I’m a former commercial flight attendant who managed to land a cushy corporate gig.

If you can adjust to the twenty-four-hour advance schedule notices, handle lots of diva demands with grace, store and serve caviar properly, and more or less be prepared to fly like James Bond all over the world, then it’s a step up. At the very least, it’s a wild ride — and it suits me just fine.

Even beyond traveling, I’ve always been one for adventure; I crave sexual variety in a way that some people might find excessive — or they’re just too shy to try it out for themselves. I’ve had my share of sexy strangers in exotic ports of call. But let’s face it: Everyone sleeps alone sometimes. And at least in my view, that’s no excuse not to still have a good time. “Flying solo” should be fun, too — hence, I keep a pretty extensive “kit” packed away in my carry-on. Many of the newer vibrators out there are small, non-phallic, and “travel-sized,” but go figure — I’m both a “size queen” and an anal fanatic, so I often need to be a bit more creative about hiding that larger dildo or butt-plug collection. Hey, if I can’t find a cute guy with an accent to fuck my ass after another transatlantic flight, I have to get by somehow, right?

However, a few months ago, my jet-setting and bed-hopping pattern took a surprising turn. My longtime colleague Darian and I had just flown from London to Lisbon. With the VIPs deplaned and well on their way, the two of us made our way back to the small crew storage area to retrieve our bags.

Even though the two of us have maintained a strictly professional and platonic kind of relationship, there was always a spark between us that made me wonder if the attraction was mutual. Darian is tall, darker-skinned, and made of lean muscle. Not going to lie: I have sometimes fantasized about a “layover” of the literal kind, but my sense of professional etiquette always got the better of me.

“Nice working with you today, Lexi.” Darian looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me as we walked down the aisle.

“Likewise! It was a relief to see a friendly face, especially after dealing with that Tokyo-to-Seattle flight last week.” I chuckled and shook my head. “The story of the Japanese businessmen who wanted a 30-pound turkey served on their flight, as well as how I managed to get it through security — that’s definitely one for my memoirs.”

Darian laughed. “Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up!”

“Nope,” I grinned. “Want to grab dinner? I’m craving tapas.”

“Sure. I’m jetting to Bali tomorrow, so I wouldn’t mind a good meal and some sleep.”

“You got the Bali flight?” I pouted. “Lucky.”

Darian chuckled. “I’ll let you have it next time.” He sniffled a little. “My sinuses are driving me nuts. Maybe that warm air will help.”

“I have some decongestant in my purse?” I offered.

“Oh my God, really? I’ll buy you dinner tonight if I can have some.”

“No worries,” I smiled. “It should be right in here.” I reached for my little black carry-on tote. Usually I keep little “emergency” provisions in the outer pocket, but I was too busy quasi-flirting with Darian to notice that I had unzipped the middle pocket. Before I could react, my jeweled butt plug and purple pocket-rocket vibrator slipped right out and landed on the floor in front of Darian.

At first, the sight of my toys on the ground didn’t seem to register, but then, almost as if in slow motion, Darian did a double take, his mouth gasping open in awe.

I’m a strawberry blonde — and my otherwise pale face must’ve turned red enough to match! “Oh — oh my God,” I stammered.

Darian touched my arm, and while I stood there positively stupefied, he bent down to retrieve my toys. He cleared his throat. “So, ah, Lexi — somehow I don’t think these are for your stuffy nose.” He brandished the jeweled butt plug and teased me: “Where does this go, hmm?”

I couldn’t help it: I doubled over laughing — I had to give him credit for knowing how to lighten the mood. Still, though, I felt totally flushed. “Oh my God,” I muttered again, trying to compose myself. “I’m so — ” I put my toys back in the pocket.

“Hey — no, don’t feel bad. There is absolutely no reason to.” Darian paused, “Besides, everyone’s got needs.”

I could feel his eyes lingering on me, and I looked up to meet his gaze. Under the circumstances, I figured I had nothing to lose: “What about yours?”

Darian grinned. “Tell you what: Have dinner with me, and then we can talk about what else you’d maybe like to put inside that fine ass of yours, or you can show me how you wear that nice booty jewelry.”

My face lit up. “I think I’m more about showing than telling.”

Darian shrugged. “No need to rush. We got at least eighteen hours here.”

“I’m not rushing. I just don’t like waiting.” I reached into my bag again. “Here’s your decongestant. Give me an hour and meet me in my room.”

Darian chuckled. “All right, then.”

As I raced ahead of him and exited the plane, I felt dizzy, still processing the sudden shift in my situation. By the time I got to my hotel, my panties were soaked through. I jumped in the shower — and not a moment too soon, because Darian showed up early.

I came to the door wrapped in only my towel.

“Am I interrupting anything? Because I know you hate to wait,” Darian teased me.

“No, you’re right on time.” I licked my lips and dropped the towel. “Join me.” I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist; I’ve never been shy about showing off my body. Besides having a peaches-and-cream complexion, I have a slender frame with long legs, small but full B-cup breasts, and a heart-shaped ass that benefits from regular lunges and squats.

“Goddamn.” Darian leaned in and pulled me into a passionate embrace. In a flurry I helped him undress, leaving his clothes all over the floor. The outline of his hard dick straining beneath his boxer briefs was impressive.

I knelt down and traced his length with my fingertip. “My, oh my. I had my suspicions about this.”

“Did you, now?”

I giggled and slowly lowered his boxer briefs. However, nothing could have prepared me for the wall of flesh that sprang out of the flimsy cotton prison.

The look on my face must’ve have been meme-worthy; Darian started laughing.

“Holy shit.” My mouth was hanging open.

“Are you OK?” Darian asked.

I looked up at him with a smirk. “I’m determined: somehow, some way, that monster cock is going up my ass tonight!”

“One thing at a time.” Darian helped me up and guided me into the shower. We lathered up, and quickly things became even dirtier.

“I’ve been wanting you since I first saw you.” Darian squeezed my butt cheeks and pulled me close.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, Lexi — I’d get hard thinking about your pretty lips and how those would feel — and then I’d see your ass in your uniform skirt.” He laughed and shook his head: “You have no idea what you’ve been doing to me on all these flights.”

“Well, now’s your chance; do it to me.” I stroked his shaft, but to my chagrin, he swatted my hand away.

“Uh-uh — tonight, I want this to be all about you.” Darian proceeded to kiss his way down my body until he reached my shaved pussy lips. And from there, he dove into my snatch with his tongue, teasing my clit first.

I moaned loudly. “Oh, God, I want to fuck you so bad!”

“Oh no, I have to do your ‘back’ first, baby.” Darian moved around so he was kneeling behind me in the shower, and from there, he ate my ass and finger-fucked me until my knees buckled from pleasure.

At that point, we moved our fun onto the bed. Darian was eager to see my special jeweled plug in action, and I eagerly obliged. I lubed it up, slid it inside of me, and then got on all fours so Darian could take in the view.

“Well?” I looked back and wiggled my butt.

“I think you could sell more jewelry than Tiffany’s does.”

I reached back and stroked my clit. “Then you better get a move on, mister.”

Darian didn’t disappoint; he rammed me with his thick rod from behind, and we went at it doggy-style until I came. Nothing beats the sensation of feeling both my holes occupied. However, this was “butt” a preview of the “feature presentation” for which I’d been lusting.

After Darian pulled out and let me recover from my first orgasm, we decided to take the plunge. He put on a condom and lubed up. “You sure?”

“Mmm, yes, please!” I removed my jeweled plug, feeling ready to take my anal game higher than ever.

Darian gently lubed up my tiny rosebud, which gaped a little bit from the toy. And then very gently, he eased his massive member through the tight ring of muscle past the point of no return.

I inhaled sharply as I acclimated to his considerable girth. “Oh, fuck!”

“Use your other toy, baby,” Darian encouraged me.

I reached for my faithful pocket rocket, which was sitting on the nightstand with the plug. And as Darian plunged deeper into my asshole, I switched on the vibrator and began to stroke my clit.

Once our bodies got into rhythm, it wasn’t long before his incredible cock was bottoming out inside of me and his balls were slapping against my ass cheeks.

“Oh, fuck! I love fucking your ass, Lexi!” Darian moaned.

The vibrations on my clit plus the thrill of having my ass so filled and stretched sent me into an even higher octave of pleasure.

Mind you, I have loved anal sex for some time and have experienced anal orgasms before; but owing to Darian’s size, the sensation was both new and overpowering. My moans transformed into an operatic aria as my ass spasmed around his huge dick and my clit exploded in pure bliss: “Ooooh, yesssssss! I’m coming!”

Darian clutched my hips and gasped, emptying his load deep inside.

As the last of my orgasm rocked through me, I collapsed face-down on the duvet.

The next morning, poor weather grounded all flights, so I went back to my hotel — where luckily, I had help securing my toys and packing my rear all over again.