First Class Roleplay (1)
We drove over, ate at a restaurant near both our places, then headed up to my apartment. Even in the restaurant, every eye locked onto her the moment she appeared in that flight attendant uniform. The ajumma waiting tables even asked if she was actually a stewardess. Miho moved as if she were used to the stares. If anything, with that exhibitionist streak of hers, she seemed to be quietly savoring the attention.
When I suggested we go to my place after the meal, she lit up. It was the first time I’d ever brought a casual sex partner all the way home, but three hours for a short motel stay felt too tight, and overnight would have been awkward with work the next morning. So I brought Miho home.
“You keep the place so neat.”
The moment she stepped through the front door she looked around, impressed.
“It only looks that way because I don’t own much.”
“How many women have you brought here?”
“You’re the first.”
“Wow! So I’m special?”
She sat on the living-room sofa, clearly pleased. It was a white three-seater I’d picked up free on Carrot not long ago—perfect size for a twenty-pyeong place, free, so I’d borrowed a self-employed friend’s one-ton truck and snatched it on the spot.
“I haven’t even owned the place that long…”
“Is this your apartment, oppa? Are you rich?”
“All loans. Not my house—the bank’s. My house is… maybe just that one room over there.”
I grabbed wet wipes from the kitchen island, picked up the high heels she’d left by the entrance, and carefully wiped the soles. Miho tilted her head, watching.
“What are you doing?”
“A flight attendant has to wear heels. That’s what makes it sexy.”
She grimaced at the shameless answer.
“Ugh! You’re such a pervert!”
I didn’t reply, just held the cleaned heels out to her. Still grimacing, she took them, stayed seated on the sofa, and bent gracefully at the waist to slip them on. The motion was elegant and, somehow, made my heart thud harder.
“You like high heels, oppa?”
“Yeah. Stockings and sexy lingerie too. Heels make legs look even prettier. Next time bring black stockings as well.”
“Hehe. Then you’d like this too, right?”
Heels on, she crossed her legs, propped her chin on her right hand, and dangled the free shoe from her toes, rocking it slowly. The eyes that met mine had already turned into a seductress’s.
I shoved both hands into my pockets and just stared, admiring.
“Wow… fuck… where did you learn that?”
“Hehe. Everyone knows. That day in the room, when I was doing this, you kept sneaking looks at my legs. I noticed everything.”
“You caught that?”
“Women always know. So? Getting hard? Am I a sex partner you like?”
“Yeah. It’s starting to rise.”
“Hehe. Pervert! Looking at you in a suit, you look like some elite—sexy as hell. When you meet me, always wear a suit. Got it?”
“There’s got to be a reward for that.”
“Aren’t I the reward?”
She stood, steered me onto the sofa, then turned and walked slowly toward the opposite wall, deliberately swaying her hips so I could watch. Straight legs rising from the heels, that rolling ass—pure filth.
Miho turned, put her back to the wall, and crossed one leg over the other. I leaned back against the sofa cushions and watched at my leisure. She brought both hands neatly in front of her navel and bowed at a perfect sixty degrees.
“Welcome aboard. Thank you for choosing our airline again today. We will do everything possible to make your flight to the destination a comfortable one.”
She smiled brightly, every bit the real stewardess. Then she glanced around, spotted something, and clicked across the floor to the island.
Click. Click. Click.
Each slow step sent the heels tapping against the floor. She was seducing me with that walk alone. What she picked up was the building management-fee notice. I had no idea why, but I let her be.
Smiling, she walked back toward me. That smile made her look exactly like a flight attendant—the only difference was how much tighter the uniform sat on her curves, making every swell stand out.
She stopped in front of me and sank to one knee.
“Good evening. My name is Gu Mi-ho. I’ll be responsible for your service and safety throughout the flight.”
“Hello.”
“You are the only first-class passenger on today’s flight. Since you’ll be traveling in such a pleasant environment, I will spare no effort in taking care of you.”
She kept the bright, professional smile the entire time. The role-play was so real I almost laughed, but I held it in and played along so the mood wouldn’t break.
“So you’re my personal attendant for the flight?”
“That’s correct. First, we have a welcome drink prepared. What may I offer you?”
“What do you have?”
She held out the management-fee notice like a menu.
“Water, soft drinks, and alcohol. You can check the spirits on this service menu.”
Ah—so that was why she’d grabbed the notice.
I took it, pretended to skim, then let my eyes drop between her legs.
“Hmm… nothing I like is listed. Anything else?”
At my gaze she turned a little more toward me and eased her knees apart. The shadow of the skirt still hid the soft inner flesh.
“What would you prefer, sir?”
“Something that comes from deep inside a valley… a little sticky, with a dirty scent?”
“Do you happen to know the name of the beverage?”
She never lost the smile. She knew exactly what I wanted, yet she played dumb and only spread her thighs a fraction wider.
“Hmm… I think it was called pussy juice.”
A wicked little smile curved her lips.
“Yes, sir. However, that particular drink is reserved for members holding a special membership card with our airline. May I assist you in verifying your membership?”
“Membership?”
“Yes. I’ll check it for you right away.”
She shuffled forward on her knees until she was between my legs, reached out, and began undoing my belt. Smiling, eyes locked on mine, her fingers worked slowly. Unlike the other night, her nails were painted clear. Once the belt was open I lifted my hips so she could slide the pants down to my knees. Then she stroked my cock through the underwear.
“You know exactly where the membership card is kept.”
I watched her face and her hand in turn, anticipation thick. Kneeling so politely between my thighs, caressing me—she looked adorable. And the thought that a real flight attendant was doing this made my cock swell steadily under her slow touch.
She felt it harden in her palm, gave me a sultry look, and never broke eye contact.
“Sir, the membership appears to be firming up. I’ll proceed with visual confirmation.”
She hooked the waistband and drew the underwear down. My cock sprang free with a soft slap and hung heavy. Still not fully hard, it was enough to make her tongue flick across her lower lip.
“How does it look?”
“Visual confirmation complete. Next, physical verification.”
Her warm hand closed around me. Palm cupping the head, she stroked slowly down to the root and back up again, over and over. Under those elegant fingers my cock filled completely, standing proud.
While her right hand worked the shaft, her left reached for my tightened balls, cradling them with just the pads of her fingers, gently rolling the wrinkled skin.
“Aaaah…!”
The touch shot electricity through every nerve.
“Is this to your satisfaction, sir?”
She kept her hands busy, clearly pleased by my reaction. I nodded.
“Then I will begin full membership verification.”
She cradled the base with her right hand and brought her face close. I scooted my hips forward to give her better access. The wet heat of her mouth and the slow swirl of her tongue around the head nearly undid me. Even while bobbing enough to make wet, sucking sounds, she never looked away.
A beautiful flight attendant on her knees between my legs, staring up with those dark, hungry eyes while she sucked my cock. The fantasy hit so hard it felt real—first class, a gorgeous attendant servicing me right there in the cabin.
“Aaaaah!”
Her technique improved every single time. Head moving, left hand softly kneading my balls—I was losing my mind. Every so often she would pause, seal her lips tight, and suck hard enough to make a long, wet pull while her tongue lashed only the head. In those moments I was certain I would explode straight down her throat.
“Uwaaah! Ah—stop—I’m gonna cum!”
“Haa… haa… Sir, final membership confirmation requires you to finish in my mouth.”
“Wha—Mi… Miho! Ah… aaaaah!”
She clearly loved watching me thrash. Mouth still working, she added her hand, twisting her head and stroking at the same time. I had no defense left. Those eyes never left mine, silently ordering me to fill her mouth.
“Eu… eu… I’m cumming!”
Pulse after thick pulse.
My cock erupted inside her. She gripped my hips and took me all the way to the back of her throat, determined not to spill a single drop.
“Haak… haak… haak…”
I watched her throat work, swallowing every spurt. When she finished she licked the shaft and head clean, then sucked the last bead from the tip with a soft pop.
“Haa… haa… Sir, membership confirmed. Was the verification process satisfactory?”
She caught a thin trail of cum at the corner of her mouth with one finger and slipped it back between her lips. Faced with that elegant, filthy expression of a first-class attendant, I could only nod in silence.