Pilot in the Cock Pit

My bosses always ask me, Walter how do you do it? How do you do those 7+ hour flights with such a short staff? I always say, “Time flies when you’re having fun” and people always laugh and move on, not wanting to talk me out of my cheap labor.
I’m 45 years old, average looking, 6 foot but with a little “heft” to me, not quite fat, but not bothering to be in shape, single, and have been a pilot for over 10 years. Around the 5 year mark I hit my stride and had a system going with a fast and easy flight stewardess where we’d bang in-between flights. But eventually I got moved to the big game flights, the long hauls and waiting until the aircraft landed for 7-12 hours for a quick fuck wasn’t cutting it. My stewardess didn’t have the stamina for what I needed and wanted out, but black mail is a bitch and not wanting her boss to know she’d been fucking the indispensable pilot she kept her mouth shut. So I’d take her in the cockpit while my long time co-pilot, Henry, would take an extended “bathroom break” and I’d slip him a 50 when I was done.
About a year ago things changed. Grabbing my Stewardess’s arm after Henry left she put her arms up and said frantically,
“Wait!”
“For what? I’ve been waiting 3 hours for you to do your damn food run, I’m tired of waiting.”
I jerked her closer and she braved herself, whimpering slightly, then blurted out,
“I can get you someone else! Someone better!”
I stopped, intrigued, my dick rock hard in my pants, I’d been nursing the hard on for hours and I didn’t want her to trick me and not come back.
“Who?” I demanded, grabbing her hair and pulling back to show her I meant business.
She flinched and then spoke, stuttering a little.
“The UM, she’s pretty, gorgeous really, I’m in charge of her till we hit Russia. I’ll bring her to you!”
I stood there stunned for a moment, The Unaccompanied Minor? I racked my brain trying to remember if I’d seen her, the passengers entering was a total blur. I eyed my Stewardess,
“How old? I’m no babysitter.”
“She’s 16. She’s quiet, she’s upset because she’s being sent her her grandparent’s for the summer and has never been to Russia. Her Parents made her a UM because they were afraid she’d run off.”
I looked over the woman before me, the uniform was hot, but she looked used and suddenly trashy, hell she was used and trashy, I’d been the one using her. I let her go.
“Bring her. I’ll make a call over the speaker announcing a lucky passenger getting to visit the pilot in 5. If you don’t come back with her, I’ll beat you and leave you in Russia.”
She quickly fled the cock pit, closing the door behind her.
I checked to make sure all my gauges were in place and the altitude was set on the auto pilot. Checking the time, it was 18:00 hours meaning we still had 6 hours before landing in St. Petersburg. In case the girl wasn’t what I wanted I decided to start out friendly, and zipped up my pants and buckled my belt. Looking around I tried to find something in case there was noise, normally I had black mail on my side when I took a reluctant partner, now I’d have to prepare a game plan.
Finding one of the more heavy duty oxygen mask (you wont find one of these bad boys in coach) I set it to the side so I had it on hand and picked up the mic to make my announcement.
“Attention flyers, my lovely flight attendant will be choosing a lucky flyer to come join the pilot up front for the duration of this flight to get a direct look at how a plane flies!”
I waited impatiently until I heard clapping as the door opened and my attendant led a confused and blushing girl onto the flight deck.
She was gorgeous. About 5 foot with black hair cascading down to the middle of her back. You could tell she had Russian lineage. She was dressed comfortably for the flight in jean shorts that showed off her tanned legs, lean like a runner of some sort. Her whole body had an athletic build to it, her breasts were a full and perky B cup under a plain cotton T shirt. Her biggest turn on however had to be her lips. pouty and full, they were set in a slight frown either at being brought up here in front of everyone, or at her current summer plans. Regardless, I didn’t much care, she’d more than do for my needs.
“Hey sweet heart, “ I said warmly, beckoning her forward into the cramped room.
“What’s your name?”
She looked at me uncertainly, but not untrusting and responded
“Sasha”
Her voice was as soft as her name, and I gave a pointed look at the Stewardess to leave. She did, and quickly. Making an excuse about grabbing more beverages. Sasha looked backed, dismayed as the woman left, but in seconds the door was shut and it was just the two of us.
“Well Sasha, why don’t you come here and I’ll show you how the controls work.”
She came forward tentatively, looking curiously at all the flashing lights and knobs. I gestured towards the blinking lights
“Pretty cool huh?”
She nodded, looking at all of it, becoming more at ease. The only view in front of us was a never ending valley of clouds, the cockpit itself was set to night mode for the evening, making the colors of the buttons reflect on her sexy pouty face.
This would be a lot easier if she compliant, so staying seated, I put my hand on her back and said.