Layover, 22:40

We blocked in at 21:10. By 22:40 I had the first officer in the armchair and a flight attendant I'd flown with twice fucking me on the hotel bed. Everybody in that room is over thirty. I checked, because I am not casual about the roster.

I didn't change. Tie loose, jacket on, skirt up. Sit, I told the FO. You don't touch yourself until I say. You watch.

The attendant was nervous and hard, which is my favorite combination. I rode him facing the chair so the FO had the view I wanted: captain, stripes, cunt taking cock. I don't moan much. I talk. You see whose pussy this is. You see the jacket. Keep your eyes there. He nodded like I was running a briefing.

When the attendant came I stayed down on it. I climbed off, bent, and scooped him out with two fingers. Then I got on the carpet, sleeves pushed up, and licked it off my hand. Then I spread myself and licked the rest straight from my cunt, slow, so the FO could see it on my tongue. This is the sector you don't log, I said.

I let him come in his fist after. I was asleep before he finished apologizing. In the morning I drank bad coffee and flew the return and did not give him a softer face on the flight deck. He didn't need one. He had already seen the other briefing.