It was late on a Friday night when I headed for the men's room before leaving for the day. Opening the door, I took in a sight which I'll not soon forget. There before me were two stewardesses at the sink, kissing. The dirty blonde, in more ways than one, was sitting on the counter. Her legs were spread and wrapped below her friend's ass. I'd seen them many times but never caught their names.
What is it about flight attendants? Are they trained to be so arousing? And who designs those uniforms? Why does a tie or whatever you call what they wear seem even remotely sexy? Is it necessary for those outfits to look so sexy that even an average-looking girl becomes a goddess?
The curly-haired brunette was standing there in her navy skirt, which probably reached mid-thigh but was currently up around her waist. Her ample buttocks were on display as her blonde friend kneaded them vigorously. Either they didn't see me enter or didn't care as I headed for a urinal. I tried in vain to get my stream started, but it was impossible to do with a raging boner, as most guys know.
Daydreaming for a moment, I remembered my first day in this building.
I'd only been in the insurance business for a few years when I started working for someone new. My old job wrote only high-risk auto insurance, and I'd learned all I could from them. If I was going to stay in this God-forsaken profession, I needed to increase my knowledge. So, I went to work for an agent with a large and well-known company that wrote multiple lines of insurance.
The building we were located in was two stories inside a rather bustling shopping center. We were located on the second floor along with the center's management company, a psychiatrist, and the main office for a regional airline. On my first day, I began climbing the stairs to the second floor when they first appeared to me. The door at the top opened, and two flight attendants emerged.
They were each carrying a small travel bag and looking so enticing in their provocative outfits. The angle of the staircase and the shortness of their hemlines teased me mercilessly as they stood static on the top step. Not realizing it, I had also stopped moving and found myself leering like a teenage boy. They grinned and giggled, knowing that they had me so easily.
Upping the ante, the girls dropped their bags and began petting each other. Their hands started with the bountiful breasts. Next, they slowly meandered down to their hips and finally settled on the plump booties they both displayed. They each gave the other a couple of quick squeezes before laughing again. Then they grabbed their bags and headed down the steps like it never happened.
When my two sexy tormentors got to my step, they split apart. Brushing my shoulders simultaneously, they let their free hands drift across my crotch as they passed. Turning to watch the wiggle of those buxom cheeks, I displayed my erection as it struggled to break free of my slacks. Hitting the front door, they both turned and eyed me one last time. Seeing my protruding prick, the dirty blonde made a move toward me. Her friend gripped her arm and directed, "We have a plane to catch and many more of those to see."
Blowing me a kiss, the blonde uttered, "Soon," as she raised her skirt to flash me her naked ass. That was my first day at the new job, and now I had to figure out how to get my cock under control before starting work.
So, this tease went on for several months, with us running across each other in the hallway or the parking lot. Invariably they would tease unmercifully before leaving in a whirl. At some point, I didn't even pay them any attention anymore, and I guess that's how we got here.
It was common knowledge that the women's room was always locked, but the men's wasn't. An old stereotype, I guess, but given that the building had so few inhabitants, it did seem prudent. It seemed especially important given the number of vagabonds that frequented the woods behind.
The tarts either arrived at the office late or decided to up the taunting.
Standing there at the urinal, unable to shrink my pulsing erection enough to pee, I heard, "Having a problem over there?" the blonde questioned.
I turned away from the urinal and faced them with my raging hardon poking through my slacks. "Yes, actually, I am."
"Mmmm," she purred. "Turn around, baby, and see what our new friend has to offer." The curly-haired brunette twisted her head around and squealed, "Bring that over here." As I gradually approached, she bent over into her blonde-haired friend while spreading her legs. "Open me up for him," I heard her murmur, and the blonde did just that.
Placing my legs between hers, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the floor. I pressed my cock between her buttocks and moved it up and down her crease from her slit to her pucker and back again. The brunette softly cooed before pressing her lips against the dirty blonde's. As they began to wrestle tongues, I dropped to my knees and pushed mine into her open puss.
I lashed at her labia and clit with my energetic tongue as she squirmed and forced my face deeper into her gluteal cleft. The brunette was either quite worked up or was an easy cummer. Only about a minute into my oral assault, she was cumming all over my face. "Fuck... fuck, oh God, yes!" she cried before demanding, "Stick that dick of yours in my cunt, damn it! Fuck me hard!"
I stood and pressed the head of my cock between her pussy lips before grabbing her shoulders with both hands. Rolling the tip around her slippery entrance, I patiently waited. Impetuously, the brunette screamed, "Fuck me with your prick...arghhh!" Before she could finish her rant, I plunged full force into her needy hole and began a punishing jack-hammer action.
Fortunately for me, she was so wet there was very little friction, and I was able to continue for several minutes before stopping cold. Throughout the pounding, she screamed wildly and came at least once more. Sliding out, I dropped again and began digging my tongue into her pucker. She was still panting from my maniacal fucking, and now she started moaning like a whore.