On a warm summer evening, along a shady avenue, a tall, handsome man in trousers and a white shirt with epaulets of a civil aviation captain walked to the airport terminal. It was the commander of an Airbus A320 aircraft named Anton. He was alert and fresh. Passing girls looked at him and threw languid glances. After all, so much romance and mystery was in his difficult profession of a pilot.

Having passed the pre-flight routine, Anton went to a small nook with a cooler and a coffee machine through the service premises. There was another hour before departure, so you could have time to drink a glass of espresso. In this place, he usually met with his crew. And now, seeing him from afar, blinding a snow-white smile, he was waved by a senior flight attendant. The dark-haired, trimmed girl in the airline's bardovoy uniform came up to her elegantly moving her hips. Behind her, as on the runway, the rest of the ladies followed. All as one: tall, slim, with appetizing forms and beautiful faces. You can watch them forever, thought Anton. It was one of his favorite species, of course, after the sky and the ravishing iron birds.

- Good evening, captain!

- Hello Irina. How are you? Ready to fly?

- As always! You can count on us!

“Glad to hear it,” Anton nodded.

At the age of 28, Irina already had two children, which in no way affected her form. Quite the contrary: her breasts were round and her hips were sexually puffy. Hourglass figure, talking about it. Their conversation was interrupted by his colleague, also the pilot of this airline.

- Anton Mikhailovich, - she greeted.

- Yes?

- Have you already heard the news? Today I am your co-pilot, - the girl was clearly happy about this fact.

- What about George?

- Got sick. And I'm in reserve.

- Oh, well, then you can just Anton. - He looked at his new partner. Her name was Anna and she was the same age as Irina. Only slightly shorter and not so wide hips. But with a bulging round ass wrapped in a black skirt, covering a very tiny portion of the legs, so she constantly had to be pulled down. And a bulging chest under a white blouse. It seemed to Anton that he even hears the crackling of buttons and those who strive to scatter to the sides under her pressure. White hair was pulled together in a tight tail, and light-blue eyes looked from a narrow face carved from stone, from under the eyebrows of the arrows. Anton was familiar with this girl, but before they did not fly together. Irina also looked at the new crew member and nodded coldly.

“I think we should go,” said Anton, and headed his crew on the way to the ramp.

***

When the passengers sat down in their seats, and the plane came to the preliminary taxiing, Anton and Anna passed the last check-lists before take-off.

- flaps

- Takeoff position. There is.

- Platen "fasten your seat belts." There is.

- Airtrans 721, tower. Ready for takeoff, - Anton reported.

“Airtrans 721, the band is free, take off when ready,” hissed the radio.

The multi-ton Airbus turned into a lane and began to pick up speed.

- 80. The turn. The rise, - said Anna.

- Secure dialing. Chassis clean. Flaps remove.

Anton abruptly pulled the handle and the plane began to pick up speed and altitude.

- Airtrans 721, course 266. Occupy echelon 7500.

- There are 266, 7500, Airtrans 721, - the captain replied to the dispatcher.

When the board reached the required height and reached cruising speed, Anton allowed the passengers to unbutton their seat belts, drove the coordinates of the radio beacons into the computer, and clicked the autopilot switch. Now you could relax. The next 3 hours the plane itself to perform the necessary maneuvers. He turned and looked right. Anna was sitting in the chair, arching her back and stretching her neck. She carefully looked ahead, like a child reaching the window. The smell of women's perfume spread throughout the cabin. Looking at the girl, her protruding ass and chest in a tight blouse was a real pleasure.

“So what do we do?” - Interrupted the silence Anton.

- I do not know. What do you usually do?

“We're hitting vulgar jokes and drinking vodka,” the captain joked.

- Well, this is understandable, but when piloting? - retorted his partner. But she didn’t put a finger in her mouth, Anton thought.

- And when we fly, Anna, we love to drink tea. How do you look at it?

- Positive. And you can just Anya.

Anton pressed the call button in the cabin of the flight attendant, and after a minute Irina entered.

- Captain?

- Irina, and please make us Anya a cup of tea.

- you, as always, stronger?

- It's over.

She nodded and left. Soon, she and Anya had already swallowed a tart flavored drink.

- Have you ever been in Amsterdam?

- A couple of flights. Well, today.

- No, it does not. In the city itself?

- Unfortunately failed.

- Do you have a visa? We could have a great night there, back in the morning. - Just saying Anton realized that it sounded like that ambiguous. But the girl was not embarrassed.

- And what would you do? Go to the red light district?

- Or you went to smoke that be forbidden to us.

- What a tempting offer, - Anya shook her shoulders, and her chest swayed, so Anton swallowed.

- Vryatli us then allowed to fly. But for that quarter, I would walk.

- And what is there to do?

- Well, of course ... - the captain dreamily pulled. - Remove a couple of local prostitutes and enjoy the flat pleasures. They say they are great there.

- And what about ours, no longer ice? - Anya asked.

- Prostitutes?

- No, ordinary girls.

- Why. Also ice, just ... - he was even taken aback.

- Exotics wanted?

- Something in this spirit. - From such conversations and the proximity of a sexy girl indoors, Anton began to get excited. Irina came in to pick them up. And here Anin glass, either by chance, or intentionally on the floor. Anya did not move. Irina looked through her eyes and still bent over a glass. I did it on absolutely straight legs, demonstrating the wonders of stretching. Her ass swung in front of Anton. Now his dick wound up completely. The stewardess did it deliberately slowly, shaking her hips. When she left, Anya looked at him.

- If I could be ashamed at me so staring at her ass.

“What are you talking about,” he turned on the fool.

- Come on, I know in many carriages this is the norm. Everyone is sleeping with each other.

- We are not...

- Oh, I see how she looks at you. - Anton choked.

- This is where such crews, I also want to work there, - the captain tried to translate into a joke.

- Yes, even where, the main thing would be the desire ... - Anya almost whispered and looked at him with a dumb question. Having lost the gift of speech, Anton simply nodded twice. His colleague smiled as she looked away and shook her head, as if to say, “You have to do everything yourself ...” She rounded the dashboard in the center and removed the armrest of the captain's chair. This made it possible to sit on the knees of a man who had been taken aback and pressed to his lips. She immediately set a bold pace and let out the tongue. It was cramped and Anton pushed the chair back to the limit. His hands freely walked on the charms of the girl, squeezed the ass and chest. Tight, tight skirt crept up. A pleasant surprise was that Anna does not have pantyhose, but stockings to the middle of her thighs, connected by a garter with thongs. While he studied her closet with his fingers, Anya moved down, kneeling between him and the dashboard. She had to push the legs so as not to touch the pedals. The door was not locked and at any moment someone could enter the cabin. While Anton nervously looked around, the girl's hands reached the erect member. The captain jerked a couple of times when he saw how Anya almost touched the ore and the steering wheel.

- Careful, do not turn off the autopill ... - he could not finish speaking as a member suddenly appeared ...