Mile High Risk

The red-eye from JFK to LAX was already three hours behind schedule, turbulence rattling the cabin like a bad hangover. Most passengers had finally dozed off under dimmed lights, blankets pulled high. I sat in the cockpit jump seat, heart still pounding from the latest pocket of rough air, when the door clicked open.

“机长，”她低声说道，微微凑近，让我能捕捉到她香水混着咖啡的淡淡气息。埃琳娜，我们的乘务长。二十九岁，精明得要命，身材曲线让那身制服看起来简直不合法。“今晚头等舱完全没人。一个升舱的都没有。”

Her eyes locked on mine. The message was clear.

"Give me two minutes," I muttered, voice low. "Then head back there. Lock the divider curtain."

她咬着嘴唇，点了一下头，然后溜走了。光是想着这事，我的鸡巴就已经半硬了。在自家飞机上怕被发现的恐惧让一切都变得更刺激、更火热。只要发出一点不该有的声音，整个机组就都会知道。

I waited exactly two minutes, then told my co-pilot I was doing a quick cabin check. My palms were sweaty as I moved through the dimly lit economy section, past rows of snoring passengers. The first-class divider curtain was pulled tight. I slid it aside just enough to slip through and sealed it again.

Elena was waiting in the last row of first class, seatbelt already unbuckled. The cabin was dark except for the faint glow of reading lights. She stood up slowly, uniform skirt hugging her hips.

"You sure about this?" I asked, voice barely above a breath as I stepped close. Our bodies were inches apart.

"闭嘴，在我失去勇气之前吻我，"她低声回应，抓住我的领带把我拉下来。

我们的嘴唇猛烈地撞在一起，炽热而急切。她的舌头滑过我的舌头，我的双手顺着她的背往下游走，隔着紧身裙揉捏她的臀部。她在我嘴里轻轻呻吟，那声音震得我全身发麻。

"God, I've wanted this for months," she breathed against my lips, breaking the kiss just enough to speak. "Every time you look at me during the safety demo... fuck."

I spun her around, pressing her against the bulkhead between the seats. My hands slid up her thighs, hiking her skirt up around her waist. No pantyhose tonight—just smooth skin and a tiny black thong that I yanked aside.

"天哪，你已经湿透了，"我在她耳边低吼，手指滑过她湿滑的阴唇。她的阴蒂肿胀着，渴求着。我绕着它画着紧密的圈，她喘着气，向后顶着我。

"Captain... please. I need your cock. Now."

肾上腺素飙升得疯狂。飞机的每一次吱嘎声，远处呼叫按钮的每一次叮当声，都让我的心跳得更猛烈。我们可能会被解雇。或者更糟。但那只会让我更硬。

I unzipped my uniform pants, freeing my throbbing cock. It sprang out heavy and leaking. Elena reached back, wrapped her fingers around it, and stroked once, twice, spreading my precum.

"插进来，"她用颤抖的低语乞求道。"在云端之上操我，就像我是为你而生的下贱荡妇。"

I lined up and thrust forward in one smooth motion, burying myself balls-deep in her tight, wet pussy. She cried out softly, then bit her own arm to stay quiet. The heat of her clenched around me like a vice.

"Oh fuck... you're so big," she panted. "Harder. Don't be gentle."

我抓住她的臀部，开始从后面猛力抽插，皮肤拍打的湿响几乎被引擎的嗡鸣盖过。每一下抽插，她的小穴都发出淫靡的水声。我伸手绕到前面再次揉她的阴蒂，感到她在颤抖。

"Right there... yes, Captain, fuck my pussy just like that," she moaned, voice breaking. Her inner walls fluttered around my cock, squeezing me tighter with every stroke.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. Her scent filled the cabin—musky arousal and that damn perfume. I leaned in, biting the side of her neck gently while I drove deeper.

"You're gonna make me cum," she gasped suddenly, her voice rising in pitch. "I'm so close... don't stop..."

I felt her pussy start to pulse. Her legs shook. I clamped a hand over her mouth just as she came hard, her muffled scream vibrating against my palm. Her juices gushed around my cock, soaking my balls and the leather seat below us.

The feeling of her spasming pushed me over the edge. I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, pumping thick ropes of cum deep inside her clenching pussy. "Fuck, Elena... take it all," I groaned through gritted teeth.

We stayed locked together, panting, trembling. My cock twitched inside her as the last spurts leaked out. Slowly, I pulled back, watching a thick trail of our mixed cum drip down her thigh.

She turned, eyes glassy, a wicked little smile on her flushed face. "That was insane," she whispered, fixing her skirt while I tucked myself away. "Next delay... we do the lavatory?"

I laughed under my breath, heart still racing. "You're going to get us both grounded."

"Worth it," she said, stealing one last quick kiss before slipping back through the curtain.

I waited thirty seconds, then followed, the taste of her still on my lips and the sticky evidence of what we'd done cooling in my boxers. The rest of the flight felt electric. Every time she walked past the cockpit door, our eyes met with that secret, dirty knowledge.

By the time we landed in LAX, I was already counting down the hours until our next red-eye.