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One of the planes Robin was often working on was an older version of the smallest 737 that had been completely refurbished to quite luxury standards. There were seats for only about twenty people, but behind the sitting area there was a kind of meeting room and at the back of the plane a bedroom and an almost complete bathroom. It was often hired by big corporations and companies to have secure and very private meetings. They knew that nobody could listen to what was said in that meeting room and that was the biggest asset to hire that plane. Most of the time Robin would be the only cabin crew and his fame and reputation of being very discrete made that some companies required him as only personnel on those flights.
When he had to go and fetch people in another country, it meant that it was a return flight, but with an empty plane to go and about fifteen CEO's and high placed people on the return. He asked me if I was interested to go with him. We would leave quite early in the morning and be back late at night. It was probably a boring day aboard this aircraft. However, it would be a happy break in our daily routines.
When I boarded that plane I was flabbergasted by the luxury of its interior. All seats were in leather and the tables in Mahogany wood. Rudolf had not looked at any expense to make it cosy yet professional. The bathroom was at the same level of luxury with everything you could expect in a bathroom of a luxury hotel. The bedroom had a kingsize bed with satin bedsheets and the possibility to have dimmed light. My first thought was that I wouldn't mind having a nap in that inviting bed.
I was introduced to the Captain and the co-pilot who were very friendly. Robin later told me that they were a couple and always flew together. We would have a three hour flight to destination, an hour stop to refuel and let part of the passengers board, to then fly another hour on the way back to have more passengers board and finally the return flight of about two and a half hour. The Captain looked at Robin and winked.
-You know our route and that means that soon after take-off, you can bring us some coffees and we then won't have the time to even come out of the cockpit, not even to go to the toilet.
Was he implying what I thought he was implying ? Looking at Robin's smile, I knew it was exactly that. The Captain actually made Robin understand that after serving the coffees, we would have almost three full hours on our own in an empty cabin. I suddenly realized THAT was the reason for Robin to ask me to join him on this particular flight. He wanted to make me a full member of the Mile High Club. My cock already reacted in anticipation. For this first take-off, Robin didn't sit on his assigned jump-seat, but next to me in the most comfortable chairs I had ever sat on. Take-off was smooth and I was surprised by the silence in the cabin. On normal commercial flights you hear the engines quite clearly, but in this plane the sound insulation was absolutely perfect. As soon as the fasten-your-seatbelt signs went off, Robin was busy in the ample galley and served coffee, first in the cockpit and then handing one to me. He had already taken off his jacket and was untying his tie, opening the first button of his shirt.
We had some small talk about the plane as this was so new to me. While talking his hand rested on my thigh and came higher with every word he said, reaching my crotch. He knew perfectly well what that was doing to me and he was right. My cock grew and looked for some space in the confinement of my jeans. I was just about to rearrange my ample package when Robin grabbed my erection. I couldn't help to observe the cockpit door and he reassured me that they wouldn't come out. The constant contact with the ground didn't allow them to leave the cockpit.
The seats were ample enough to allow Robin to straddle my legs, bend forward and kissing my lips softly. Yes, he knew exactly what he was doing by initiating that kiss. I had my hands on his uniform-clad buttocks and he slipped his under my T-shirt, caressing my chest. His kisses became a bit more feverish and his tongue slipped into my mouth. Once our tongues were dancing together, I knew there was no way to stop anymore. That was why Robin stood up, took me by the hand and led me to the back of the plane. We entered the bedroom and I saw that Robin was not closing the door behind us. Were we secretly hoping to have a spectator ? It sure had excited us in the past.
Standing at the edge of the bed, we resumed our kissing. I slowly unbuttoned Robin's crispy white shirt while he pulled my T-shirt over my head. I loved the electrifying effect when our chests were pressed together and I rubbed mine over his, knowing it would graze his nipples. We were long enough together to know that Robin's nipples were oversensitive and that the slightest touch would bring him almost to ecstasy. Our horniness grew by the second and we were both hard as steel inside our trousers. Robin caressed my manhood through the heavy fabric of my jeans before unfastening the top button and lower the zipper. His hand immediately passed the waistband of my underwear and grabbed my hard-on. Even after living together for so long and making love so often, I still marveled at his soft hands grabbing me. It still felt so good, as if it was again the first time.
Robin pushed me on my back on the bed and kneeled between my open legs. His hands roamed over my body and his mouth kissed my belly just above the open waistband of my jeans. I was already gasping for air. Or was that the effect of the altitude ? He pulled my jeans and underwear off of me and quickly undressed completely himself. He laid down on me and resumed our kissing once again, pinning my arms above my head. He kissed and licked my face with frenzy, going down along my earlobes towards the tender flesh just above my collarbone. But he didn't stop there and I thought he was going for my nipples. He once again surprised me by licking and munching on my armpits. I knew I was sweating and apparently he liked the taste of my sweat. I sure loved the feeling of his tongue, discovering my armpits were an erogenous zone. I wanted to return the favor, but I was pinned down. Thanks to the satin sheets I could still wiggle under his touch. He cleaned my armpits out before going down on my nipples that were erected. His travel over my body went on and on and he sucked on my bellybutton till it was clean to his liking.
Was he going first for my cock or my balls ? No, he turned around swiftly and put his manhood between my lips before even touching my stiffness. At last I could taste some of his body fluids as he oozed precum like an open faucet. Had the Captain turned on the heat ? We were sweating profusely. After a while I let go of his cock to take his scrotum in my mouth. I could taste some sweat and it told me that his taint would be even wetter with sweat as well. His mainly odor intoxicated me. I wanted to have my mouth on more parts of his body. As usual, Robin knew what I wanted by feeling what I did to him and he savagely attacked my balls. We both pulled up a bit till we reached each other's taints, licking it clean and savoring the sweet taste of our sweats. Robin got up a little till he was sitting on my face. I spread his butt-cheeks and saw the puckered rosebud winking at me. I buried my face in his ass, thrusting my tongue on his private entrance. He relaxed his ass-muscles and I could push in an inch more. He clenched his muscles and trapped my tongue in his hole. I inhaled deeply to let his natural scent overwhelm me. In the corner of my eye I could see someone at the door of the bedroom, but couldn't tell if it was the Captain or the co-pilot. Knowing we had a witness I doubled my efforts to please my lover who was moaning quite loud.
Robin's ass was glistening with all the spit I used. Feeling that he was well naturally lubricated, he turned around, straddled my hips and sat down on my cock, engulfing it in his ass to the root in one powerful thrust. I gasped for air by this brutal and sudden action. My cock was buried in that furnace that was his ass and... I loved it. After a moment of adjustment, he started an up and down movement of his hips, trying to have my cock even deeper in me. That was the moment when we heard through the PA system that the Captain announced some turbulence. The shadow in the door immediately disappeared. The announcement of turbulence would have had us obliged to go back to our seats, but we couldn't. There was no way we could stop now ! The plane had a first shudder due to the turbulence, followed by a few more. It made us shudder as well and I am almost ashamed to admit it that I wanted the turbulences to go on. It caused movements of our bodies that we didn't expect and yes, it was very pleasurable.
Those turbulences must have given Robin quite some pleasure and he wanted me to feel the same thing. He quickly lifted himself off of my body, kneeled between my open legs that he brought to his shoulders and pointed his erection at my hole. He didn't ask if I was ready. He knew. A somewhat stronger turbulence made him almost fall over me, with the result that his cock entered me completely as well. He pushed the air out of my lungs but didn't withdraw. He stayed still and I guessed he was waiting for the next shudder of the plane. It came quite rapidly and I immediately understood how pleasurable a turbulence could be. Unfortunately, the zone of turbulences came to an end and the plane flew very stable again. It didn't prevent us to go on with what we were doing and Robin started a nice in and out motion, increasing speed and strength with each thrust. I was literally in heaven... LITERALLY.
With Robin's agility, he turned and flipped us over several times without his cock leaving my ass. I was riding his cock and a second later I would be on my back while he pounded me. The co-pilot was again at the door. This time he had his cock out and was masturbating while watching us. When he showed an interest in joining us, Robin lifted his hand as to say STOP. He understood but continued to stroke his cock furiously, clearly enjoying the show we were giving him. Robin rubbed my prostate with his cock and that made me produce even more precum that he smeared over my sensitive cock-head. I was so damned close to ejaculating my juices.
A loud and deep guttural groan told us the co-pilot was climaxing. It was strange how that sound sent me over the edge and I shot my load all over Robin's chest and belly, clenching my ass-muscles around his shaft, urging him to fill my bowels. Before he did that, he flipped me over on my back again, pumping feverishly and just before the first spurt of semen, he pulled out of me and coated my chest and belly. After the last drop of semen was out of him, he collapsed on me, kissing me while we desperately tried to catch our breaths. By the time we recovered, the co-pilot was gone.
-You fancy a quick shower ? Robin asked. We can't linger on too much in case one of the clients wants to shower.
So it was a shower purely for cleaning purposes. After that we dressed and Robin changed the sheets on the bed. The bedroom had to be spic and span, just in case. We went back to the front of the plane, sat down and Robin had me a new mug of coffee. Just as he sat down, the co-pilot once again came out of the cockpit.
-That was quite a show you gave, he said. I am just sorry I had to miss the part with the turbulences. I experienced it in the past and it as marvelous.
We sheepishly smiled without responding to his comment.
-You two should join us on a weekend.
It was no invitation, I was just a statement. I had to stay polite as it was one of Robin's co-workers, but the tone of his voice was a bit arrogant. I guessed he wasn't the type to take no for an answer and was probably upset that we didn't want him to join us.
-You mean for a weekend of wild sex ? I asked him.
-Yes, indeed ! You would quite well fit in with our little group. We always have quite some booze, a decent barbecue and a nice little orgy all night long.
-I think we'll pass, Robin answered. You see, we are a young couple, monogamous and exclusive. We can indulge a spectator, but no touching at all. We'll think about it when we need to spice up our sex life... in about twenty years ! For the moment we are more than happy, just the two of us.
The co-pilot turned his heels and went back to the cockpit. This time he didn't look or seemed upset. He WAS upset, just like I thought, he was used to have people fall at his feet with the snap of a finger.
-He is the only one like that in the company, Robin said. Nobody really likes him and we just wonder how the Captain can stand him. He must be very good in bed, because otherwise I don't see why they stay together.
I was relieved that my opinion about the co-pilot was not the only one.
The return flight was totally different. I thought back to the time I had seen Robin work on the commercial flight that brought me to my holiday destination. Here, flying private, he was even better having less people to attend to. He was so professional and I was damned proud of him. He didn't have to demand respect. He automatically received it from everyone. A lot of people think that a steward or a purser on a plane is nothing more than a waiter in the air. Nothing was further from the truth. Robin was so efficient in his job, that he could easily get a job as Maitre D in any upper-class restaurant. He had an eye for every detail and often served the clients before they even had to ask for anything. Seeing him work, I understood why Rudolf had wanted him and got him.
We landed right on time as the Captain had announced. Robin still had a bit of work after that the clients disembarked, such as collecting the laundry and making a list of what was needed onboard for the next flight. The co-pilot left the plane without saying a word. The Captain apologized to us. He must have known what the co-pilot had suggested. I followed Robin to the office where he still had a few things to do and that's where I met Rudolf for the first time. He was a real gentleman. We had a small conversation that was pleasant. Nonetheless, Robin had to tell him what happened with the co-pilot.
-Don't worry about that, Rudolf laughed, he is always like that and always wants "fresh meat". He'll get over it that you said no.
Robin sighed as if he had been holding his breath too long. We said our goodbyes to Rudolf with the promise to meet a bit more in the future and then drove home. It had been an interesting day. It was once we were home that Robin and I checked or phones. Strangely enough we had both a message form our mothers on Whatsapp, asking us the same thing.
"We need pictures of both of you, separate and together"
We were wondering what they were up to, although with the upcoming wedding, it was not really that difficult to imagine. We had quite some pictures, but not all were for everybody to see. I didn't think my mother would be happy with the both of us naked. As none of our mothers explained why they needed the pictures for, it was better to have "decent" pictures to send them. We both looked at the gallery in our phones and Robin had even a few on our computer. Quite a lot of these showed the two of us kissing in different places, but as I said, I didn't want to send pictures where we were naked to our mothers. I thought about Ricky, a friend of ours, who is a photographer. More than once he had said he would really enjoy taking pictures of us, from very soft to nudes. We thought it could be a good idea to take him up on his offer.
-Why wait ? Robin said while taking his phone and calling him.
They were on the phone for quite some time. I heard Robin asking him for pre-wedding pictures and yes, maybe some nude ones or just with our underwear. Robin even offered him the contract for making pictures and videos of our wedding, which was a great idea. When they hung up, Robin looked at me.
-We have an appointment for next Saturday for the pre-wedding pictures and so on. He asks us to bring various outfits like suits, jeans and khakis en maybe even shorts and swimwear. It would be at his studio as he has several backgrounds we can chose from. The pre-wedding pictures would be for free because he said he had actually suggested it. He'll send us a written budget for the wedding.
I left the responsibility to Robin to select our outfits. He had a far better taste than I for clothing. He even suggested to take one of his uniforms and asked me to prepare one of my doctor's white blouses. Brilliant !
The following Saturday we were at ten sharp at Ricky's photograph studio. We had never been there before and were amazed with the pictures that were on the walls. Some of them were real works of art. Some were in color and others were black and white pictures, but with subtle nuances of light and shadow. He asked us to point out each five pictures that were appealing to us. It would give him the perfect idea of what we wanted. He then showed us a book with nudes. These pictures were not on the wall to preserve the sensible eyes of some clients who were not into nude pictures. There again we could see his professionalism and his artistic touch in each photograph. Quite a lot of the pictures seemed to have been taken outside. He explained us that all the pictures were taken in this studio, but that he could put different backgrounds to his clients liking. It was impossible to detect that these pictures were "Photoshopped" to use a modern word. His collection of backgrounds was impressive and it was difficult to choose for us.
-You can always leave it to me, Ricky said, and I will take the backgrounds that suits each picture. We'll shoot with a green background so that I can easily transfer what I catch with the camera. It's up to you.
What sense did it have to ask for a professional photographer if we had to tell him what to do and so decided to leave it all to him. His assistant was there to see that we had the proper, natural make-up and that our hair was as it should be. We hadn't expect that and were happy Ricky thought about all these details.
The first session was dedicated to us being in formal dress : suits and ties, as well as our working outfits. The second was more casual with jeans, T-shirts or sports jackets. The third session would be underwear, swimwear and nudes.
Ricky took what seemed to be hundreds of pictures while we were taking poses following his instructions. We didn't know that modeling was so hard although he asked us to move around as naturally as possible in certain occasions. Around four in the afternoon he finally declared he had what he needed. We were stunned when he told us that he had about six-hundred pictures. He didn't show us any of them !
-I prefer to show you the final results. I'll print out quite a lot of them when edited and then leave you the choice of format. I can even make you a few posters if you want. What would you think about meeting again next Saturday ? I'll ask Ramses, my boyfriend, to prepare us something to eat and you can come over to the house so I can show you the final results and give you the pictures on a USB.
Robin and I were very eager to see the pictures and accepted the invitation for the following week.
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