The Helicopter Ride That Took Flight

For one of my birthdays in my 40's, I did something I’d never done before… I took a helicopter ride. Talk about feeling alive—the view from above, the silence and of course, a hot pilot stranger sitting right next to me.

We banked left in mid-flight and my body instinctively reached out for something to steady me. And in that exact moment, my hand gripped something solid, warm and undeniably masculine.

I froze. My pulse racing. It wasn’t a brush, darling—it was a full-on grab.

Now, don’t get me wrong, the guy was hot AF. But I quickly retracted my hand, thinking: fuck... I put my hands under my legs, holding them down to stop myself from doing that again.

But, OMFG—within five minutes, we banked again and yes, I did it again. This time, I glanced at him and he was smirking, clearly aware of the tension building between us.

My mind, of course, did what any seductress’ mind does—it started wandering. “What if?”

I casually said, “I hope you don’t have a girlfriend…”

He chuckled. “Nope.”

Phew. Instant relief. And just like that, my mind shifted from “What if?” to “Hello, Mr. Saturday night… ready to play?”

The rest of the flight? Flirty glances, banter, moments that had me wondering if I’d just found my next big adventure. By the time we landed, I wasn’t about to let this moment slip away.

I took his business card—not for the Google review, but as a way to weave him into my web of pleasure.

Later that evening, I sent a simple text—a teaser to see if he’d bite. A test to see if he was ready to get pulled into my world... And then it came in. The response. Insert giggle, as my mind thought: Well hello, Mr. Pilot…

The conversation quickly turned deliciously flirtatious, as I hinted that I was a “sexy massage therapist” and suggested he indulge sometime soon.

A few weeks later, the text I’d been waiting for came through: “I’d love to come around if you're free.”

Boom. Game on, baby.

I welcomed him into my world, my space. Tall, dark and oh-so-hot, he laid down on my bed. God, this guy was too hot to be in the usual massage room. I wanted the scent of his skin to linger in my bed long after he was gone.

As I glided my hands over his body, I couldn’t stop thinking: Mr. Pilot, you are one hell of a sexy human and I'm going to devour you.

The way his muscles relaxed under my touch was a delight. But then, he rolled over—and everything shifted.

There it was. His cock, sent from heaven.

Hard. Thick. Long. Purrrrrfect. Just waiting for me. My tongue swirled around my lips. My mouth watered. My body got wet as I stared at it, feeling every ounce of lust and power coursing through me. This moment was mine. His eyes locked with mine and we both knew—this was just the beginning.

I slowly lowered my mouth, my tongue exploring, teasing and tasting. And when the release came, I was on fire. In control. A goddess. Powerful. Hot. Seductive.

Sure, I could’ve just ridden him into oblivion. But no, this was about delicious control. Every moment, a tantalising tease, knowing I’d given him just the right amount of pleasure to make him want to come back for more.

And guess what? He did.

Check out my next Sexyfiles to see how round two went down… and trust me, it was even hotter than the first.

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