My Erotic Flight To Singapore: Sex With A Malay Beauty

Flight Delay in Bangkok

Erotic Flight To Singapore – One time, during a flight delay in Bangkok, the incoming plane experienced mechanical issues. Something had hit the cockpit windscreen and shattered it. We were told later that there were no extra windshields available for that airplane. We were re-positioned to take a red-eye flight on Cathay Pacific to Singapore.

Excited for Cathay Pacific

We had always heard about the excellent service on Cathay Pacific flights, so I was excited to experience it. We were all scattered in Economy Class. I was exceptionally lucky and found myself in the aisle seat of the last row, next to the kitchen.

Meeting Daphne

Daphne was the purser in charge. She was Malay Indian and stunningly beautiful. She had an adorable face and a great body, judging by her unflattering uniform. Her shirt was a rosy and pale blue color with a wave-like pattern designed by a local artist. Her hair was tied up in a bun, showing off her beautiful eyes, high cheekbones, and sweet oval face. She was about 5′ 5″ tall with a tight little body.

A Connection

I introduced myself, and we talked whenever she had a moment, which wasn’t often. We ended up in the same line for CIQ upon arrival in Singapore. She wrote down and handed me her name and contact number, asking that I call her if I ever got into town again. After she left, our ground rep met us at the terminal and informed us we’d work the flight the next day from Singapore to Dubai. We were to stay overnight and fly out mid-afternoon.

The Fairmont Hotel

The transport was ready to take us to the Fairmont Hotel. When we arrived, the Cathay Pacific crew was leaving the reception area. I quickly went to the house phone and called Daphne. She answered, and I said, “Hi Daphne, this is Bruno.”

“Bruno? I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“I got laid over,” I replied.

“Where are you?” she asked.

Reconnecting

“What’s your room number? I’ll be there in no time,” I said.

“You’re here? How? Why?” she stammered.

“We’ve been reassigned to work tomorrow’s flight to Dubai. They put us up here too. I saw some of your colleagues leaving the reception desk, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

Chuckling, she responded, “1208, that’s my room. Will you be heading up?”

“Yes,” I said. “I just need to check in, get my room key, then shower and change. If you’re still here, I can call you. Will you be going out for lunch with your colleagues?”

Plans for Lunch

“I was going to, which is why I grabbed the phone so quickly. I thought they were calling me to come down. I’m in my underwear, ready to get changed, but I’ll wait for you,” she said.

“Please don’t let me interrupt your plans,” I said. “Why not join them, and we can meet later?”

“That’s alright. I can see them another time,” she assured me.

“Okay, I’ll call you later,” I said. “1208, right?”

I got my key, went to my room, and showered. I changed into my jeans and a casual shirt, then called her.

Lunch Date

I met her in the hallway, and she looked stunning. She had let her hair down, and it flowed past her shoulders. Her tight-fitting black blouse showcased her prominent bosom, highlighted by the deep “V” of her cleavage. She wore hip-hugging dark jeans, and her small, firm, and noticeable round butt looked even better in her 3-inch white high-heel shoes. I must have looked like a bodyguard for a celebrity standing next to her.

“Any preferences for lunch?” I asked casually.

“My, you look like a movie star!” she said. “Do you always look this good out of uniform? You look like George Clooney but with dark hair,” she added.

Shared Appreciation

“You’re making fun of me, right? I think you look exquisite,” I added.

“Thanks, but I feel like a dragon next to you,” she chuckled.

“Alright, so we have this mutual appreciation going on. Might I propose some acclaimed food at the eatery in Raffles at the inn adjacent? Notable literati like Hemingway and Maugham frequented the inn,” I suggested.

“Indeed, that sounds great,” she agreed.

Dining at Raffles

We walked to the eatery. “Table for two, please,” I requested.

“Certainly, sir, and welcome back,” the maître d’ acknowledged me. “Madam, it is a joy to welcome you,” he said, bowing to Daphne. “Right this way, please,” he added, guiding us to a lovely table with a view of the pool. I slipped him a $20 in our handshake as a joke.

“You’ve been here before?” Daphne asked.

“Yes, a few times,” I answered.

“You liar!” she snickered.

Ordering Drinks

“May I offer you a drink?” we were asked as we were given our menus.

“Daphne, their gin-based Singapore Sling originated here in the mid-1900s. It would be blasphemous not to try this delightful nectar unless you prefer a non-alcoholic beverage?”

“That would be perfect, thank you,” Daphne smiled.

“Two, please,” I proposed to the maître d’, who smiled and left us to examine the menu.

Selecting Lunch

“What would you suggest for lunch?” Daphne asked.

“They have an amazing chef here who can whip up some incredible dishes. What are you leaning towards? Meat, fish, salads, pasta, etc.?” I asked.

“Whatever you suggest,” she offered.

I flagged the server, “Please inform Chef Miguel that we’d like to try his famous grilled fish and recommended vegetables. Also, bring a bottle of Perrier. He’ll know who I am. Thank you.”

Conversation and Company

“So now you even know the chef?” she tested.

“My father’s business partner. So, tell me about yourself, since we couldn’t talk much on the plane,” I responded.

She began telling me about herself, and I was entranced just listening to her. “Bruno! When did you get into town?” Chef Miguel exclaimed.

I gave him a big hug. “Good to see you, my friend. Chef Miguel, this is Daphne. I’m trying to impress the blazes out of her, so please don’t say anything that would make me look bad,” I said, introducing Daphne.

A Warm Welcome

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Daphne,” Chef Miguel greeted. “Bruno is a fine chap, but for real quality, you should be dating me instead!” he laughed. “Please allow me to treat you to my special dish, and after lunch, you must try my new dessert.”

“You are too kind,” Daphne said. “And if he goofs, at least I know I can count on you,” she added.

Culinary Specialist Miguel

Culinary specialist Miguel left, and we sat down.

“I need to find out about you. However, first… are you really trying to seduce me?” she asked, finally rested after the Singapore flight.

“Absolutely!” I said. “It’s not every day that one gets the chance to meet someone as delightful and charming as you. What stands out the most is how sensible you are, and I feel so comfortable with you.”

“I’m flattered,” Daphne said. “Really, I feel the same about you. Are you married or have a girlfriend?”

Conversation and Confessions

“I graduated from university this summer and have been too busy to get married. I’m not seeing anyone right now. You know how difficult it is working for an airline—never in the same place for more than a few days. Are you seeing someone?”

“That’s true, so much travel,” she said. “No, I’m not in a relationship. Our flight schedules make it impossible for us to have a ‘normal’ life. I get hit on by pilots all the time. They must be the most stuck-up people I’ve ever met. Most are ex-RAF pilots and have no clue how to treat women. There are a few male crew members I enjoy hanging out with, but that’s about it.”

“Your drinks,” the server said, giving us each a tall glass.

“Thanks so much,” I acknowledged. “Cheers to you. If you’re not used to alcohol, take it easy; this can pack a punch on an unaccustomed stomach.”

“Cheers to you too, and I know you’ll take care of me if anything happens,” she winked.

Opening Up

We opened up about our lives, past experiences, and the differences between our flying schedules, work methods, and personal goals. Lunch was delicious, and Chef Miguel treated us to a soufflé chocolate mousse that was excellent in taste and presentation.

“Since it’s such a beautiful day, would you like to join me by the poolside, or do you have other plans?” I asked.

“I’m glad you mentioned that. I enjoy lazing by the pool, but I hope you won’t be too critical when you see that I’m as bloated as a baby hippo after this huge lunch!” she replied.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again—you’re simply lovely. If you ever ‘zeppelin out,’ there will be more to love!” I answered.

A Day by the Pool

She looked at me and said, “Did I already hear you say the ‘L’ word?”

“Check, please!” I asked.

The maître d’ came over and said Chef Miguel had taken care of it. “Could you give me a pen and paper, please?” I asked.

“Immediately, sir,” he said, returning promptly with them.

“Much appreciated to the Chef, but you’re still not getting her. She’s mine,” I wrote. “Could you please include this note with a bottle of Bordeaux and present it to him with my compliments? Please bill it to my room, 2920.”

“So now I’m yours?” she asked.

“When compared to him, yes! Are you mine? I hope you’ll give me a bit more time to be fully mine,” I grinned.

Back at the Raffles Hotel

We walked back to the Raffles Hotel, laughing the whole time. I escorted her to her room, then told her I’d see her downstairs at the pool and turned to leave.\

An Inspired Kiss

“Much obliged for lunch and for a beautiful time, and yes, I am inspired,” she said, gazing at me. I leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips.

“You made me the envy of all the men in the eatery,” I said. “I could see their heads turning in awe of you. They all desired to be with you and wanted their dates to be you. You make me look good, madam,” I said, taking a profound bow.

“Alright, see you in the pool, your regal blimpiness,” I said, moving away from her door. She snickered as she went into her room.

Poolside Thoughts

I quickly changed, went to the pool, and lay back, soaking up the sun. My slightly tanned body shimmered with sun lotion mixed with sweat. She leaned down and whispered, “Hi sexy, I’m here.”

She wore a blue costume that flaunted her ample chest. Her sarong wrapped around her waist revealed her swimsuit bottoms through its sheer fabric. Her tanned skin made her look even more charming. Damn, she looked perfect. I was grateful for my flight to Singapore.

“Perfect timing,” I said. “I ordered you an organic juice. It’s a bit warm here.” Leaning toward her ear, I whispered, “You looked amazing in your outfit before, but in this swimsuit, you’ve gone from a 10 to an 11. Everyone here must think I’ve struck it rich!”

“In case you’re trying to woo me, you’re succeeding,” she grinned. “Oh my, do you work out too?” she asked, eyeing my body.

Poolside Laps

“A bit, and I love swimming. I’ve set up this umbrella over your seat for shade. I can move it if you prefer the sun,” I said. “Mind if I take a dip?” I inquired.

“Go ahead, I’ll join you,” she said.

“In case I sink!” I laughed and plunged into the water, doing laps for around 15 minutes. Suddenly, I saw a pair of legs in my swim lane. I knew it was her. I stopped my strokes and slowly approached where she stood, keeping my eyes on her groin. Her legs opened wider as I neared. Extending my arms, I grabbed her waist and surfaced. She removed my swimming goggles, embraced me, and gave me a sensual kiss. Holding her tightly, the world seemed to vanish as I moved her deeper into the water. She wrapped her legs around my waist and whispered, “Alright, I’m turned on. Where to now?”

An Intimate Moment

I held her butt and gently pressed her groin against mine. She responded by pushing her groin into me as well. We moved around the pool in an embrace, neither of us letting go. I was in heaven, simply holding her. My hands ran down her thighs, feeling the muscles in her legs.

“I need to be honest. I was staring at your body underwater,” I admitted.

“I loved that you were checking me out. That’s why I gave you more time to look at me!” she said, embracing me tighter.

“Alright, I gotta ask. Are you a runner? I love your thigh and leg muscles. And your abs are exquisite.”

Back to Her Room

“So are yours, lover,” she said. “I go to the gym and do weights, but my thighs mainly come from rowing when I have time off.”

“A woman after my own heart,” I declared.

“Really?” she asked. “Hey, I’ve had enough of the pool. Shall we go now?” she suggested.

“Yup, I’m done too,” I lied.

We rode up to her room, kissing the whole way. When we reached her door, she held my hand as we entered. I stood there, kissing her and slowly untying the string holding her top. It slipped to the floor, revealing her perfectly shaped chest. They were large and firm with distinct tan lines. Her large areolas made her squirm when I touched her. I wanted to run my tongue over her chest and suck on her areola.

She groaned and squirmed. “I’m very sensitive there,” she said. Her hands hurriedly removed my shorts. “What’s this?” she asked, discovering my Speedos underneath.

“You turn me on immensely,” I said, “and I didn’t want to make it obvious at the pool. You have no clue the effect you’re having on me.”

“Really? Show me,” she said, pulling down my Speedos. Out popped my hard, throbbing member in full glory.

An Intimate Encounter

“You trim your hair?” she inquired.

“Yes, I like to keep it neat. It looks unattractive when it’s not trimmed,” I said.

She sat on the sofa, taking my throbbing member into her hands and then into her mouth. She could only take a third of it, working on my cock that now had the greatest erection of my life. It soon dripped with her saliva, and I could feel pre-cum leaking, which she happily slurped up. I then took my cock out of her mouth, lay her back on the sofa, and removed her swimsuit. She had also trimmed her pubes. She raised her butt to me, revealing tan lines where her bottoms had been. Her exposed cunt lips were thick and puffy. I knelt down, going to work on her pussy. Her womanly scent was delightful, and she tasted like warm nectar. My tongue was in heaven as I inserted it as deep as it would go.

Sensual Connection

She groaned as she felt my tongue dart into her, then move sensually around her clit. Turning around, I continued pleasuring her, moving my hands to her chest and rubbing her breasts. She quickly started moving and squirming.

“Yes, yes. Pinch my tits and rub my nipples!” she groaned. With my mouth still on her, my hands paid attention to her areolas. She soon started kicking her hips and groaned so loudly that I thought everyone could hear her climax. Wave after wave of cum shot from her sweet pussy and shook her body.

Erotic Flight To Singapore

Excited to taste her, I stuck my tongue as deep into her pussy as possible. She gushed her juices into my mouth and over my face. When her tremors died down, I pinched her areolas again, causing her to squirm and groan once more. I barely touched her pussy when she went into another climax, this time with fewer but still strong squirts.

“Mmmmmmm, that was just divine,” she murmured. “Please put your cock in me now – I need it!”

“I’d love to, but I didn’t bring any protection,” I said.

Intense Intimacy

“Don’t worry about that. It’s fine – I’m on the pill,” she answered.

I was on my feet in a moment and carried her to the edge of the bed. Grasping my hard dick, I began sliding it deep into her. As wet as she was, I had some difficulty at first getting it in. Her pussy was tight. Gradually, I worked my way into her as she pressed her tits and pulled her areolas. I managed to get halfway in and began fucking her with more force.

A Passionate Encounter

I was fucking her hard, and she loved it. Her head whipped from side to side as she crushed her tits. With my cock attacking her pussy, her body soon shook with another climax. My manhood was showered with a smooth white fluid, greasing her up even more. This allowed me to get my entire cock deep inside her. I pumped her with renewed energy, and she groaned even more as the fucking got wilder and harder.

I pulled out and flipped her over doggie style, making her kneel on the bed. This made it easier for me to stand up straight and fuck her from the bedside. Her butt was flawless, large, and firm. The white untanned area highlighted her butt hole and pink, juicy cunt. Her pussy lips were spread open, revealing the pink walls of her gap in a huge gape. I couldn’t resist; before putting my cock in her, I stuck my tongue into her cunt and then into her rear end.

Uninhibited Desire

She tasted amazing. She arched her back further and put her head on the pillows. Though I admired her cunt and ass, my straining cock screamed for the softness of her pussy. I stood up and aimed my dick at the entrance of her cunt. I pushed in as far as I could go, and she cried out. Then, I began measured strokes, slowly fucking this beautiful creature.

“Unghhhh, fuck me harder, please,” she asked.

I clutched her hips and began furrowing my throbbing prick into her. I enjoyed the silkiness of her pussy, but the pressing of her cunt soon had my balls screaming for release. Leaning forward, I grabbed her tits as I plunged brutally into her.

Ultimate Release

“Mmmmmm, yes. Yes. Yes,” she groaned, wanting to cum with me.

“I’m drawing near,” I said.

“Shoot your cum in me. I need to feel your man seed,” she groaned.

“Unghhhhh!” I groaned as her cunt pressed my almost-bursting cock. She erupted in another climax and began to squirt again. Feeling this, I released my spunk, thrusting hard into her as I came. I shot four streams of hot sperm into her.

Post-Climax Connection

I stood there, enjoying the feel of my dick in her, as my legs gradually eased onto the bed. My softening cock slipped out of her with a pop as I tumbled down next to her.

“Mmmmmm, you are such a great lover,” she cooed.

“I wanted to do this to you as soon as I saw you,” I admitted.

“So did I,” she said. “I didn’t think I’d see you again and hoped you might call if you flew into Hong Kong.”

“I think we were bound to be together. What were the chances of my schedule being changed to tomorrow and ending up at Raffles in Singapore?” I asked.

She kissed me passionately, and I enjoyed the experience. “I truly appreciate being with you,” she said.

“Me too,” I admitted. “You are one extremely hot and appealing woman, and I am so fortunate to have met you.”

She embraced me and ran her fingers down my cheek. It was certainly worth being on that flight to Singapore.