During my time as a flight attendant, I lived for the thrill of travel, adventure, and the excitement of meeting new people. There was one night I’ll never forget. It was a flight to Dubai, and one of the passengers was a ridiculously hot pilot for another airline. Tall, lean, and confident, with a thick, gorgeous cock that I couldn’t take my eyes off of. As we disembarked and ran into each other in the terminal, we struck up a conversation. He casually mentioned that he was looking forward to relaxing in his hotel room, and I couldn’t help myself—I told him, “I’d love to be under you instead.”

Within minutes, we were in his room. The moment we walked through the door, I found myself pushed up against the wall, his lips on mine, hands everywhere. It didn’t take long before he had me on the bed, legs spread, and his tongue working me to an orgasm that had me shaking. His cock was even better than I imagined—thick, veiny, and perfect. He fucked me slow, letting me feel every inch, and then picked up the pace until I couldn’t think of anything but how good it felt.

He came twice before I even had a chance to catch my breath first all over my ass, then on my tits. But he didn’t stop there. I wanted to taste him, so I took him into my mouth, finishing him off and swallowing every last drop like a good girl.

The next morning, we weren’t done. He bent me over the balcony railing and pounded me so hard I ended up squirting for the first time ever. I’ve never forgotten the way he looked at me afterward, like he couldn’t believe what we’d just done.

It was just one night, and I never saw him again. But sometimes, those fleeting, anonymous hookups are the ones that stick with you forever.