First Class Service - 2 (Patreon)

What do I want to do first?

Nathan said nothing. The question repeated in his head. He took the time to think long and hard about it… but in the end, the young man couldn’t come up with anything. He just couldn’t decide.

Letting out a sigh, Nathan rubbed the back of his head. A sliver of embarrassment stuck in his mind.

“Wow. I… I don’t really know.” He admitted, wincing.

Zora, for her part, didn’t seem annoyed in the slightest. Instead, the pretty lady gave a sweet, bright smile. She held her hands behind her back, rocking slightly on her heels - pushing out her bare belly just a tiny bit. Just enough to catch Nathan’s gaze. The teenager admired the faint lines of her tummy just as her soft voice poured into the air.

“Hmm. Maybe take a seat and think about it?” Zora offered, reaching out to pat the bed. “I’m sure your legs must be very sore. Especially after waiting so long to board.”

“Right.” Nathan agreed, forcefully putting his eyes back on her face. Again, she didn’t seem offended by his wandering gaze. But that only made the embarrassment of being caught that much worse. He felt a warmth creeping up his cheeks as he went to sit down… only for the feeling to be forgotten as he experienced just how soft and comforting the cabin bed was. He practically sank into the mattress. It was like falling into the embrace of a fluffy cloud. “Woah. This bed… it’s really soft!”

“I know right?” Zora laughed, taking a seat right beside him. She fell onto her back, same as him, cooing softly as she enjoyed the same embrace of silk and softness. “It’s like laying down on a little slice of heaven!”

Nathan was smiling now, incredulous. He released a long groan, letting the sheets and the cushioning engulf him. It was crazy how good it felt, how it made all of his soreness just fall away.

He started to think again, ideas spinning through his head as he stared up at the cabin ceiling. Nathan admired the intricate designs in the gilded plating as he did, taking in the stylized impressions of stars and cosmic bodies. But as time went on, the younger man still couldn’t decide.

He turned his head to face Zora, his face coiled in apology.

“Ah, jeez.” Nathan let out a deep sigh. “There’s so much we could do. I can’t…

Zora only shook her head, reaching out to brush his arm with the back of her hand. She had a gentle touch that held more warmth than Nathan expected from a cruise line stewardess.

“There’s no rush.” She assured him, her kind eyes and soft smile putting the teenager at ease. “You have two and half weeks. You can just stay and relax for the first night if you want. The ship isn’t going anywhere. And if you’re still feeling sore I could even give you a massage.”

Nathan gave a small nod, turning his eyes back towards the ceiling. Then he blinked. It took a moment for Zora’s words to really register in his brain.

A massage?

Quickly, he sat up, suddenly wide awake. Curious and eager to know more.

“Really?” He probed, incredulous. Though he couldn’t keep the hopeful tone from seeping into his voice. “We’re allowed to do that?”

Zora sat up as well - and Nathan made an effort not to stare down the open window of her top. The woman gave a soft, sweet sigh, putting her arms back in a cute little stretch before answering.

“Of course!” She chirped, clasping her hands over her lap. She nudged his arm with her elbow, visibly amused by the shocked expression on his face. “The perks of first class, remember? I’m trained mainly in oil massage, so you’d need to strip down. We can lay some towels on the bed, too.”

Nathan’s heart very nearly jumped into his throat. He blinked again, almost certainly looking like some braindead drone. He stared at the beautiful stewardess as she stood from the bed. She turned to look down at him, hands on her hips, expectation in her bright eyes.

“Strip?” The teenager practically croaked.

Zora giggled - thankfully it was not the mocking sort. The sweet sound filled the cabin as she touched her pretty white nails to her soft, glossy lips.

“Well, yeah… You don’t want to ruin your clothes, do you? Oil is messy. Especially if we go further.”

The sensation Nathan felt at that moment was likely how androids felt when they experienced a system crash. His nerves had come alive, lighting up under his skin all over his body. And yet he couldn’t move. It was as if he had been frozen solid. But somehow, the teenager could feel nothing but warmth, nothing but heat. It danced in his gut, twisting and coiling like a wild snake.

“Further?”

Zora clasped her hands together again, offering the young man a small nod. Her bright eyes seemed to light up with silent laughter… and shameless delight.

“Sexual intercourse involves bodily fluids, right? It can get messy even with a condom. And there’s all the other stuff we could do: handjobs, titjobs, blowjobs…” She listed them off, bullet points in Nathan’s sex fantasy vault buried in his mind. And as she did, she counted them off on her hand, touching finger to finger. It was all so casual to her. Nathan couldn’t believe it. Then she turned her eyes onto his again, shaking him from his deep thoughts. “They’re all fun, but they all result in a bit of cleanup.”

Nathan shot up from the bed then. His mind was racing and his body followed in turn. He paced back and forth, trying to settle his nerves, to calm his thoughts.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold on.” He rubbed at his face, fingers sinking into the skin of his jaw.

“Is something wrong?” Zora asked. So innocently, too.

Nathan whirled around on her, staring intently.

“So… you’re a first class attendant. My personal attendant.” He said, pointing at the gorgeous lady dressed in the scant uniform. Zora seemed a tiny bit confused, but nodded along. “And that means you attend to my needs? Including sex?”

Zora broke into another smile - glad that her young patron finally understood.

“Yep! That’s one of the perks of first class on The Majestic!”

Nathan slowed to a dead stop. He felt his heart beating, thumping in his chest. He searched Zora’s lovely face, looking for any sign that she was playing some sort of trick. Instead, the teenager only found genuine excitement. The stewardess was being completely sincere.

“You’re serious.” Nathan breathed out. He brought a hand to his cheek, trying to pinch himself awake. “Oh my God, you’re serious.”

The smile fell from Zora’s face, replaced with an expression that mixed concern with confusion. She pursed her lips, regarding Nathan for a moment before breaking into a small laugh.

“You really didn’t know?”

The question was asked softly but for Nathan it still cut deep. Heat rose in his cheeks - this time not from the excitement of being near a beautiful woman but rather from outright embarrassment.

“Well…” Nathan let out a nervous huff, rubbing at the back of his neck. His eyes darted around the cabin. But despite his efforts to avoid her gaze, the teenager couldn’t help but draw his eyes back to the woman in the blue miniskirt. “I just thought that I’d have a pretty lady around to give me a tour of the ship and be my arm candy and stuff.”

“I can still do that.” Zora answered simply, holding her chin up with professional pride. Then Nathan caught the not-so-subtle twinkle in her eyes. “And other fun things as well. If you want.”

So it was real. Sex was on the table. And not just sex. Sex with Zora, the gorgeous stewardess who seemed all too eager to provide that special brand of service.

This trip was going to be better than he had ever dreamed.

Nathan looked on, stunned. But soon those feelings of shock transformed, quickly morphing into pure joy. Nathan could feel it bursting from his chest - though that may have just been his heart. The young man drew his eyes up Zora again, drinking in the bold curves of her figure, admiring how the scant cuts of fabric her uniform offered graced her body. Creamy skin, looking so soft and tender, broken up by bands of gentle, feminine blue. He had no idea who designed these stewardess uniforms. But whoever they were, Nathan Smith knew they were a damned mastermind.

He didn’t attempt to hide his appreciation. Zora, for her part, didn’t seem to mind at all. The older woman gave a short giggle, even doing a small spin for the teenager’s viewing pleasure. Nathan enjoyed the extra sights, taking a small delight in the sensual line of her back where the uniform left her midsection bare. The rear of her skirt just barely covered up the dimples above her ass. Nathan didn’t bemoan it, though. He’d be getting to see everything very soon.

“I know that look.” Zora said. She drew closer, a daring smirk upon her lips. “Got any ideas, sailor?”

Indeed, Nathan had plenty. Visions lewd and tawdry whirled behind his eyes. So many joys he could partake with the lovely Miss Zora, so many options. In the end, the teenager settled on something simple.

“The massage can wait for a bit.” He decided, closing the short distance between them. His hands rose slowly, coming up to her waist. His touch came tenderly, with him watching her eyes carefully as his hands settled upon her. He feared he might find hints of disfavor upon her face, but she remained warm, inviting. The feeling of her skin so hot and smooth under his fingertips stirred his loins into hardness. His next words were tentative. “Do you… can we kiss?”

Zora let out another fit of giggles. Nathan’s heart thumped and the twisting in his gut only grew more wild. Especially so as the stewardess batted her long eyelashes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Standing so close together, not only could Nathan feel the heat radiating from her body, he finally noticed that Zora was taller than him by an inch or so - though that was probably because of her heels.

She drew in close, humming sweetly. Their noses brushed together. Nathan sucked in a deep breath.

“We absolutely can.” Zora whispered.

The woman pressed forward with surety, capturing Nathan’s lips with her own. Hers were glossy, buttery smooth, unbearably soft, and tasted faintly of cherries. It was all it took to light up his entire body.

Excitement shot through his nerves, a bolt of lightning that had every inch of skin thrumming with youthful want. And that was just for the soft pecks of lips to lips. He could feel Zora smiling into their liplock. She went on to guide him into something deeper.

Just when Nathan thought he’d blow a fuse, his stewardess eased her tongue into his mouth. Warm and wet and agile, dancing together with his own, the cherry lip gloss just didn’t compare. Not one bit.

Nathan let out a rumbling groan and Zora happily swallowed it up. They parted for but a moment and the gentle sigh that passed from her lips lit a fire in the teenager’s soul. This time it was he who stole the kiss, huffing raggedly as he took her lips in a desperate joining. Zora gave a tiny squeak but nonetheless poured herself into this new joining, tightening her arms around his neck. Nathan’s hands inched around her waist, his fingers sinking into the small of her back.

His cock was rock hard, throbbing angrily. His head was spinning, rational thought giving way easily to base need. But through the overload of sensation, Nathan managed to keep hold of a single, clear thought.

This was real. This was happening. This woman in his arms was flesh and blood. And she was all too willing to take him on this journey of desire and naked skin. He could feel it in the way her tongue writhed upon his own, the way her teeth nipped at his lips, the way her skin came alive under his touch.

Nathan was far too lost in the bliss to notice how close they were inching towards the bed. The back of his legs hit the edge and they buckled instantly. He fell backward, taking Zora with him.

Nathan shouted. Zora let out a cute squeal. But quickly it turned into giddy laughter.

Zora had landed on top, straddling him now. Nathan didn’t mind the weight. He stared up at the woman in his lap, drawing eyes up her bare belly, the valley of her cleavage, the lines of her swan-like neck, her puffy lips, and those brilliant, lively eyes.

“Woah. Sorry if I got carried away.” Nathan breathed out, his hands roaming idly upon Zora’s full, lush thighs. So smooth, so soft, Nathan was a hair’s breadth away from going mad.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Zora cooed, wiggled her bottom as she settled herself nicely in the teenager’s lap. Surely, she could feel how hard he was then. The glimmer in her eyes told Nathan the truth. She dipped down, their noses touching again. “I’m here to fulfill your needs, whatever they may be. Within reason, of course…”

“Right.” Nathan gave a dopey grin. “I’m not a psycho, I promise.”

Zora broke into giggles again. Nathan decided he loved the sound.

“No, you’re a sweetheart. A very horny sweetheart.” Her lips curled into a flirty, knowing smirk. She wiggled her bottom right into his hard-on again. Confirming to Nathan that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Her voice turned even sweeter, full of mock innocence. “All this from a little kiss?”

“Yeah.” Nathan let out a breathless laugh. His cock strained almost painfully against his pants. “You’re really pretty. And your lips…”

Zora hummed and stole a quick little kiss. She nipped playfully at Nathan’s lips as she pulled away. The teenager released a pitiful groan, feeling like he was about to burst from his pants.

“You really like my lips, huh?” She rose then, running her hands down his shoulders and chest as she did. She sat back onto his thighs and her hands finally reached his belt and the fly of his jeans. She locked eyes with Nathan again, sharing with the younger man a wild, wicked look. “My lips can do a lot more than kiss.”

Zora began to undo his belt, nice and slow. Nathan was sure his heart was going to explode. His cock had never felt so damn hard.

“Like what?” He asked in a quiet voice.

Zora smirked. Her eyes were brilliant, blazing hot. A moment later, she was tugging his jeans and boxers down. His hard, twitching prick sprung out into open air. Immediately, she took him in hand, stroking him.

“Let me show you.”

Her hands were so fucking soft. So warm. Her touch so tight and perfect, Nathan’s mind almost went completely blank.

It finally settled in for the younger man then. Just as her rear-end came to rest upon his groin, those plump buttocks smothering his hard cock through his pants, the beautiful truth finally took center stage in his mind.

This lovely lady, his personal stewardess, was ready and willing to join him in bed. As much as he wanted. For the next two and half weeks.

Zora scooted down until his cock was aimed right at her lovely face. She brought her lips down, those glossy, pillowy things just barely grazing over the swollen head. Nathan wanted to cry, the sight was so sublime.

She gave the tip a tiny, tiny kiss. Unbearable. But perfect all the same.

Then she dipped down and took him in her mouth. And Nathan Smith knew paradise.