I made my way to the airport, and as always, it was packed like crazy. Luckily I was able to immediately join the line when I got there. There were about half a dozen people in front of me, and after nearly an hour, that doubled, as most of the people were holding the spot for others in their family. I showed my passport and ticket itinerary to the beautiful attendant. Why is it that Ukraine has some of the most beautiful women in the world? They are all about 170cm and weigh about 55kg. All except the most elderly ladies have at least shoulder length hair, while some have hair down to the small of their back.
She checked my luggage and then printed my ticket and directed me to security. The line was fairly short, considering they had approximately eight check ins for three different flights all leaving around the same time. Within fifteen minutes, I was at the security gate, taking off my belt and emptying my pockets. They asked about my phone and computer, but I didn’t bring my laptop with me. A phone is usually good enough to check the internet while I’m here plus it allows me to communicate with the ladies. They used their wand on me to ensure I was safe, and then I was allowed to continue.
I found a seat in the waiting areas. Their gate doors were all on the same level but I sat in the area where my flight was scheduled to exit through. Pulling my phone from my briefcase, I texted my Diana a quick message, saying thanks for such a great time and that I’d love to see her and Nadya again when I return in a few months. About ten minutes later I got her reply message. Cryptically it read ‘be careful what you wish for.’ I smiled then turned off my phone. I had a long trip ahead of me and wanted to conserve the battery. It seems that the more advanced the phones get, the shorter their batter life lasts.
Finally I heard them announcing the flight. I got in line and waited my turn. I showed my passport and airline ticket to the lady and then walked out to the bus. It was already getting crowded by the time I got aboard. I smiled at a few of the ladies, as it was clear they were of Ukrainian heritage yet were now American wives. Most had maintained their slender figures, and all had not forgotten to look their best when out in public. I think that is why I love these ladies the most. The bus took off, and the force caused all of us hanging on to nearly lose our balance. One of the ladies near me bumped into me and touched my groin area by mistake. I just smiled even more as she apologized. I told her no problem in reply.
We circled our plane, and then the bus stopped. The doors opened once again and everyone got in line to board the plane. The flight attendant on the ground allowed about 10 people at a time on the stairs and into the plane. Then she’d have us pause, as those she’d allowed up were entering the plane. Then she continued with another ten passengers. As I walked onto the plane, a beautiful long haired leggy blonde was greeting everyone. We locked eyes. It was Nadya. She smiled as did I.
“I didn’t realize you were a flight attendant,” I said to her.
She smiled and replied “yes, John. I will be with you until Warsaw. And then I have a surprise for you. But I’ll tell you about it during the flight. Please take your İstanbul Escort seat now.”
‘Oh my God’ I thought. ‘I wonder what she meant by that’. I found my seat. I tossed the briefcase up top and got my seatbelt ready to be buckled. I usually wait, because inevitably the last person on the flight is sitting next to me near the window. Sure enough, my luck held and beautiful Ukrainian MILF took asked for my pardon, as she took the outside seat. Long strawberry blonde straight hair with bangs, and the brightest green eyes I’d seen in a while. She’d dyed the tips of her hair blonde and that color faded into the red near her shoulders. I helped her with her bag, and found just enough room for it after I moved my personal luggage. She thanked me, and I said “Anything for a beautiful lady.”
She seemed appreciative of the gesture but went back to fiddling with her phone. Minutes later, Nadya performed the safety briefing and after the captain announced our departure, we started rolling down the runway. Minutes later, we were in the air and my ears were popping from the change in altitude.
Since the flight to Warsaw was only approximately two hours, the airline didn’t offer any drinks or snack. However, Nadya did walk down to aisle to see if she could help anyone. Lucky for me, most of them were trying to catch a nap on a lazy Sunday afternoon. That just left more time for us. She leaned down, her long blonde hair falling on my face and she said “Come with me, sir.”
I had my seatbelt off quicker than a democrat tries to steal an election. She led the way to the back and we talked for a while near the toilet. She was making small talk with me, although I was trying to thank her for such a wonderful evening Saturday night. Before I knew it, she opened the bathroom door, shoved me inside, then came in, closing the door behind her.
Her lips were locked on mine before we could even get the door closed completely. And her hands were unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. She dropped to her knees and had my cock in her mouth, sucking on it like she had the previous evening. God she was good. It didn’t take long until I was hard as a rock. My hands were on the back of her head, helping her take all of my salami in her oral cavity. I even forced her to deep throat me and I could hear her gurgle as she struggled for air. She gasped for air and her spit had coated my dick. Some even dripped down to the interior floor.
“Quickly” Nadya said, as she stood up and turned around. “We don’t have much time.” She had on dark navy blue stockings matching her uniform, and just beneath her skirt, she shifted her G-string micro-panties to allow my penis to penetrate her tight hairless pussy. Against the sink she angled her body, and I was able to thrust into her tight hole from the remaining tight area of the bathroom. I had my hands under her skirt and on the sides of her ass. She felt perfect.
We gyrated in unison, and the thrill of joining the mile high club was something I’d always wanted to do. She pushed back hard against my pelvis, and we rocked each other’s world until I blew my load deep inside of her. She grabbed some toilet paper and quickly cleaned our mess. Kissing me once more on the lips, we left the Kadıköy Escort bathroom.
We each had a shit-eating grin on our faces as she walked me back to my seat. The gorgeous red headed MILF started talking to her in Russian, as I took my seat. Then, they started to laugh with each other. The red head stood up and hugged Nadya. Before I knew it, Nadya was introducing me to Dasha, this beautiful lady more in line with the age gap I was use to dating.
It turned out that Dasha was also heading back to NYC and we’d be on the same second leg of the journey. ‘Awesome’ I thought. Nadya and her continued to talk rapidly in Russian and I was really too exhausted to follow the conversation, so I just relaxed in my seat. Minutes later, they’d finished their talk and Dasha started talking to me instead.
It turns out that Dasha had flown home to Ukraine to get away from her abusive husband. He’d cheated on her and literally treated her like shit. Of course, he was one of those fat cats from wall street who thought everything could be bought and sold, like a piece of meat. He didn’t realize the gem of a lady he had and she was seriously thinking her second marriage would end in divorce like her first one did. Turns out her husband was on marriage number five. Sounds like he never learned how to treat a lady in all his years on Earth.
We continued to talk for the next hour. The plane descended and then landed in Warsaw. I helped her with her baggage and I took mine. We left the plane and took the path at Chopin International Airport to avoid customs and immediately access the gate to NYC-JFK. I asked if she was thirst, since we’d not gotten anything to drink, and she took me up on my offer. We still had two and a half hours before the flight home would start boarded, so we sat and had a drink at the airport bar. She ordered a fruity wine spritzer and I told the waitress to make it two.
After an hour of her fleshing out the details of her worthless rich husband, she told me about the latest woman he’d cheated with. Turns out ‘she’ was a tranny prostitute. She was devastated. How could she compete against a dude with tits that could peg her husband in return with a real prick? My heart went out to Dasha, but I offered her a solution.
“Have you thought about a revenge fuck?” I asked.
“Yes, but I don’t want to do it with anyone I know in my inner circle, because I don’t want that guilt hanging over me. And I don’t know any stranger that I’d feel comfortable with. That is, until you. Nadya and my daughter went to school together in Kharkiv. It’s such a small world. And we quickly talked about my failing marriage and she suggested you, John.”
‘Oh my God’ I thought. ‘She wants to fuck me as a revenge fuck against this jackass?’ I looked her in the eyes, and said “I’d be honored to make you feel like the beautiful woman you are, Dasha. Shall we finish our drinks and then you can head to the restroom just around the corner. Check to see if it’s empty, and then pop out. I’ll be there and we can use that space. What do you think?”
She sheepishly shook her head. We both downed the rest of our drink, and she stood up and walked around the corner. Luckily this end of the airport was barren of most people, Ataşehir Escort so the ladies restroom should be empty. About thirty seconds after she left, I gathered my briefcase and followed her. Just as I arrived, she was popping her head out of the water closet. “Clear” she said excitedly, as she pushed the door open wider.
I quickly entered and before the door could close we were kissing. Damn she was good. Lips, tongue, and hands on the back of my head. We entered a large stall, and she signaled for me to sit. She straddled me, as she lifted up her dress. She’d taken off her panties and bra already, and her tits and pussy were perfect. She had the typical red-head’s raised pinkish white nipples and she sported a heart shaped mound of pussy hair. It was perfect!
She reached down and started stroking my cock, but it didn’t take long to get me rock hard again. Older women between the age of thirty five and forty are usually very aggressive. They feel like they are losing their beauty and compensate by being more sexual and sensual. She rubbed my cock’s head on her velvety slit and it opened, ready to receive its first massive cock in ages. She tilted her head back and moaned like a whore.
My cock stiffened even more at that sound. God women know how to make a man cum! However, I wasn’t ready to ejaculate yet. I wanted her to come first. Lord only knows how long it had been since she had a proper orgasm, and I was hell bent on ensuring I was the man to give it to her. I played with her beautiful clit and pussy hair. This was a woman I could really call my sexual soulmate.
We continued to fuck cowgirl style. Then she stopped and changed to reverse cowgirl. I loved holding on to a woman’s waist while looking at their ass. And she had a gorgeous one. Since this position was good but not the most exciting for me, I stood up, and we turned around. Putting the lid down on the toilet, I bent her over and started pounding her pussy hard. She moaned yet again and I felt her body quiver with orgasmic energy. I felt her pussy tighten and grip my cock. I dumped my load deep inside her. We both were exhausted.
We cleaned up and we left the toilet. We continued to talk the entire time home, even getting seats next to one another. She fell asleep on my shoulder and I wanted to grab her perfect boobs one more time but couldn’t in the public space of the airplane. We landed. It was time to say goodbye.
I gave her my email address and phone number. I told her I’d do all I could to help her in the coming months. I remember what she said about how she valued her privacy, so I figured this way, it would up to her to contact me if and when she wanted a repeat performance. We went through custom’s at different times and I lost sight of her in the ensuing crowd.
It was a great trip, I thought. So man firsts. But I was in NYC now and soon I’d be home. I turned on my phone and it immediately beeped with texts. It turns out Nadya had sent me a text along with someone called Yui. As I read through the messages, I saw that Yui requested I call her once I finished getting my luggage at JFK and was ready to head home. That was now. I called her.
A lady with a beautiful Asian accent answered. Turns out, she worked with Nadya and had the weekend in NYC. Seems she needed a place to stay. Her white knight offered his apartment and before long, I was face to face with a long black haired beauty. Half Asian, half European. Most like Ukrainian. The next few days were going to be perfect, but that is for another time.