My first day as a flight attendant… The flight was going well, not too much turbulence, not many passengers, but there was this man in the first row, a rather handsome businessman. I felt his gaze on me every time I passed in the aisle. At one point, he called me over to ask for a glass of water. I couldn't help but notice that he had taken off his shoes, proudly displaying his sock-clad feet, playfully wiggling his toes. I brought him his glass of water, and as he took it, he stroked my fingers while smiling at me. A shiver of excitement spread to my groin. I understood his game and was tempted, so I headed towards the restroom, still staring at him. Barely a minute later, he joined me, closing the door behind him with his most charming smile. Without hesitation, I kissed him. He plunged his tongue into me, his three-day stubble rubbing wonderfully against my sensitive skin. His voice was husky, barely audible, but I understood what he was whispering in my ear. I knelt obediently as he loosened his tie and shirt to make himself comfortable. I undid his belt, lowering his trousers and briefs, exposing his already hard erection, which made my mouth water. I gently moistened it with my wet tongue, making him sigh with pleasure, feeling it tighten in my mouth. He took off his shoes, and I took the opportunity to caress his feet, enjoying the feel of my fingers on the soft, slightly damp fabric of his socks. I pulled one off, bringing it to my nose, intoxicated by its scent, while my other hand continued to stroke his penis, then moved to my own, already hard and almost aching. Then, grabbing my hair, he forced me back into his mouth, guiding me to suck deeper, telling me harder, faster. I felt his body arch and tremble as I gripped his thighs, my fingers teasing his anus, his buttocks clenching with each touch. He used his bare foot, cradling my penis between his toes, leading me to my torment. Ecstasy was approaching. His hands gripped my hair more tightly, aching, his breathing becoming increasingly ragged. He arched his back, letting out a small guttural cry as I felt his semen flow into my mouth. His foot contracted, continuing to caress my penis, bringing me to the point of climax, letting my own orgasm wash over me. Once it was over, he began to get dressed. I wiped my mouth, catching my breath, and continued to caress his feet, which had so aroused me. He removed the other sock and offered it to me, saying he had enjoyed the moment and that I should keep them as a souvenir. I took them with me automatically. We left the restroom one after the other, acting nonchalant. He returned to his seat. Once the plane landed, we exchanged a quick smile as he disembarked, knowing I would never see him again, but this flight would remain forever etched in my memory…
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