Airline Confession by VK (Male Script)

-----------------------------Everyone in all my scripts are 18 years or older------------------------


Airline Confession by VK
[M4A] [MF] [mile-high club] [Romantic] [Male Voice]

The crossword we were doing had a clue; Rotund author of "The Final Confession" which I Knew as Rex Stout. As I filled it in, something occurred to me about all the confessions you were doing.

"So," I said letting out a short breath. "I have a confession of my own to make. This happened when I was 18 and just coming back from Taiwan. I don't really talk about it because it's sort of a cliche and because it was--well, let me tell it. Two days before my brother and I were to return home on Korean Airlines, the Soviets shot down KAL flight 007 when it strayed over Russian air space. We were returning on separate days on KAL 008. Mom figured it would be the best way if the Russians decided to make a habit of shooting down unarmed airliners.

I got on the plane alone, with my trusty, dusty gas-mask bag and my sketchpad. The crew was very somber and they all wore black ribbons on their uniforms. It was obvious they had lost friends. There was one stewardess in particular, a hearbreakingly cute Korean girl, who looked close to tears. I sat back in my seat and pulled out my pad. I'd been sketching like a madman recently and my lines were showing some improvement.

After we got into the air, I was flipping through the sketches, when I felt someone sit down next to me. It was the cute stewardess. This was very strange after 4 months of--not exactly being shunned but--mothers pulling their children out of my way when I walked down the street. I gave her a smile and she pointed at my pad and though she had very little English, and I had NO Korean I knew that she wanted to see it. I handed it to her and she plucked my pencil from my hand and did her own drawing on a blank page. It was a little anime drawing of a guy which was me, she 'explained' by pointing. I laughed and did a quick sketch of her her full lips, bright eyes and just a shade of a nose, her long hair gathered in the back. She loved it.

I'd been flying forever and this flight was not crowded at all, so they weren't busy, but I had never had a crew member sit down with me. I'm a known uniform festishist, but this was nothing to write home about. Long skirt, big jacket, and all buttoned up. However, I was 18 and full of raging hormones and had been away from any chance to have sex for what seemed like an eternity. Just this basic communication with a good-looking female had me hard as a rock. She discovered this when she leaned over me to open the window shade. She sort of froze, then looked at me, looking around and sat back down. I said, 'sorry' and she put fingers to my lips and shook her head. Then she pulled them away like they had shocked her.

She stood up then and looked up and down the aircraft at the mostly sleeping passengers and silent crew. Then she took my hand and beckoned me to follow her. We went to the back of the plane, where no one was sitting, and she pulled me into an alcove behind the last seat. Facing each other all I wanted right then was to kiss her and I was hoping like hell that was what she wanted too. I guess I communicated that because like a flash, she was kissing me. It was frantic, and intense, her little tongue immediately got into play and my hands began do what they could through the padding. I made a try at her coat buttons and she slapped my hand away which I saw was just so she could undo and shed it faster than I. She wore a white silk blouse and I loved feeling that texture as I pulled her to me. I was still dressed for the tropics, so my legs got the first feel of her stockings. Her little hands were all over me but I could tell she was heading down my body.

When her hands pushed my shorts down and found my cock, well I don't know what the Korean word for 'happy surprise' is but she said it. She leaned back and pulled up her skirt. I could now see all of her legs and her small trimmed pubes as she wore no panties with her panty hose. I love stockings but right then they were an impediment. She poked a hole in them near her crotch and I was so horny I made it bigger and put myself right in her. Her eyes lit up when I entered and began moving in her. My hands slipped up her body under her shirt and I got them on her soft titties. She was moaning and panting and thrusting back into me. I began to feel myself getting ready to come. I couldn't judge this girl's state since from the sound, she could have been coming the entire time. But she must've sensed something from me, because she pushed me away and quickly got on her knees to take my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me so cutely as her little head bobbed up and down on my hard cock, still slick with her juices. It was all too much, the girl...the situation...the mile-high-club...I came then, and four months of passion spilled into her waiting mouth.

She swallowed it all, making cute Mmmming sounds and I stroked her hair. Then we got up and like old friends--which I guess we were--we put ourselves back together and she made a great show of leading me back to my seat and bending down to make sure my tray was adjusted to give me one final kiss. I changed planes in Seoul and I never saw her again."

"You know, hon, As much as I love it, you don't have to perform it with me every time I tell you a story like this."
"I don't?"
"Well, never mind. It might just affect the stories I tell. I didn't even know you had anything like a stewardess uniform."
"I am a woman of many mysteries," you said.
"And I'm a man who loves to detect."
"Are you looking for something right now?" you ask coyly.
"Well, where's that puzzle we were doing?"
"You have to do me first," you say as you pounce.


VK 2013