"Good evening ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard Air Elite flight 6969 to Sydney." Vishwas and his secretary Shama were sitting on the plane. They would be here for the next fifteen hours. Although the plane was smaller than usual, it was mostly empty. Air Elite, a new airline, had yet to establish itself in business.
"There are six emergency exits..." The air hostess was giving information, but the two of them were not paying much attention. Even though they were sitting on a plane at night after working all day, they were still talking about the work they had to do in Sydney. Opening the Sydney office of this newly started advertising company was no small task.
"Sir, we are going to meet Mr. Berger later." Actually, Shama had never called Vishwas sir before. But now that she was his secretary, she had started calling him sir even without his insistence.
"I have prepared a briefing about their company. I have also written how we can provide them with premium service compared to any other advertising company." Shama held out the iPad. Vishwas was pleased. Shama was skilled in her work. With her by his side, he was confident that he would definitely fulfill this huge responsibility of the company.
"Shama, the creative head... what's her name?" Vishwas' company had just taken over a small advertising agency in Sydney. The leader of their creative team was going to look after the Sydney office.
"Emily… Emily Baynes."
"Yes, Emily. Let her come to the meeting with Berger too," said Vishwas.
"Her?" Shama asked in surprise and some suspicion, "What will she be doing there? Her employment agreement hasn't even been finalized yet."
"At least she's been in this process from the beginning."
"But why?" Faith shone at Shama's slightly annoyed tone, and then he smiled as he looked at her face. He understood Shama's displeasure.
"Mrs. Tiwari, fifty Emilys will come and go, but you will remain Vishwas' secretary!" Vishwas said with a smile. Shama felt a little embarrassed at the thought that Vishwas understood her feelings of resentment. It was natural to feel this way about Emily Baines. She was much younger than Shama, almost the same age as Vishwas. Thick golden hair, blue eyes, a thin straight nose and big pink lips. Any man would like her.
"Sir, please fasten your seat belt," a smart air hostess came up to Vishwas and said, "We are about to take off." Vishwas nodded and agreed. But something was wrong. The belt didn't lock properly. Then the air hostess came forward and leaned over to try to fasten the belt. As she got closer, Vishwas felt her warm breath. The faint smell of perfume entered his nose. Vishwas's penis twitched in his pants. The air hostess, who was leaning forward to fasten the seat belt, must have noticed it. A smile appeared on her lips.
"It's done!" she said, standing up straight. Vishwas came to her senses from her daze.
"Thank you Ayesha!" he said, reading her nameplate on her uniform. She smiled and said welcome, and walked away.
"Naughty boy!" Shama said looking at Vishwas. Shama had noticed the movement in Vishwas' pants. As usual, the lights in the plane were dimmed during takeoff. Shama threw her shawl over Vishwas. Vishwas didn't understand for a moment what was happening. His heart started beating faster in the whirring sound of the plane when Shama put her hand under the shawl and ran her hand over Vishwas's semi-erect penis. The magic in her hands moving over the pants was such that his penis became fully erect in half a second. An inarticulate moan escaped Vishwas' mouth. He looked around with some concern. But since the plane was quite empty, most of the people were sitting in the window seats. There was no way anyone could understand what was going on under the shawl.
By now, Shama had pulled her pants down a little, exposing Vishwas' penis. The plane had now reached the runway. Shama glanced around once, taking in the crowd, and before anyone knew it, she bent down and buried her head in her shawl.
"Ahh!"
"Any problem sir?" Ayesha asked after a long while. Vishwas refused, shaking his head with great difficulty. Shama had taken his penis in her mouth under the shawl and started sucking it passionately. The plane now started running fast on the runway. With that, Shama's sucking speed increased. Shama's full erect member was moving with it. Vishwas moved the hand placed on her back a little lower and from the side he started rubbing her big breasts.
While sucking the penis rapidly, there came a moment when Vishwas could not control himself. As the wheels of the plane left the ground and took off, Vishwas released all his semen into Shama's mouth. By the time the plane was stationary in the air, Shama had swallowed all the semen. The lights in the plane were now brighter again. Vishwas' face was filled with satisfaction.
It had been almost 7 hours since the plane left the airport. After watching a movie for a while, Vishwas fell asleep. The other passengers on the plane were either asleep or watching a movie on the screen in front of their seats. However, Shama couldn't sleep well on the plane. Her seat was moving around. She got up from her seat to stretch her legs.
"Do you need anything?" airhostess Ayesha asked Shama.
"Hmm... a glass of water." Shama exclaimed, "Wait, I'll take some wine!" Shama ordered. A slight smile appeared on Ayesha's face. She nodded and took a glass.
"White or red?"
"Red," Shama replied.
Shama stood there with a glass of wine in her hand, wanting to stretch her legs. She started chatting with Ayesha easily. From the conversation, she understood that Ayesha's father was a Malayali Indian, but her mother was from Dubai. While working as a laborer, he fell in love with Ayesha's mother, and after they got married, they settled there. Ayesha grew up in Dubai. When a Dubai sheikh started this Air Elite airline, she took the air hostess exam and got the job.
"Do you know Hindi or Malayalam?" Shama asked. For so long, their conversation had been in English.
"A little bit of both. I like Malayalam cinema," Ayesha said with a smile.
"Your smile is beautiful! So heartwarming!" Shama complimented her casually.
"And your hair..." Ayesha said, "your figure..."
"Thank you," Shama said with difficulty.
"It's amazing how well you've maintained yourself even at this age..."
"At this age? How do you know my age?"
"Oh come on! You showed your passport when you came in!"
"Smart girl!" Shama praised her once again.
"Your boobs... are so firm and beautifully shaped..."
"I think... I should go to my place now." Shama said in difficulty.
"Why? Do you want to use those sexy lips of yours to give your boss a blow job again?" Shama was shocked by Ayesha's statement.
"What??"
"Airhostesses are given detailed training to ensure they know exactly what is going on inside the plane."
"What do you mean?" Shama asked nervously.
"It's not that I didn't understand anything just by taking the shawl. I understood what was going on behind the seat under the shawl just from the movement of your shoulders and the expression on your boss's face."
"Ah...ah... Okay..." Shama didn't know what to say.
"Doing something like that on a plane in front of everyone is a crime, you know?"
"What?" Shama was scared, "I'm really really sorry.."
"It's okay. I won't report right away," Ayesha said, stepping forward. She lightly ran her hand through Shama's thick hair.
"P..p...it won't happen again..." Shama said.
"But what if I want you to do it again?" Ayesha asked with a smile. There was a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.
"So?"
"Have you ever been with a woman?" Ayesha was still running her hands through Shama's hair, "Answer me honestly, yes!"
"H... h... yes... once."
"Did you like it?"
"Yes..."
"And how do you think I am?"
"Ayesha... I said sorry didn't I..."
"But you didn't answer my question."
"You?" Shama looked at Ayesha. What should she say to how she felt? Ayesha was extremely attractive. There was an Indian sallowness to her skin but the rest of her face was Arabic. She had her long black hair in attractive braids. The curves of her fit body were visible in that tight uniform of blouse-skirt, "Ayesha you are sexy.." Shama replied.
"Good..." Shama said, opening the door to the plane's washroom with one hand. She went inside. Looking at Shama standing outside the door, she sexyly unbuttoned the top buttons of her blouse with one hand. With the other hand, she started running her hands all over her body. Shama looked around once. And then looked again at Ayesha standing inside. Shama felt moisture in her thighs. Shama was drawn to Ayesha as if by a magnet. She went inside and closed the door.
"If answering the call of the body is a crime, then so be it.. Fuck the rules!" Shama said impulsively and pulled Ayesha closer and pressed her lips to hers. Ayesha let go of Shama's hair, which was tied back with a clip. Shama removed Ayesha's uniform blouse and also unhooked her bra. Ayesha's round, perky breasts were exposed.
"Oh! What a beautiful shape!" Shama said excitedly. She took Ayesha's breasts in her mouth. She started sucking them passionately. A wave of pleasure passed through Ayesha's body. She let go of Shama's saree. Soon both of them were naked. Even in that small washroom of the plane, they were so engrossed in each other that they did not face any obstacles. Ayesha now sat on her knees. Shama placed one of her legs on the edge of the basin and showed Ayesha her beautiful pink vagina.
"You're so wet..."
"What else did you expect?" Ayesha, getting more excited by Shama's answer, buried her head between Shama's legs. Her tongue started to move gently over Shama's vaginal petals.
"AaSSS..." Shama screamed in ecstasy.
"Shhh..." Ayesha placed her hand on Shama's mouth, "Let's both be caught." Slowly Ayesha went down again. She started to crush Shama's vagina with her lips. She started to suck her nipple by kissing her lips. Waves of lust were coming and hitting each other.
"Let me repay you for this." Shama said. Ayesha happily agreed. She spread her legs and sat on the closed commode. Sitting on her knees, Shama pressed his tongue against Ayesha's vagina. Shama had enjoyed pleasure with a woman once before, but it had been many years. The scent of Ayesha's orgasm entered Shama's nose and she became completely intoxicated. Ayesha held Shama's head tightly as she enjoyed the utmost pleasure.
"Oh my God!!" Ayesha moaned in ecstasy. She was done.
As the plane flew over the Indian Ocean towards Sydney, an ocean of joy surged through this heavenly sky.
After matching their clothes, the two came out of the washroom, guessing that no one was around.
"I'm in Sydney for three more days." Ayesha took a piece of paper and wrote something on it, "I'm staying at this hotel. Call me!" Shama looked at her and smiled, nodding her head and moving forward, she lightly pressed her lips on Ayesha's lips once. And she walked towards her seat. Ayesha let out a sigh after seeing her round and beautiful buttocks wrapped in a saree. Thinking that she would definitely find this paradise in Sydney once again, she felt happy with herself and started her work...