Looking at her profile in the light as she lay curled up in her seat, a fuzzy white jacket draped over her shoulder, I was struck by how uncanny the resemblance was to the cheer captain of my high school. That girl had high-kicked and cartwheeled her way through my dreams and fantasies for 4 years. Melinda was her name, and even now I felt a twitch in my cock as I remembered how her big, bouncy breasts had moved under the sleeveless uniform top as she and her teammates did their routines.

I always sat in the front row, waiting for the glimpse of her Spankies that came with each kick. Then I would go home and jerk off, or if I had a girlfriend at the time, I would make out with her after the game, imagining it was Melinda’s crotch I was rubbing and Melinda’s had on my dick. I never did make any time with her, since she was joined at the hip to one of the football players–an overmuscled, underbrained but admittedly hunky jock named Dougie Carlton. How I hated him, knowing he was feeling up those magnificent mammaries in the back seat of his car after practice!

I shook myself out of my reverie and took a closer look at the girl on the plane. Now that I had taken the little trip down memory lane, I was even more aware of how much she resembled Melinda. For a minute I thought, I ran into one old friend on this plane, why not another? but quickly realized that was impossible. This girl was still a high school cheerleader.

Melinda would be grown up and had probably gotten fat and had 6 kids by now. Still, it was pretty surreal. I ran my eyes down her sleeping form and got another shocker: the way she was curled up sideways on the seat, with her jacket over her shoulder and her legs pulled up to her chest, I had a perfect view up her little skirt.

And wonder of wonders, she was going commando! My jaw dropped as I beheld her hairless cunt smiling at me in the spotlight of the reading lamp. Despite my recent world-class blowjob, I was hard as rock and ready for another cum. I took a moment to glance around and make sure no one else around me was awake. Slowly I dropped down to one knee, pretending to tie my shoe. This put her beautiful snatch at eye level. I drank in the lovely sight. She obviously tanned in the nude, since she was an even light brown over her smooth ass cheek.

The skin lightened as it passed the crease of her leg and onto her hairless outer lips. The velvety skin was smooth and flawless, stretching backward until it reached the puckered little pink ring of her asshole. Darker brown inner labia peeked out of her crack, enticing me closer. I wondered if she shaved this sublime cooze herself, of if she got it waxed at a spa. What an awesome job that would be: spreading hot wax on furry pussies all day! I got as close as I dared and inhaled deeply, savoring her aroma. It was tangier and less earthy than Carol’s, somehow fresher. I really needed to jerk off now, and reluctantly stood to head into the lav.

“Getting in some early sightseeing, huh?” an amused voice whispered in my ear. I almost jumped out of my skin.

“Jesus Christ!” I hissed, spinning around. There stood my redheaded stewardess, hands on hips and a stern expression on her full lips. She had flaming red hair that was a mass of tight curls, piled high on her head. Her eyes were a deep sea-green that I could have drowned in. Her creamy white skin was dusted with a spray of freckles across her pert, turned-up nose. Her tailored uniform hugged her full hips and curvaceous figure. She was beautiful, and right now, utterly terrifying.

“I…uh..I…was…” I stuttered, intending to trot out my shoe-tying excuse, but one look at her face and I knew I had been busted. I shrugged and gave her a grin. “If it’s on display I’ll take a look.”

She glanced at my little honey’s bare twat, then leaned past me to flick off the reading light. Her soft breasts brushed my chest as she did so, reenergizing my terror-stricken boner.

“No sense in letting everyone get a free show. You should be ashamed of yourself! She could be your daughter.”

God help me if I had a daughter who looked like that, I thought. “ I wasn’t hurting anyone,” I said a little desperately, not wanting her to think too badly of me.

“Come back here, buddy,” she said, motioning toward the galley. “We need to have a little talk.”

Oh shit! I breathed, fearing I was in the crapper now. I stepped into the alcove and she drew the curtain.

“What were you thinking, looking at that poor girl’s pussy like that?” I was silent as I struggled to find some way not to look like a pervert. Her next words surprised me. “Did you get a nice, thick hard-on watching that little cunt?”

“Um, maybe…” I mumbled, taken aback.

“Did you want to touch her? Maybe stick your tongue up that crack and taste her?”

My eyes must have been as big as saucers. I had no idea what to say.

“You are such a bad, bad boy. Don’t you feel ashamed?”

“A little,” I admitted.

“If you tell the truth, and take your punishment like a man, you’ll feel better, and maybe I’ll reward your honesty,” she said severely.

“Yes. Yes, I wanted her badly.”

“Are you ready to accept the consequences of your actions?” she asked, her eyebrow arched.

“Yes, “ I said humbly, wondering where this was going.

She sat on her little jumpseat against the wall. “Drop your pants!” she commanded.

“What?!”

“You need to do your penance if you want to escape a more severe penalty. Now drop your pants or I wake up the air marshal.”

“OK, “ I said, pulling down my Dockers. Despite my terror, I was still aroused, and my shorts were tented out to an impressive degree.

“Tighty-whities, too, Mr. Voyeur.”

I slid my jockies off, letting my boner spring out of confinement. I stood in front of her, a curious mixture of humiliation, dread, and arousal making my heart race.

“That prick doesn’t look very remorseful. In fact, it looks pretty cocky, if I may say so. I think it needs to be disciplined. Maybe choked, or spanked,” she said with an evil grin. Does she mean what I think? I wondered.
“Go ahead and spank it.” She does!

I slowly reached up and grasped by throbbing shaft. I stroked it gently back and forth, looking her in the eye. She crossed her legs, giving me a brief flash of panty and creamy white thigh. “Harder!” she insisted.

I began jerking off in earnest. I had never done this with an audience before, and it was a heady experience. My knees were trembling as my fist pumped up and down my rigid member. Her eyes were glued to my dick as the purple head popped in and out of my flying fingers. Despite just blowing a load a few minutes ago, I felt another cum explosion building.

As if reading my mind, she said, “After your little workout in first class, I’m surprised you have enough jam to go again.”

My jaw dropped and my pumping slowed. “You know about that?”

“Don’t stop now! That sweet meat of yours is starting to drip. Finish yourself off, naughty boy!” she ordered. “I watched the whole thing through the curtains up front. Did you like her warm lips on your cock? Did you like the taste of her pussy?”

“Yes!” I hissed, getting into the spirit of things. “I stuck my tongue all the way up her cooze. I had her honey dripping all over my face!” My nuts were tightening again.

She was breathing heavily, and squirming in her seat as she watched my orgasm build. “Did you think of me while you finger-fucked her? Or while you were sniffing around that cheerleader’s cunt?”

“Oh, yes,” I said fervently. “ I want to rip your clothes off and get balls deep in your twat! I want to taste your dripping pussy. I want to bite your nipples and make you scream. I want to pump my jizz deep into you, you nasty bitch!”

With that I erupted, spewing yet another epic load from my spasming member. Fountains of white semen flew out, spattering the floor, the wall, and her shoes. I finished pumping my dick until it was empty and I was exhausted. I slumped against the wall, my spent peter dripping against my thigh. I wasn’t sure but it looked like she had had her own orgasm just watching me. She sat there, breathing heavily, staring at my softening prick, then seemed to collect herself.

She straightened her shoulders, licked her lips, and stared me down. “Very good! You have almost completed your punishment. Now lick my shoes clean!” She lifted her right leg to my hand and I cupped the heel, holding it high. I had a nice view of her damp panties as I slowly tongued the cum off first the right shoe, and then, switching her legs, the left. I dropped her leg and asked, “Now what?”

“Clean your mess off the floor and the wall.”

I grabbed a towel from the galley and did so, my naked wedding tackle waving in the breeze.

“You have done very well. I will have to think up a suitable reward for your honesty and obedience. Now get yourself cleaned up and dressed before one of the other flight attendants comes back here.”

I slipped into the bathroom and washed up, my mind reeling. By the time I stepped out, my abused cock tucked away again, she was gone. I made my way back to my seat in a daze, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
This is the most bizarre trip I have ever been on, I thought as I slipped into unconsciousness. And something tells me it is only going to get stranger.

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