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Watched a beautiful sunset tonight, finally no smoke! But now I’m up here at this overlook, it’s windy, and I can’t stop rubbing my pussy. I just wish I wasn’t doing it alone…

Watched a beautiful sunset tonight, finally no smoke! But now I’m up here at this overlook, it’s windy, and I can’t stop rubbing my pussy. I just wish I wasn’t doing it alone…

Watched a beautiful sunset tonight, finally no smoke! But now I’m up here at this overlook, it’s windy, and I can’t stop rubbing my pussy. I just wish I wasn’t doing it alone…

Excited to check out Minneapolis for the first time 8/21 and 8/22, though all I've found to do so far is Mall of America and the Flour Museum lol. Please suggest some recommendations and I'd love to find some BWC's to suck and sit on! If you aren't open to eating ass, please don't reach out.

I've only been a flight attendant for a few years but I could probably count on two hands how many Redeye flights I've had to work. They are fun flights though, I just don't like the hours because night are when I'm horniest. This is probably one of my most memorable stories, the flight was direct from SEA to BOS, most people tend to just sleep on these flights since it leaves at 11:00pm PST and get's to Boston between 5:00am - 6:00am EST. Once we get to the right elevation where the seatbelt sign comes off and the snack service starts most people are honestly asleep.

On this particular flight my co-flight attendant was in the back but was wearing a boot because he broke fractured his foot. I told him that due to the size of the flight (it was only half full), I could just do the service myself, so he just stayed in the back and cleaned up. There was a really really cute guy in the first row and surprisingly no one in the two rows behind him. I remember making a few jokes with him and caught him looking at my ass but nothing too crazy.

Mind you, this guy was early 30's, fresh shaven, but in sweatpants which is one of the things I commented on cause I love guys who travel in sweatpants. He even cut me some slack saying that doing the whole service myself must be tough but I told him I prefer it. Anyways, I'm pushing the cart down the aisle and I'm about halfway down the plane but ran out of cups, so I lock the cart and walk back to the front of the plane to grab more. The guy in front didn't know I was coming and when I looked over his shoulder as I'm walking up, I noticed one of his hands was in his pants holding on to his cock. Once I grabbed the cups I leaned into his row and asked if there was anything I could do for him, his face got so red and he took a big swallow and lightly shook his head no.

On my walk back to my cart I looked back and saw him looking into the aisle at my ass. Once I wrapped up the service I left the cart in the back for my co-worker to refill and walked back to the front. The guy tried to make conversation but it was hard to hear him so I kept saying "What" and just smiling lol, he asked if I could sit next to him and we are not supposed to at all but my co-worker wouldn't care so I sat there. This guy was so cute and shy but really funny. I could see the outline of his cock in his sweatpants and he kept adjusting it.

Eventually the mile high question came up which ever guy always asks about when they find out I'm a flight attendant. I answered him honestly and he was shocked but of course that made his cock extremely hard. I leaned over him and opened the window up just to see the conditions but when I pulled my hand back I very lightly rubbed it across his cock over his pants. I repeated my offer and said "if there is anything you need let me know" as I started to standup, and he was like "wait.... you're gonna go" in that turned on but cracky voice guys get. I decided to sit back down and we just made eye contact for what felt like forever but was probably a minute.

I leaned one knee on the seat and looked to the back of the flight, everyone was either focused on their movie/book or sleeping so I slid back down into my seat and placed my hand on his cock over his pants. I could feel his heart beating faster, and I subtly asked "have you ever had a handjob on a plane?", no words left his mouth he just looked at me with these big eyes and shook his head no. So I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed ahold of his cock and started stroking it. He slid his pants down just below his butt and his balls and laid back while I stroked his cock. He loved when I licked my hand and wrapped it around his cock again to continue stroking it.

There was a lot of pre-cum leaking out of his cock, he asked if we could kiss, I said no. At one point I could feel his hands wandering up my leg to move up my skirt but I moved his hand away. I even got my lips really close to his cock and did some breath play which got him really close to finishing. I gave the tip a kiss, looked up at him, and said "I have to get back to work so it's time to finish"... I hovered my lips over his cock again but this time I dropped a wad of spit so slowly onto the tip. I spread it around his cock with my hand and my thumb, then I got down on my knees in front of him and made direct eye contact while wrapping a second hand around it. I stroked him until he was about to explode and I really didn't want there to be a mess to I popped it in my throat to catch his delicious white cream. I wiped the corners of my mouth, fixed my hair, stood up, and not a single person on the flight had any idea what happened. He slept the rest of the flight and well, turns out I don't mind working Redeyes

It's Friday July 17th 2026 and this heat is outrageous but I'm just accepting it at this point, I want to go out dancing in the valley somewhere and I'm super open to any recommendations! My roommates don't want to go out and I hate going out all alone, I'd love to find someone to meet me out or run into me tonight depending where I end up. I may have also posted a video of what I'd like to happen after the bar too... I'm down to get a group together if there are others interested too!

It's Friday July 17th 2026 and this heat is outrageous but I'm just accepting it at this point, I want to go out dancing in the valley somewhere and I'm super open to any recommendations! My roommates don't want to go out and I hate going out all alone, I'd love to find someone to meet me out or run into me tonight depending where I end up. I may have also posted a video of what I'd like to happen after the bar too... I'm down to get a group together if there are others interested too!

It's Friday July 17th 2026 and this heat is outrageous but I'm just accepting it at this point, I want to go out dancing in the valley somewhere and I'm super open to any recommendations! My roommates don't want to go out and I hate going out all alone, I'd love to find someone to meet me out or run into me tonight depending where I end up. I may have also posted a video of what I'd like to happen after the bar too... I'm down to get a group together if there are others interested too!

When I have layovers and I'm staying at a hotel I tend to wander down to the bar. Occasionally I won't tell people I meet that I'm a flight attendant, especially men, because it tends to be a fantasy of theirs and it's all they think about when we talk. This was maybe 2 years ago, I had a layover at MSY (New Orleans) and was staying at the DoubleTree right off Memorial Boulevard. The bar is cute, small, and is like a half circle look.

I was sitting on one end, just having an espresso martini and this silver fox was sitting on the other end watching whatever silly sports game was on the TV. I sent him over a beer, he was drinking Modelo which I respect. He smiled at me and eventually walked over to say hello and thank me for the beer. We talked and I giggled for about an hour or so, I saw his wedding ring and listened to his stories but I genuinely thought it was harmless.

He eventually started subtly saying things like "a girl like you wouldn't ever waste their time with a old man like me", but something about his father like charisma just turned something on in me. His hand was on my thigh as he was leaning forward talking to the bar tender. So I slowly moved his hand higher up my skirt until his fingers brushed the lips of my pussy. When he finished talking I said "I wouldn't exactly say I'm wasting my time"... His eyebrows perked up, he cleared his throat, and I told him not to say anything. I thanked him for the drinks, I wrote my room number on a napkin, and slid it over to him wishing him a goodnight.

About 40 minutes later there is a knock on my door, it's the silver fox. When I answer he says, I shouldn't be here but I haven't been left speechless in a very long time so I wanted to properly thank you. Out from behind his back he is holding a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses, so I let him come inside. He's pouring us a drink, I'm bent over on the bed reaching for my phone and lifted up my robe so that when he turned around he would see me from behind. This time he wasn't speechless, he said something like "It's a shame I only got my fingers on that" to which I giggled and pulled my robe back down and apologized. After a few moments of awkward silence, I said "You could get your tongue on it..."

I bend back over and his hands slowly lift my robe up over my ass, this man knows how to eat and he made sure both holes were taken care of with his tongue. The night was spent in various positions, 69, letting him show me how deep he can get inside me, and eventually covering my belly in his warm cum. I thought nothing of it, he left and I didn't think I would ever see him again.

The next morning, my first flight out is to Dallas, then back to New Orleans, before flying out to San Diego late morning. On that flight from New Orleans to San Diego I was working the back of the plane so I didn't see everyone who boarded but I needed to run up to the front to grab a few more napkins and drinks for the back passengers. To my absolute surprise I make eye contact with the silver fox from last night in the 3rd row on the aisle. The remainder of the flight he continues to look over his shoulder and look back at me working, we never got the chance to exchange anymore words but now he knows I am in fact a flight attendant and I think he got a bucket list item crossed off.

24F and mine is dancing on a guy and he starts growing.

I think it's time I talk about the first male passenger that I gifted a "Mile High Club" status to. I was about 3 months into my job, I was 21 at the time, I had two flight attendant friends that we always said if we all worked a flight together we would let the fun begin. It happened much sooner than I thought, but there was a gentleman in the first row, I talked to him the most just because he was such a dapper older man, I'd say early or mid-forties, not graying yet in the hair on his head but had salt and pepper within his facial hair. He mentioned he's going home to an unhappy marriage and a broken family, so he loved traveling for work because it helped him forget about his home life. He was charming, flirty, but it was subtle, so I did what I thought would be the right move. I handed him a cup with a bottle of water and on the napkin that was rolled up I wrote a note that went something to the effects of:

"If you want a little more fun before the flight lands use the bathroom at the back of the plane at the top of the hour, the curtains will be shut but just open them"

Now for reference at the back of the plane right before the bathrooms we had two curtains that could be shut to indicate to passengers not to go beyond that point. The back of the plane wasn't very full and one of the flight attendants stayed in the last few rows to ensure no passengers got too close the curtains, except the one they knew to let through. Beyond the curtains and passed the bathrooms was me, bent over forward sticking my ass out and I had pulled my tights down and lifted my skirt so when he walked back he would see me there. It didn't work, when he came back, if he saw me, he went into the bathroom and I wasn't going to go in there after him.

So while he was in there I decided I would pull my skirt all the way up and I'd get on hands and knees to make it really hard for him to miss. When he walked out of the bathroom I heard his lips purse together and blow out air, I took this to mean "damn look at that" (a lot of meaning behind the air lol). It felt like 5 minutes of him looking and me staying bent over not even sure if he was still looking. But suddenly I felt a foot step down by the sides of each of my knees, I could see the brown loafers he was wearing and knew it was him. A hand reached around and grabbed my hair off of the right side of my shoulder, I could smell his cologne and after shave as he whispered "You don't know how much I needed this". I smiled and turned my head into his hand as to signal a mutual appreciation.

His hand slowly glided around my neck, then up my chin, and over my mouth. I don't think he ever pulled his pants up from the bathroom because next thing I know I hear him open his mouth, such a wet noise, and lick his hand... It meets my pussy, pulls away, and then the slap of his cock on my lips is a noise I'll never forget. He pushed in slowly and I had to try so hard to be silent. Thankfully planes have that loud hum from the engines and all the wind, it lasted about 10 minutes of really slow and deep thrusts into me. I knew he was done when my lower back started to get warm drippings of cum on them. Like a gentleman he didn't cum in me.

I cleaned up in the bathroom, opened the curtains back up, and remained in the back of the plane for the duration of the flight. I never saw him again but this interaction broke the seal and the fun I've had since... well... you'll just have to wait until the next confession!

I think it's time I talk about the first male passenger that I gifted a "Mile High Club" status to. I was about 3 months into my job, I was 21 at the time, I had two flight attendant friends that we always said if we all worked a flight together we would let the fun begin. It happened much sooner than I thought, but there was a gentleman in the first row, I talked to him the most just because he was such a dapper older man, I'd say early or mid-forties, not graying yet in the hair on his head but had salt and pepper within his facial hair. He mentioned he's going home to an unhappy marriage and a broken family, so he loved traveling for work because it helped him forget about his home life. He was charming, flirty, but it was subtle, so I did what I thought would be the right move. I handed him a cup with a bottle of water and on the napkin that was rolled up I wrote a note that went something to the effects of:

"If you want a little more fun before the flight lands use the bathroom at the back of the plane at the top of the hour, the curtains will be shut but just open them"

Now for reference at the back of the plane right before the bathrooms we had two curtains that could be shut to indicate to passengers not to go beyond that point. The back of the plane wasn't very full and one of the flight attendants stayed in the last few rows to ensure no passengers got too close the curtains, except the one they knew to let through. Beyond the curtains and passed the bathrooms was me, bent over forward sticking my ass out and I had pulled my tights down and lifted my skirt so when he walked back he would see me there. It didn't work, when he came back, if he saw me, he went into the bathroom and I wasn't going to go in there after him.

So while he was in there I decided I would pull my skirt all the way up and I'd get on hands and knees to make it really hard for him to miss. When he walked out of the bathroom I heard his lips purse together and blow out air, I took this to mean "damn look at that" (a lot of meaning behind the air lol). It felt like 5 minutes of him looking and me staying bent over not even sure if he was still looking. But suddenly I felt a foot step down by the sides of each of my knees, I could see the brown loafers he was wearing and knew it was him. A hand reached around and grabbed my hair off of the right side of my shoulder, I could smell his cologne and after shave as he whispered "You don't know how much I needed this". I smiled and turned my head into his hand as to signal a mutual appreciation.

His hand slowly glided around my neck, then up my chin, and over my mouth. I don't think he ever pulled his pants up from the bathroom because next thing I know I hear him open his mouth, such a wet noise, and lick his hand... It meets my pussy, pulls away, and then the slap of his cock on my lips is a noise I'll never forget. He pushed in slowly and I had to try so hard to be silent. Thankfully planes have that loud hum from the engines and all the wind, it lasted about 10 minutes of really slow and deep thrusts into me. I knew he was done when my lower back started to get warm drippings of cum on them. Like a gentleman he didn't cum in me.

I cleaned up in the bathroom, opened the curtains back up, and remained in the back of the plane for the duration of the flight. I never saw him again but this interaction broke the seal and the fun I've had since... well... you'll just have to wait until the next confession!

About a year and a half ago I was a flight attendant for an airline that has now gone out of business and one of my coworkers would be my co-flight attendant on almost every route for about 6 months straight. She knew I had a bit of a dirty side, and we would always comment on the cute guys which were a mix of the jocks wearing sweatpants in their 20's and the business men in their suits and always making their wedding rings easy to see. She is going to be relevant for future confessions so remember her.

Every time there was a man that I thought was attractive, I'd always offer him one free mini liquor bottle since we served Tito's, Jack, Aviation, Tequila, Rum, and Buffalo Trace of all things. This is the part where any women/wifes reading this or anyone who all weird about consent should stop reading.

Okay now that I have the rest of you little pervs, yes, I did something naughty and it's not like you can tell my employer because, well, they are out of business now. Anyways, we kept the mini liquor bottles in the front of the plane so when I was up there I would shut the curtain so none of the guests could see me, I'd prepare all the drinks I needed to, and then when I got the mini liquor bottles out I would open them up, gently rub my pussy until my fingers were wet and then I'd rub them on the caps and around the rim before putting the caps back on.

The joy it gave me to see them take their first sip when the bottle touched their lips will be a high I'll chase until I find a new airline to work for and potentially do this again. If I had to tally it up I would say about 10% just kind of ignored me the rest of the flight, 20% noticed something was on it and connected the dots but just stared at me and adjusted themselves the rest of the flight, 60% were so oblivious and had no idea, 10% knew I did something naughty to it and would try and catch me by the bathrooms in the back of the plan when I would switch sides with the other flight attendant and they would try flirting commenting on how good the liquor was, asking for another, and sometimes asking for my number. A very small percentage were ever successful at getting my number, but yeah...

I thought I would take this to my grave with me but what do I have to lose at this point. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed your flight ;)

About a year and a half ago I was a flight attendant for an airline that has now gone out of business and one of my coworkers would be my co-flight attendant on almost every route for about 6 months straight. She knew I had a bit of a dirty side, and we would always comment on the cute guys which were a mix of the jocks wearing sweatpants in their 20's and the business men in their suits and always making their wedding rings easy to see. She is going to be relevant for future confessions so remember her.

Every time there was a man that I thought was attractive, I'd always offer him one free mini liquor bottle since we served Tito's, Jack, Aviation, Tequila, Rum, and Buffalo Trace of all things. This is the part where any women/wifes reading this or anyone who all weird about consent should stop reading.

Okay now that I have the rest of you little pervs, yes, I did something naughty and it's not like you can tell my employer because, well, they are out of business now. Anyways, we kept the mini liquor bottles in the front of the plane so when I was up there I would shut the curtain so none of the guests could see me, I'd prepare all the drinks I needed to, and then when I got the mini liquor bottles out I would open them up, gently rub my pussy until my fingers were wet and then I'd rub them on the caps and around the rim before putting the caps back on.

The joy it gave me to see them take their first sip when the bottle touched their lips will be a high I'll chase until I find a new airline to work for and potentially do this again. If I had to tally it up I would say about 10% just kind of ignored me the rest of the flight, 20% noticed something was on it and connected the dots but just stared at me and adjusted themselves the rest of the flight, 60% were so oblivious and had no idea, 10% knew I did something naughty to it and would try and catch me by the bathrooms in the back of the plan when I would switch sides with the other flight attendant and they would try flirting commenting on how good the liquor was, asking for another, and sometimes asking for my number. A very small percentage were ever successful at getting my number, but yeah...

I thought I would take this to my grave with me but what do I have to lose at this point. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed your flight ;)