Skip to content My name’s Chad, and I worked as a flight attendant for a commercial airline on a regular route from Los Angeles to Dallas. I had a nineteen-year-old cousin named Sofi who was terrified of flying, and one day she had to travel to Texas for a school-related trip.
My aunt had called me a few days earlier about booking Sofi on one of my flights. She asked if I could stay close to her during the journey. Sofi and I were pretty close, and I already knew about her fear. She’d always been full of questions about what it was like working as a flight attendant.
Naturally, I agreed to help out. The day before her flight, Aunt Maria and Sofi came by for a visit to me and my mother.
Sofi had angel-blonde hair, an innocent-looking face with blue eyes, and a modest bust. She was toned, with nice hips and she had the most perfect dimples that deepened when she smiled. Her lips had a natural pink color, full and a little pouty when she got nervous. She wore a simple top and skirt that showed off her lightly tanned skin and smooth legs. Even if she looked innocent and cute, she was quite tall at five feet 8.
“Are you alright?” I asked as we sat alone out on the terrace. Inside, my mom and aunt were busy making dinner.
“Yeah… a little bit nervous,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ears.
I gave her a reassuring pat on the back and told her everything would be safe and smooth.
“I’m just scared I’ll have a panic attack,” she admitted, dropping her gaze.
“If you do,” I said gently, “I’ll help you through it. I used to date someone who was terrified of flying, and I learned how to calm her down.”
“You did … without drugs, right?” she asked, looking me in the eyes.
“Yeah,” I said.
She was incredibly wary of anything drug-related. It was part of her innocence. She wanted to handle everything naturally. And I knew I had a natural way to help her if it came to that.
*****
The next morning came fast. I had to get to the airport early for preflight briefings, but I told Sofi exactly what to expect and promised I’d be watching for her at the gate.
I’d made sure she got a window seat near the back, right where I’d be stationed. She texted me as soon as she got through security.
Just got through! Gate 36, right? I’m scared lol
You’re good. Just look for me at the door. I’ll be there.
Boarding started, and I stood in position with my usual polite smile, greeting passengers one by one as they entered the aircraft. A few women gave me those half-second glances, but I was only watching for her.
And then I saw her.
Sofi stepped into view, clinging to her boarding pass like it was a lifeline. She wore a light sweatshirt that hung slightly off one shoulder and tight-fitting jeans that outlined the subtle curves of her hips and thighs. She wore her blonde hair loose. She looked nervous and out of place among the crowd, her eyes darting until they locked on mine.
“Hey,” I said, smiling and leaning in a little. “You made it.”
“I almost turned around,” she whispered.
“You’re doing great. Your seat’s right back here with me. I’ve got you.”
She sighed. “Promise you won’t leave me?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said.
I walked her down the aisle, letting her move just ahead of me. She was trying to act composed, but I could see her hands tremble slightly as she gripped her small carry-on. When she reached her row, I helped stow her bag in the overhead bin and waited as she sat down.
The flight took off, and as soon as the seatbelt light turned off, the first thing I did was head straight to her. She was trembling, biting her nails, her eyes wide and unfocused. I slid into the empty seat beside her.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head. “I’m really scared,” she whispered. I could see her chest rising fast, her heart practically pounding through her sweatshirt.
I glanced around. The back of the plane was quiet. Most passengers were absorbed in movies, music, or dozing off. The row behind Sofi was empty, and the one across the aisle had a man snoring under a blanket.
“Chad … I’m really scared.”
I knew I had to do something, even if it was considered unconventional by many and I might risk losing my job. “Do you want me to help you relax?”
“Please.”
I reached for one of the airline blankets in the overhead bin, unfolding it and draping it over her lap.
Under the cover of the blanket, I placed my hand gently on her knee. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t protest as my hand moved beneath her skirt. I could feel the warmth radiating from between her legs before I even touched her. Her center was like a blast furnace. When my fingers found the fabric of her underwear, I was surprised to discover how damp it already was.
“Is this okay?” I asked, voice barely audible as I began to stroke her through the thin cotton. “Let me know if you want to try something else.”
“No!” she protested. “This feels good.” She bit her lip as her eyes darted nervously around the cabin. I moved my fingers in slow circles. Her breathing deepened and the panic was leaving her eyes, replaced by lust and need.
After a minute of rubbing her through the fabric, I carefully slipped my fingers beneath the elastic band. She gasped as I made direct contact with her flower petals, her skin incredibly velvety and slick with arousal.
“Does that feel good?” I whispered, my eyes constantly scanning for any approaching crew members.
“Yes,” she said, a smile breaking across her face for the first time since boarding. Her head fell back against the headrest, eyes half-closed. “You know how to push my buttons right.”
Her pussy lips were silky smooth against my fingertips, delicate and swollen with fresh honey. As I explored her pussy, her juices coated my fingers. The scent rising from beneath the blanket was sweet and musky, like honeyed almonds with an earthy undertone that made my own cock harden.
I imagined what her womanhood looked like, light pink, symmetric, swollen and labia that bloomed outward like a flower. “You must have a beautiful pussy,” I whispered, making her giggle.
She giggled. I’m glad you like my kitty.”
Sofi’s hips shifted subtly, pressing against my hand. I dipped lower, finding her entrance. As I dipped my finger inside, her inner walls gripped me, hot, tight, and pulsing. The velvety texture of her channel surprised me, and I couldn’t help but imagine the sensation of sliding inside her with my most intimate part. Focusing on her orgasm, I curled my finger upward in a “come hither” motion.
“Oh that’s nice,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the drone of the engines. Her thighs tensed around my hand.
I found a spongy spot along her front wall and applied gentle pressure, making her moan.
Just as her breathing became more ragged and her thighs began to tremble, I caught movement from the corner of my eye. Kelly, another flight attendant, was heading down the aisle toward us.
I smoothly withdrew my honey-covered hand but kept it under the blanket, shifting my body to appear as though I was simply having a conversation with a nervous passenger.
“Everything okay?” Kelly asked, glancing between us.
“Just helping my cousin through some flight anxiety,” I explained professionally. “She’s doing much better now.”
Sofi nodded, her cheeks flushed for reasons Kelly couldn’t possibly guess. Me and Kelly had a little chat like we usually did before she disappeared into the forward galley. Then I slipped my hand back between Sofi’s legs, finding her even wetter than before. Her eyes widened in surprise, then darkened with desire.
It only took another minute before her body tensed, her hand gripping my forearm beneath the blanket. She bit down on her lower lip to stifle a moan that could have been mistaken for a sigh of relief. Her body shuddered beneath my touch as the wave of pleasure washed over her. I felt her pulsing against my fingers as I continued to stroke her pussy through her climax, gradually slowing as she came down.
When she opened her eyes again, she giggled.
“That was… really nice,” she whispered, her cheeks pink and rosy. “I don’t feel scared anymore.”
I smiled, leaning in to kiss her forehead, then quickly on her lips. Her eyes widened slightly at the intimate gesture, but she didn’t pull away.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better,” I murmured. “If you start feeling unwell again, just let me know. I’ll be right here.”
The flight continued smoothly for the next couple of hours. I checked on Sofi now and then, bringing her water and snacks, pleased to see her relaxed enough to watch a movie on her phone. But with about an hour left on our flight, everything changed.
The plane suddenly dropped, then lurched to the side. The seatbelt sign dinged on immediately as the captain’s voice came over the intercom.
“Folks, we’re hitting some unexpected turbulence. All passengers and flight attendants please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts.”
I secured the galley quickly and made my way to Sofi’s row. Her face had drained of all color, her knuckles white as she gripped the armrests. The plane jolted again, and she let out a small cry.
“It’s alright,” I said, sliding into the seat beside her and buckling up. “Just some rough air. The plane is designed to handle this.”
She turned to me, eyes wide with terror. “Chad, I can’t—I can’t breathe,” she gasped.
I took her hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly as the aircraft continued to bounce and shake. “Focus on me. We’re okay.”
The turbulence intensified. Somewhere behind us, a bag fell from an overhead bin. Sofi leaned in close to my ear, her breath hot against my skin.
“I need… I need to feel better again,” she whispered urgently. “Like before. But more.”
I pulled back slightly to look at her. “What do you mean?”
Her blue eyes locked with mine. “Can we … you know…” She glanced meaningfully toward the lavatory at the rear of the plane. She wanted to fuck. “I think it would help me. A lot.”
“Sofi, I’ve never … that’s different from what I did before. I don’t know if we should—”
The plane dropped again, harder this time, and Sofi let out a strangled sob, her nails digging into my palm.
“Please,” she begged, tears welling in her eyes. “I can’t take this. I’m going to lose it.”
The desperation in her voice broke something inside me.
“Okay,” I whispered. “When the seatbelt sign turns off, wait thirty seconds, then follow me.”
Five minutes later, the captain announced we’d cleared the worst of it. The moment the seatbelt sign dinged off, I stood and made my way to the rear lavatory, checking that it was vacant. I slipped inside, leaving the door unlocked.
Seconds later, there was a gentle tap, and Sofi squeezed in, her face still pale with fear. The tiny space forced our bodies together, her B cup breasts pressed against mine. She had taken off her little sweatshirt and was now left in a white top.
“We have to be quick,” I told her.
She nodded, biting her lip in excitement.
I pulled her jeans and underwear down, watching as she helped wiggle them off. The plane jolted again, and she clutched at my shoulders. Then I unzipped my pants and positioned myself between her legs.
“Look at me,” I said, cupping her face. “Just focus on feeling.”
She nodded. I set her on top of the sink and spread her legs. She was freshly shaved and her pussy looked as beautiful as I’d imagined. It was indeed pink as cotton candy, and her labia bloomed outward like two symmetric wings, and her center was already swollen and juicy.
I freed my erection and rubbed the head against her vagina. Then I pushed inside her, inch for inch, feeling her body tense then yield. She was impossibly tight, and she gasped while her eyes widened.
“Are you okay?” I asked, holding still as half of my length stretched her.
“Yes,” she said. “Don’t stop.”
Slowly, I slid all the way in, feeling connected to her. Then I pulled out till only the head remained and pushed all the way in, which went smoother and silkier than the first time.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper. Each thrust seemed to melt away more of her anxiety, her expression transforming from fear to something of wonder and pleasure.
“This feels so good,” she whispered against my ear. “So much better than before.”
I hooked my arms around her legs and tried to be quick, but at the same time, I didn’t want to slam into her and knock her against the bathroom mirror. But her pussy felt so good, tight and innocent. I kept thrusting into her till a light “clap” started rising, mingling with my grunts. I glanced down as my cock kept disappearing and reappearing inside her incestuous hole, and I’d never felt something so thrilling in my life, even if my focus was on her.
We looked each other in the eyes, and her pussy walls tightened around me like a wet mouth.
“I’m close,” she murmured, her nails digging into my shoulders.
The words died on her lips as her body tensed, her inner walls pulsating around me. The sensation triggered my climax as well as I buried myself to the hilt and filled her pink pussy with cum. I buried my face in her neck to muffle my groan as I climaxed hard.
For several moments, we stayed perfectly still, just breathing against each other. The plane continued its journey, but the turbulence no longer seemed to register with Sofi. She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting mine with a new clarity.
“I feel a thousand times better,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around me in a tight embrace. Her body relaxed completely against mine, the trembling fear from earlier completely gone. “Thank you,” she said.
I held her close, stroking her blonde hair. “We should get back to our seats,” I said gently, though I made no immediate move to separate from her. It just felt so sweet to linger inside her.
She nodded but tightened her embrace for a moment longer. “I never thought flying could feel this good,” she said with a giggle.
“I’m glad you enjoyed this,” I said. Slowly, I pulled out from her slick hole. I took some paper as I dragged a river of cum with me. I cleaned her and helped pull up her panties and jeans.
“Go first,” I instructed. “I’ll follow in a minute.”
She nodded, but before unlocking the door, she rose on her tiptoes and kissed my lips. “Will you check on me again before we land?”
“Of course,” I promised.
After she slipped out, I waited the appropriate time before following, scanning the cabin professionally as I returned. No one seemed to have noticed our absence, or if they had, they showed no sign of it.
Back at her seat, Sofi was gazing out the window, a serene smile playing on her lips. The captain announced our descent into Dallas, and when I glanced at her during my pre-landing checks, she smiled which held no trace of her earlier terror.
As passengers deplaned in Dallas, I stood at the door saying my professional goodbyes. Sofi was the last passenger, and when she reached me, she paused.
“My return flight is next Sunday,” she said a bit shyly. “Same airline.”
I nodded, understanding the unspoken question. “I’ll see what I can do about my schedule,” I replied, our fingers brushing as I handed her the forgotten sweater she’d nearly left behind.
“Thank you for risking your job just for my sake,” she whispered. “It was really sweet of you.”
“Any time, Sofi.”
As she walked away down the jet bridge, she turned back once, her blue eyes finding mine. I had never seen her so happy and glowing in my life, and I knew with absolute certainty that this flight was just the beginning.
The end.
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