Coffee, Tea or Him

Megan Hussey

As a veteran pilot, Capt. Stella Marin finds nothing more thrilling than the experience of flight; that is until she meets Joshua Pike, a gorgeous young flight attendant who stops at nothing to entice and seduce her. Soon the two are enjoying an affair that flies them to new heights of ecstasy.

“I’ll say this one more time. The steward stays.”

Seated in the cockpit of a sleek ivory 747, Capt. Stella Marin stared out a clear-planed window at the vision of a Florida morning; an ebullient panorama of golden sun, azure sky and tall, swaying palms.

Yet even this picturesque vision, one that surrounded the clear open runaway at Clearview Municipal Airport, did little to quell the rising agitation that gripped her heart and soul.

“If he goes,” she told Ronald Freeman, owner and executive director of the small city airport in this coastal, tropical community, “I go.”

Ronald sighed.

“Stella, you’ve been my top pilot at this airport for nearly 20 years,” he insisted. “Why would you put your career on the line for some twenty something male bimbo?”

“Precisely because he’s not a male bimbo,” Stella replied, fingernails dipping into the arm of her cushioned, gem blue pilot’s seat. “He’s bright, friendly, great with our passengers...what do our other flight attendants have that he doesn’t?”

She gritted her teeth at the sound of the low, snarky laughter that met her innocent question.

“Boobs, Stella. That’s what he lacks,” Ronald replied, tone dripping with sarcasm. “Most of our customers are middle-aged male executives who want some eye candy with their coffee and tea.”

“And if they ogle, touch, or in any way harass the stewardesses, they’ll be escorted off of the plane,” Stella interrupted, adding with a broad smile, “Perhaps midair, during the flight. Listen Ronald, when you first interviewed me for my position at your airline, you pretty much admitted that you were loath to hire anyone with...” she paused here, taking a short, self-conscious glance down the length of her rubenesque form, “...boobs. Now, however, you seem to regard me as your best, most experienced pilot. Doesn’t Joshua deserve the same chance?”

A long, uncomfortable silence filled the line between them; one followed by a distinct but faintly spoken, “OK, fine.”

Grinning in triumph, Stella threw aside her metallic silver phone and swiveled in her seat; coming face to face with the subject of their conversation.

And never had she seen anything more beautiful. Tall and muscular, Joshua Pike boasted a mane of long golden hair that fell well past his bulging shoulders; framing a carved, sculpted face and gem blue eyes.

Eyes now filled with undeniable affection as he strode with quick steps into the cockpit.

“You, Capt. Marin, are an incredible woman,” his voice soft and reverent as he came to stand before her. “You just saved my job.”

Tearing her gaze from his gorgeous form, Stella shrugged nonchalantly as she turned to face her pilot’s control panel; a set of dials, gauges and wheels that allowed her to fly and navigate her plane.

“You saved your job, Joshua, by being damned good at it,” she said over her shoulder.

A shoulder now touched by the strong, sturdy hand of her favorite flight attendant.

“You saved the same job that you hired me for two years ago,” he reminded her, rubbing her sturdy, tension-wrought shoulder with a loving, attentive hand. “I owe you everything, Stella.”

Swiveling her chair around until their gazes locked, Joshua leaned over her chair; erasing all distance between them as the smooth tendrils of his long blond hair fell soft against her chest.

“I can’t count the number of times that you’ve helped me out, Stella - the things that you’ve taught me,” he stared deep into her eyes, adding with a catlike grin, “Now the only question is, what can I do to repay you?”

He said these words with the subtle flex of his broad, muscular chest; his muscles straining the threads of his smooth scarlet jacket that defined his work uniform.

“I’d do anything for you, darling,” he whispered, shifting his trim hips ever so slightly as he pinned her with a seductive gaze. “Just name it. I’m completely and totally at your disposal.”

Stella shrugged.

“Um, maybe you could spare the decaf this flight and bring me some full throttle coffee,” she offered, straining to hear her rather lame suggestions over the pounding of her own heart. “Or perhaps you could just say it with flowers.”

Joshua pursed his perfect lips, reaching his hand forward to sooth the messy strands of her short dark hair.

“Well, flowers are OK - but I have the feeling that we could think of something more exciting,” he stroked this last word with a velvet tongue as he moved closer to her. “I’d far rather say it with sex.”

Swooping inward with a smooth flourish, Joshua seized Stella’s lips in a hot, passionate kiss; his full, soft mouth devouring hers as their tongues entangled.

His hands continued to massage her shoulders as he kissed her senseless; his lips smacking wild against hers as his tongue lapped her mouth.

Leaning into his kiss, the pilot ran her hands through the smooth golden hair she’d envied so long; then lowering to canvas the surface of his chest and his hard, smooth abs.

“Now then,” Joshua growled against her lips, writhing and undulating beneath the effects of her bare, hungry touch. “Isn’t this even more exhilarating than full throttle coffee - and even more romantic and sexy than a bouquet?”

His grin dissolved seconds later as his lover pulled away from him; straightening in her seat as she once again turned to face her control panel.

“This is madness,” she muttered, more to herself than to a watching Joshua. “I’m a 41-year-old woman with a live in boyfriend and a job to do. Our flight takes off in 20 minutes - my passengers and my co-pilot should be here any time.”

Joshua chuckled.

“Honey, I could care less about your boyfriend,” he assured her, again leaning forward to rub her staunch shoulders as he whispered in her ear. “You’re away from home so much, I don’t see how there’s any way he could be meeting all of your needs. I think you need some action on the side.”

Straightening suddenly to his impressive height, the steward threw a teasing grin over his shoulder as he exited the cockpit.

“I know you’ve always said, Stella, that there’s no greater feeling than launching a plane high into the sky,” he purred, adding in a silken whisper, “I say I can prove you wrong.”

These words echoed through Stella’s mind an hour later, as her prized airplane soared smooth and effortless through a clear Florida sky.

She and co-pilot Tom Sturgis, a distinguished gent in his mid-50s, watched with contentment as their plane rose higher in the sky; immersing itself in billowy clouds of pure, sweet ivory.

Yet even this majestic vision failed to quell the raw desire that seized her whole; to still the pounding of the heart and clit that blazed with desire.

And when she heard the deep, smooth voice of the man who ignited this feeling, this blinding yearning, she knew she was about to lose control.

“Captain, now that we’re in the air and flying smoothly, I really need to speak to you about a matter that requires your full attention,” Joshua’s voice resounded loud and clear over the cockpit speaker. “Could Tom take the wheel for just a few minutes?”

After getting a nod of confirmation from her unsuspecting co-pilot, Stella rose from her seat and cleared the cockpit in a few quick strides; passing rows of drowsy, contented passengers as she made her way to the back of the plane.

With trembling fingers she drew back the long velvet curtain that separated the steward’s station from the rest of the plane; thus giving her access to the small, confined area that housed a beverage cart and two comfy seats.

“OK Joshua,” she scoffed, pulling the curtain shut behind her. “What is so blasted important that it couldn’t wait until after the flight?”

Her question was answered seconds later, as she saw a sight that stole her breath.

Carrying a beverage tray that bore on its surface a single cup of jet black coffee, Joshua tipped the smart red cap that denoted his status as an airline steward.

“Apart from the hat, though, I have to allege that he’s breaking the uniform code,” Stella mused vaguely, “seeing that, aside from the cap, he’s wearing nothing at all.”

His scarlet-hued suit, as a matter of fact, lay in a pool by his feet; having been removed to reveal a statuesque form that glowed in its sheen of pure bronzed splendor.

Letting loose with a low, smooth whistle that brought a smile to her steward’s face, Stella’s gaze roamed wild across his smooth, bulging chest and down the surface of his chiseled abs; resting finally on the long, hard shaft that seemed to salute her arrival.

“Have a seat, Captain,” Joshua tossed the strands of his golden hair in a graceful flourish, gesturing as he did toward a cushy chair that flanked the steward’s cabin, “and allow your steward to serve you.”

Immediately Stella plopped down in the chair; watching hypnotized as her handsome steward set aside the tray and dropped to his knees before her.

“Just relax and let me please you,” Joshua breathed, leaning downward to kiss her tired feet and free them from the confines of the pantyhose that covered them.

Tossing her hose atop the pile of clothes that lay in a mass beside the captain’s chair, Joshua licked his way up her sturdy legs as he rubbed and massaged her buxom thighs.

Finally arriving at their juncture, he tossed his head forward until the strands of his hair encircled her thick waist; leaning inward as he lifted her skirt high above her knees.

“I’m going to make you fly.”

With this whispered declaration he grabbed the border of her underwear between smiling white teeth; dragging them down her legs before returning to lick open her closed feminine folds.

Stella let loose with a long, sharp sigh as he fixed his warm, full lips around her throbbing clit; kissing and suckling her throbbing nub as she moaned her approval.

Leaning his golden head inward, the strands of Joshua’s flaxen hair rubbed against her thighs as he continued to lick and nip her nub; his hands shifting to massage her full behind as his head bobbed up and down to intensify the pressure.

Stella gasped moments later as their smooth, steady flight erupted in a bit of turbulence; the slight shake and tremble of the plane beneath them adding to and enhancing their friction. She slammed her hips forward and filled his mouth with the core of her femininity; throwing her head back as her nipples hardened and their hands joined between them.

With a last resounding lick Joshua sent her over the edge of an incredible climax; one that, true to his promise, sending her body flying into the realm of ecstasy - sweating and pulsating from head to toe as she fell forward into his arms.

She felt the gentle motion of the plane moving beneath her as he laid her body across the whisper soft carpet that cushioned her ride.

“I’m at your command, Captain,” he whispered soft and sweet, planting tender baby kisses down her neck as his body covered hers. “I want only to bring you your greatest pleasure.”

He stripped off her confining dress and buried his head in her breasts; kissing and licking her rock hard nipples as he settled himself between her legs. Soon they lay naked in one another’s embrace, their arms and legs entangling as their lips also joined in a hot, binding kiss.

Stella opened her arms wide to indulge herself in all things Joshua; her voluptuous breasts crushing his chest as her legs encircled his waist.

“Ooooh, you’re so wet,” he whispered against her lips, his trim hips gyrating against hers as his long, hard cock surged wild between them. “I can tell you want me just as much as I want you.”

“I’ve always wanted you,” Stella admitted on a sigh, kissing the planes of his sculpted cheeks as her hands roamed downward to cup her perfect ass. “And now my fantasy is about to come true.”

“Just as mine will,” he released on a heated whisper, plunging his long, hard shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy. “I have to have you now!”

Their hips found a smooth, easy rhythm as they joined in a heated tango; matching the movement of the plane beneath them as they sank in one another’s arms.

Even as Joshua continued to probe and penetrate his lover, he cradled Stella in his muscled arms and kissed her soft pink lips; rubbing the strained muscles of her back and shoulders as his cock surged forth to her very core.

“This is what you need, baby,” he whispered, their thighs locking as his sculpted abs flexed wild with passion. “Someone to take care of you, to tend to your every need - that, after all, is the job of a flight attendant.”

“And the job of a pilot is to take control,” Stella growled in return, dragging her fingernails down his planed back as her legs tightened around his waist.

Throwing his head back as he felt the plane surge upward into the sky, Joshua also felt himself fly fully erect as he surged forth toward Stella’s core; finally and fully exploding within her as their lips collided in a powerful kiss.

Moments later the couple exploded in the heat of an explosive orgasm; one that shook them to the core as they restrained themselves from screaming their ecstasy.

They could not restrain themselves from collapsing together as their bodies reveled in the gentle rhythm of a smooth plane ride - and in the warm cocoon of one another’s arms.