Flora and Her Girls

I was on the first leg of a long flight to Australia, traveling from New York to LA, when I first met Flora, Eva and Kirsten. Flora was the lead flight attendant on the leg to LA. I met her glance when I boarded to take my seat in first class and was struck by her eyes at first - crystal blue beneath a neat slate grey coiffure, pulled back into a pony tail and secured with a shiny black barrette. Her mouth was concealed behind a mask, but the eyes alone floored me. She had a full figure, with generous breasts, broad hips, a tight midsection and long, powerful legs, accentuated by silky blue hose. It was clear that for a woman of her age - mid fifties I’d guess, close in age to me - she kept in amazing shape.

As I made my way to my seat and settled in for the trip, my eyes couldn’t help but wander to her as she went about her duties and coordinated with her colleagues, who - unlike Flora - did not wear masks.The first of these was Eva, a petite Latina named Eva with a beautifully fit little body, a devilish white smile, small breasts, pitch black hair cut short and neatly parted in the middle, and big round eyes, as well an infectious little giggle. The second, Kirsten, was a lithe blonde with high cheekbones, broad lips painted pink, long fit legs and hair that fell in wisps down her shoulders from her loosely assembled chignon. She had an aura of Scandinavian seriousness about her. Flora must have been twice the age of the two younger flight attendants, with an air of experience and a confident bearing. She was certainly the sexiest 50-something flight attendant I had ever seen, and the striking grey hair made her even more appealing to me.

About an hour into the flight Flora came by to ask my drink order. I told her I’d taken a bourbon on the rocks. As she made her way back to the galley, the plane suddenly hit some turbulence, sending her hip into my shoulder. As she bumped and I grabbed her midriff to keep her from tumbling over I noticed her perfume, spicy and intoxicating. She apologized for bumping into me but I laughed it off. Nothing could’ve pleased me more than having her body so close to mine, and my mind started to race with all kinds of fantasies about what she looked like behind the mask and free of her uniform. When she came back with my drink, my cock had gotten rock hard as my mind wandered, and though I quickly pulled out a magazine to cover my embarrassment I’m sure she noticed, though it was impossible to tell her expression behind her mask.

As the flight wore on I drifted in and out of sleep. Truth be told I was dreading the long trip to Sydney and would happily have agreed to stop in LA. This became a real possibility as I checked on my connecting flight. Due to terrible weather over the Pacific, my incoming plane had been delayed and there was a very real chance that I might need to stay in LA overnight and try again the following day. I also started to notice Flora whispering into the ears of her colleagues, laughing, and looking my way from time to time - or was I just imagining things?

Eventually we touched down in LA and I found out that yes, in fact, my flight to Sydney had been canceled. As I was booking a new flight for the following day, I saw Flora and her crew make their way through the terminal. As they walked past, Flora stopped and said to me, “I hope your plans haven’t been ruined. If you’re staying overnight in LA you could do worse than the Hyatt. We’re on a one day layover there. And sorry again for falling into you. Or should I even be apologizing? I couldn’t help but notice your reaction.” With that Flora, Eva and Kirsten continued on their way. And I started to feel my cock tingle in anticipation.

I quickly booked a room at the Hyatt, showered off and lay down on my bed, lazily surfing the channels on TV and thinking about stroking one out. But just as I started lubing up I heard a knock at the door. Wrapping my robe around myself to conceal my massive erecting, I walked over to the door and peered through the peephole. It was Flora, this time maskless. If her eyes were like two crystals then her mouth was like a magnificent, voluptuous ruby. She had applied bright red lipstick to her full, plush lips and there was something about the way her mouth curled up at the side that I found irresistible. The idea of having those lips wrapped around my cock made my rod spring free from my bathrobe. “Matt, I hope you don’t mind but I managed to get your hotel coordinates. Why don’t you come on down to my room 1132 and we can have a few cocktails with my colleagues Eva and Kirsten. They are a ton of fun, I promise!” Nervously stumbling over my words I stuttered, “Uh yeah that would be great. I’ll be down in 5 minutes.”

Flora turned and walked back down the hall and I could see that she too had changed into her bathrobe. I was intrigued about what was underneath.

Gathering my thoughts, I brushed my teeth and checked myself in the mirror. My beard and hair had gone mostly grey but I was in good shape for a man my age and had always been proud of my “equipment.” Grabbing my room key card and a bottle of scotch I had bought on my way over to the hotel, I closed the door behind me and headed down to 1132, at the end of the hallway. I could hear some deep house music coming from inside the room and the muffled laughter of the three women. Knocking softly, I steeled myself for an interesting evening.

Flora opened the door and stood in front of me free of her bathrobe. She wore a sage green ensemble consisting of a lacy bra through which I could see the faint outline of her broad nipples. She had clearly been spending some time by the pool, as her skin was tanned olive. Her breasts were large but not saggy. I had to do everything in my power from just staring at them and burying my head in her cleavage. In addition to the bra she wore a garter belt and stockings in the same light green, which complemented her beautiful skin and firm midriff. She clearly spent time in the gym. Her legs were muscular but feminine. On her feet she wore a pair of cream colored heels with a strap. But what I noticed most of all was the little triangle of neatly trimmed grey pubic hair right above her pussy, which she left exposed. Looking her up and down I could feel pre-cum start to seep from my shaft, which was pushing the robe to its limits and struggling to escape from my briefs as it grew in size.

Flora let out a huge laugh from her ruby red mouth. “What did I tell you guys? This one is ready to burst!!” I laughed nervously in return and peered over her shoulder to see Eva and Kirsten who sat on the sofa inside the large suite. Flora invited me inside as I started to wonder if I’d bitten off more than I could chew. I handed the bottle of booze to Flora, which she went to open at the wet bar, pouring us each a glass. On the sofa, Eva was dressed in a black lace bodysuit that accentuated her tight petite figure. She’d put her hair up in a tight ponytail. Sitting sideways as she was I could make out a snake tattoo on her right ass cheek. Though small in frame, she had an ample ass that the bodysuit’s thong showed off to great effect. Her legs were deep caramel colored and looked like those of a dancer. I could imagine her dancing salsa or a tango and wowing people with her body. Her large eyes met mine though she didn’t utter a word.

Kirsten sat on the other end of the sofa in a blue cutaway corset and panties. Her pert, milky white breasts spilled out the top of the corset, showcasing her fair skin and light pink nipples on mid-sized breasts, which sat up proudly. She had let her blond hair down and it fell in little cascades over her shoulders and onto her chest. Like Eva, she don’t say a word but just looked me up and down.

Approaching us with the whiskeys on a tray, Flora explained to me: “These girls are under my tutelage. I’ve been a flight attendant for 20 years and it’s a great lifestyle that gives you lots of freedom, but too many of these girls want to get tied down with kids and husbands. Why? There is no job in the world that gives you more freedom to go where you like and fuck who you like as much as possible. My pussy has been almost every place on earth and I want to make sure we continue that tradition. So I have taken these girls under my wing and started to teach them what I know: how to identify a good cock, how to eat pussy, the art of a good messy blowjob, and why a good pegging drives men crazy though few would like to admit it.”

Flora approached me as I stood in front of the sofa and undid the knot on my bathrobe. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” As the bathrobe tumbled to the floor I looked down at my cock, which had poked a good three to four inches out the top of my briefs, which were absolutely drenched in pre-cum. “Eva,” said Flora. “Let’s start with the blowjob.” On cue, Eva slid down off the sofa and ran her tongue across the front of my briefs, lapping up the sticky ooze. Then she ran it along the exposed part of my shaft and up to my circumcised head. Grabbing it with her right hand, she used her left to pull my bikini briefs to the floor, allowing my rod to bounce free. “That looks like a good eight inches!” Flora said. “Easy work for you, Eva.” At that, Eva opened her lips and took a good portion of my cock into her mouth, then pulled out and ran her tongue along my shaft and up to my sack, which I liked to keep shaven. Continuing to pump on my organ with her hand, she took one ball into her mouth then the other. As her saliva started to flow, she spit on my sack and continued to work it with her tongue. I was starting to feel the cum welling up inside me but was determined to hold my load as long as possible. I knew the night was still young.

After working on my balls and shaft base while she pistoned her hand over my veiny member, she moved back up the glans again, running her tongue along the edge. She then worked up a job of saliva on her pink tongue, which she showed to me, mixed in with my man fluids. Spitting it back out on my rod she went all in, taking nearly my whole rod in a single swallow and triggering her gag instinct. After a deep breath she went back in again, this time taking all of me inside her. I could feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat and grabbed her by the ponytail to save the feeling for a good 5-10 seconds. Staring up to me with her big brown eyes, she withdrew and took me in again. I could feel the base of my cock up against her chin as my swollen balls slapped against her neck and streams of cum-laden saliva dripped from her lips. After a few more minutes I could take it no longer. Grabbing her head and pushing it up against me I yelled out “Holy fuck!” and released 5-6 massive pulses of semen deep into her throat.

Eva pulled back, her teeth scraping along my cock, as she sucked every little bit of fluid out of me. I collapsed onto the sofa as Eva rolled over on top of me, sticking out her tongue to display a massive lake of juicy come. Walking over to her with a glass in hand, Flora commanded: “Spit it out!” Eva did as she was told and filled up the glass with about 5 teaspoons of ivory liquid. “What’s that for?” I asked. “You’re gonna drink it when we’re all done tonight,” Flora explained.

I’d experimented drinking my own cum before but never very much. The idea of gobbling down a sizable brew of semen and saliva was both thrilling and off-putting. But, I rationalized, women swallow all the time. Why not me?

As I recovered on the sofa, Flora approached Kirsten and said, “Let’s show Matt how to treat a pussy.” Taking Kirsten by the hand, Flora led her over to the nearby bed and lay back against the pillows. “This girl has the Scandinavian touch,” said Flora. I moved to a nearby chair to observe. As Flora bent her knees and opened her legs, she exposed her glorious shaven vagina, with full pink lips that curled around sinuously and the little flap of skin at top that hid her clitoris. Grabbing a bottle of oil from the nightstand, Kirsten poured it over Flora’s pubis as well as her hands. Then she began to massage the area around Flora’s cunt, starting with the inner thighs and lower stomach and working her finger down toward the taint, which she drew her fingers over delicately. Flora lay back on the pillow with her head turned and eyes closed, writhing and adjusting her body to get the maximum sensation from Kirsten’s nimble fingers. Finally, Flora guided Kirsten’s hand into her vagina, sliding her fingers along, in and out of the opening but avoiding the clitoris for now. Flora moaned and arched her back. I could see fluid running from Flora’s pussy down onto the bed. As Kirsten continued to work her magic, Flora rolled over onto her side and buried her face in a pillow, exposing her cunt from behind, glistening and wet. Turning Flora over so she was on all fours, Kirsten poured a stream of oil down Flora’s ass crack, plunging her fingers into the tight hole. As it began to loosen, she inserted her fingers, first one then two and finally three. “Oh fuck!” Flora cried. “That feels so good.”

Plunging her face nose deep into Flora’s ass, Kirsten rimmed her teacher out until she let out a deep moan and dripped a stream of sticky liquid onto the sheets.

Finally, Flora could wait no more and rolled on her back again, with her legs around her student. “Play with my clit,” she said. Lifting the little flap of skin at the top of her sex, Kirsten began by gently rubbing Flora’s knob in small circles. As Flora writhed in ecstasy on the bed, saying “Oh god that’s so good!” Kirsten buried her blonde head between Flora’s legs and began flicking her tongue around the clit, increasing then decreasing the intensity until Flora clamped her legs tightly around Kirsten’s head and wouldn’t let her go for a full minute. Finally, exhausted, Flora rolled over on her side while Kirsten licked Flora’s pussy juices off the soaking sheets.

All I could do was sit there and admire the skill. My cock, which had seemed spent after the bout of cocksucking with Eva, was suddenly erect again. Unbeknownst to me, Eva had been off to the side during Kirsten and Flora’s pussy eating. After unsnapping the crotch of her bodysuit, she slid a long, veiny dildo in and out of her clean little snatch, with its tiny wisp of jet black hair setting off the dark skin of her labia.

We were all silent for a few minutes until I let out a laugh. “This has turned into quite the interesting layover,” I said. Flora responded, “We’re just getting started with you. Have you ever been pegged before?” The answer was no, but it’s something that I’d thought about over and over again and deep in my soul I thought I owed it to myself to experience real anal pleasure. Frankly, the very idea of a woman giving me a full out ass fucking drove me wild. And if that woman could be a sex master like Flora it would be a dream come true.

I answered Flora, “No, I haven’t but I would love to be.” Flora responded, “I knew you had a submissive little bitch in you. Come over here and let me see that cock. Weighing it in her hand and flicking it with her fingers, she said: “It’s pretty good but I think we can get more out of it than what you produced earlier. Eva get me that box of toys from the dresser.” Eva came back with a large bin full of sex toys of various types. Searching through the jumble of items, Flora pulled out a black silicone ring that she slid down over my erect cock, all the way down to the base, where it felt pleasingly tight.

“Roll over,” she commanded. Taking a cord from the box she bound it around my hands and then tied it tight to the bed’s headboard. “Spread you legs and get that ass in the air,” she said. I did as commanded. Behind me I could hear Flora, Eva and Kirsten selecting and putting on strap-on harnesses. “We’re gonna start you small and then go big,” she said “I don’t want to destroy your asshole. Not yet anyway!” she laughed.

I felt a warm stream between my ass cheeks as Kirsten lined up behind me and poured oil on my virgin hole. Starting with a finger, she began working a circle around my ass, then applying gentle pressure to make my hole yield, first inserting one knuckle then two. Kirsten took her time and I could feel my initial sense of anxiety giving way to allowing myself to feel pleasure. Finally she worked several fingers into my ass, withdrew them and lined the top of a modest-sized dildo up against my anus. Working the head in very gently, she added more lube. I could feel my canal start to ease as she slowly slid in further, filling me with a sensation I hadn’t felt before, despite a few bad attempts at ass play while masturbating. I’d often fantasized about being ass fucked by other dudes but had never acted on it because I was too chickenshit. But if this was anything like being filled with a real pulsing cock maybe I needed to reconsider. As Kirsten got the full length inside of me she lifted one leg up on the bed to get a better angle and go deeper. I could feel my ass ring nerve endings pulsing and there was a long trail of pre-cum dripping from the end of my cock, but the ring was keeping me from a big explosion. I was just enjoying the rhythm and the feeling of being dominated.

After 10 minutes or so, Kirsten withdrew and lay next to me on the bed, pulling off he strap-on, lowering her panties and starting to stroke her clean shaven little pussy. In her place behind me came Eva. Despite being small, Eva could handle a large cock and had selected a slightly wider dildo than Kirsten had. I looked back over my shoulder at her, somewhat unsure that I could actually take in 8 inches, but Eva moved closer, slid in and started sliding the rod in and out of me. I could feel the ridges and veins on the side of the cock as she pumped away. Like Kirsten she adjusted herself to get maximum thrust and had me spread as wide as could be, with the base of her shaft up against the very edge of my asshole. I felt as though I might not be able to hold on longer. The trickle of pre-cum had become a steady stream, but the cock ring was helping to keep me from going over the edge. Finally, Eva gave one huge thrust and then withdrew, and as I felt the cock veins slide back out I could sense that my prostate was about to explode.

Last but not least, Flora approached me, sporting the largest strap on of the three. With that magnificent cock sticking out, she gave a lascivious laugh and said, “OK you asked for it.” She had spent 20 years on the road living her life and enjoying the pleasures of sex in all its various forms. I felt privileged to have this grey haired goddess plunging into me and opening new horizons. After a few strokes half way up the 12 inch dildo, she gripped me around the waist and with a laugh shoved herself all the way up inside me. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I felt my ass expanding to its full capacity. The inexhaustible Flora continued to plunge in and out of my hole for the next ten minutes as I buried my head in a pillow and let the sensation wash over me. Finally, Flora pulled out one last time. Untying my hands, she turned me around on the bed as she, Eva and Kirsten all lined up in front of me. Getting up on my knees, I removed the cock ring, stroked my raging member and unleashed a torrent of cum on all three of the women. Wave after wave of semen splashed across their faces. Taking their fingers, they lapped up every drop, collected it in their tongues and then spit into the glass we had used earlier, which now was about half full with milky white liquid. Holding my head in one hand and the glass in the other, Flora poured the contents into my open mouth. I washed it around inside me, savoring its saltiness. Taking my index finger I gathered up the last few drops and swallowed it all down.

Flora, Eva, Kirsten and I spent the next day together at the hotel, pleasuring each other in various combinations until we were totally spent and digging deep into Flora’s toy box. We exchanged numbers and now I will go out of my way to book flights that offer me a chance to spend time with them, sadly not often enough.

I eventually made it to Sydney but remember almost nothing from my visit.