room. He got into a clean outfit (a much less formal short-sleeved button-down and khakis) and, after a short wait, Melba joined him. She was dressed in her work uniform, although from the looks of it, it was clean.

"I do have other outfits," she insisted with a laugh. "I just have to get to work in a couple of hours, and I didn't want to have to change again."

They sat on the edge of Jack's clean, unused bed, eating breakfast and talking about... everything. It turned out they had a lot in common. They had both grown up in small New England towns, so they had a lot of relatable anecdotes to share.

They had similar tastes in music and television. And of course, they both had a lot to say about the chaotic, travel-heavy nature of their jobs.

It felt like a strong connection was growing between them.

But they both knew, without saying it aloud, that it wouldn't work. Their lives were just too unstable for anything more serious than... well, the kind of relationship they had just had together.

"I'm sure our paths will cross again, sometime in the future," Melba said hopefully after they exchanged contact information.

"I'm hoping that this plane is fixed and our paths will cross again at about 12:30 this afternoon," Jack replied. Then he added, with a smile, "But I know what you mean."

"And you understand what I said about... the flight this afternoon."

"Absolutely, off duty, Melba is 'fun times', but work, Melba is 'all business'."

She smiled at his summation of the conversation.

"Well, I've got to get going now," she said, a hint of sadness in her voice.

They shared a long final kiss.

As Jack watched her disappear, he was listening to Barry Manilow’s song, “Two Ships that pass in the Night.”