NSFW Story - Khadi, The Parisian Flight Attendant

Hi fam!

Here is another written Erotica story. I actually wrote this story a while ago and I remember it being quite popular on Wattpad. I made some changes and added illustrations. I hope you'll enjoy it! 

But please bear with me 😅, I'm not a professional writer by any means and my English is far from perfect! 

I do love writing though. 

Please feel free to leave a comment below. Feedback is always appreciated!

Thank you ❤️😊🙏🏼

Love you all!

Ken

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Khadi, The Parisian Flight Attendant 

I remember how excited I felt when I arrived at the airport in Paris. Things were going so well for me. I was living in London at the time and I just got promoted. The company I worked for asked me to come to New York City to meet the new management team. I started to finally reap the benefits from years of sacrificing and grinding like a madman. I was one step closer to fulfilling my childhood dream to live in NY. The birthplace of HipHop. During the golden era when HipHop was about unity, creativity, positivity and culture, the movement of the loud minority. As an artist of color no movement inspired me more, gave me more hope growing up. I was raised in a predominantly white town in Europe where I felt ostracized and discriminated against due to my migrant background. It was tough.

I always felt that I would find acceptance and be able to unlock my full potential as an artist in NY.

Eventually through hard work I managed to move to London, a city just as diverse as NY and that was the very moment I experienced freedom for the first time. Just by being amongst POC from all backgrounds and walks of life. A place where white people are not the majority. But London was just a stepping stone to get me closer to NY as there are strong ties between the UK and the US. I could feel that I was close to reaching my goal.

The smell of freedom is great.

I was glowing and radiated happiness. I flew business class with a French airline and had a connecting flight from London to NYC via Paris. 

My dad used to live in Paris and Marseille as a young man. He then became a French Legionnaire, a soldier of the French legion. The Legionnaires are the most notorious and highly trained infantry soldiers of the French army. A private army known for fighting on the front lines of the worst wars, Legionnaires get paid very well and can retire early. The things he experienced are unimaginable. 

He never got paid and his citizenship was taken from him. He had to flee into exile to avoid imprisonment, my father has no citizenship of any country and he can never go back to France... but that's a different story maybe for another time.

I do love Paris.

I can relate to the mentality of the cosmopolitan Parisian. I was raised with similar values and etiquettes. Growing up my dad was broke and an abusive alcoholic, he was a troubled man but he came from good stock. One thing he taught me was how to be a gentleman.

I only stayed at the Parisian airport for a couple of hours before I had to take off again, but the fact that I was on Parisian soil alone made me feel happy. I always had such a great time there and it brought back memories.

I learned one thing in life, in order to feel content and to experience happiness you need to appreciate and pay attention to the little things. I love to daydream and lose myself in memories.

I boarded the plane and while I was about to store my bag in the hand-luggage compartment the steward approached me from behind and said: "Would you care for a refreshment, mademoiselle?"

I wore my hair out that day! I couldn't help it but I purposely turned around with an angry facial expression. The poor guy's mouth dropped and his face turned bright red. He apologized and started to stutter. I burst out laughing and said, "I’m just kidding! 😂" He looked relieved and laughed as well.

Business class passengers are often assholes. Many take themselves way too serious and they are often quite rude to the staff which I hate to witness. I'm always friendly. It doesn’t hurt or cost you anything to be kind, and being kind often opens all sorts of unexpected doors.

We became buddies after that, I really liked that guy. He had a great sense of dry humor and he was charming just how you would imagine a French male flight attendant to be.

In the booth next to me sat a mid-age white American business guy in a suit. I greeted him with a smile and he just blanked me. I just thought "There you go, these corporate dicks are so predictable".

The steward brought champagne and told me that he wasn't responsible for my aisle, but his colleague would take good care of me.

And this was when I spotted her for the first time. She was the definition of natural beauty. She had thick long locs tucked in a high bun, dark skin, beautiful dark brown, almond shaped eyes, high cheekbones and full, sensual lips. She was stunning! She looked like a gracious French African queen.

She looked wonderful in her uniform. Her aura was gentle and classy.

She wore a thin layer of makeup. You could tell she wasn't so much the flashy type of person, she came across more like a woman who embraces her natural beauty who is cool with little imperfections. I loved that about her vibe.

She looked straight at me from the far back and I wondered, why? She must have noticed me observing her even though I did it discreetly. The female intuition sees everything! Shy as I am, I pretended that I didn't notice. I sipped on my champagne and started to search for a movie to watch.

She then walked towards me. Her body language was so graceful. She had lovely long legs and wider hips.

She approached me by my last name and introduced herself as Khadi. She had a warm smile and kind eyes. She handed me the dinner menu and asked if I would fancy another beverage.

Her big eyes were mesmerizing. I always get shy around attractive women, but I was very polite, like a gentleman. We smiled at each other and I instantly felt a connection. I looked at the wine menu and chose a glass of Merlot.

She kept looking at me while she spoke to the unfriendly businessman next to me. My heart started to beat a tiny bit faster each time our eyes met. Or was it the champagne kicking in?

She came back and presented the bottle of red wine to me and I had a glimpse at the label. She gracefully bent over and poured a little into a glass for me to taste. Her body was so close to mine at that moment that I could smell her wonderful fragrance, which sparked even more desire and attraction. It felt so nice to be in her presence. Feeling her precious, feminine energy.

I enjoyed the taste of the wine and gave her a big smile. When I smiled her face lit up and she smiled back at me. She smiled with her wonderful eyes as much as with her sensual mouth. So sincere and pure. She slowly filled my glass and all I could think of was how mesmerizing her aura was.

I am someone that doesn't give much away at first. I'm always polite, friendly and smiley but sometimes I can be a bit too formal. That's because I freeze inside if I get too much attention or if I admire a person. It takes time for me to open up. I don't think she realized how attractive I found her at that point.

But to my surprise, from that moment on, whenever she walked past my seat I could literally feel her presence as if her energy demanded my attention. In the beginning, she just looked at me from the corner of her eyes but as time went past we had more and more eye contact. We smiled at each other with our eyes. I love to communicate with my eyes. Eyes often say so much more than words. But only if you have a deep soul, it doesn't work with shallow eyes.

I decided to watch a Hollywood movie, a drama called "The Promise". It was about the Armenian genocide that took place in Turkey during the Ottoman period. It was quite moving at one point. Two tears ran down my face just as Khadi walked past me.

She saw my tears and smiled with an expression of empathy. I felt a little embarrassed even though I'm not ashamed of being sensitive. I feel for others and that is nothing to be ashamed of, even if it’s just a movie.

Being empathetic doesn't make me weak or less masculine. Not many men are as strong as me, mentally. No man who tried to challenge me ever succeeded against me.

After the movie, a three-course dinner was being served. I noticed that Khadi was a little clumsy when she served me. She dropped my cutlery and almost even tipped over my glass of wine. I found it charming and very endearing.

I fell into a deep sleep after the meal. The red wine took me out. When I woke up a few hours later I noticed that I was suddenly covered by a quilt and that my chair was in a fully reclined position. I instantly knew that it was her. Khadi did that for me. I remember thinking "Please Lord, I hope I didn't snore or dribble 😭"

But the thought of her making sure that I was comfortable made me feel all cozy and warm inside. Only a woman's nurturing energy can give a man this feeling of ultimate comfort. I not only felt warm inside but also down below. I became aroused under the cover. I closed my eyes and touched myself discreetly for a few seconds, playing with the thought of her touching and kissing me...

I came back to my senses and suddenly the funny male steward appeared. He whispered to me "I don't mean to bother you sir, but I just need to tell you that my colleague thinks you are amazing. She keeps telling me how attracted she is to you and your charm, and that she feels embarrassed for being so clumsy around you. She only behaves like this because you make her feel nervous. She likes you my friend."

I couldn't believe what I just heard! She attracted to me?

I expressed my gratitude and told him that I felt extremely flattered. He gave me a wink and disappeared again.

I felt so good about myself at that moment, I couldn't stop smiling, and I thought “The French are really as romantic as they say."

But her vibe changed after that. From that moment on whenever she walked past me she looked a little distressed and rushed, and she didn't look at me anymore. I was trying to get her attention but she avoided eye contact. Eventually, I didn't see her anymore. The steward took her place instead.

He approached me again and said that he was sorry to have bothered me. He looked regretful. I told him not to worry and that I felt honored.

A couple hours went past and no sight of her. I watched another movie and people around me started to fall asleep. The lights were dimmed.

And then, all of a sudden, Khadi reappeared. She squatted down next to me and whispered in this wonderful French accent "Excuse me, sir, I'm deeply sorry for what my colleague said to you, I hope it didn't make you feel uncomfortable, I’m so sorry for the inconvenience."

She looked so incredibly embarrassed, almost as if she wanted to cry. I really felt for her, at the same time I admired her bravery and to see her so vulnerable made my heart melt. A beautiful woman like her should never feel embarrassed. But for her to assume that I didn't find her equally as attractive just showed how humble she was as a person. Humility to me is probably one of, if not the most valued qualities a person could possess.

I reached for her hand, moved closer to her and looked deep into her amazing brown eyes. I quietly said "Khadi, please don't apologize, I feel the same for you, I am equally attracted to you. I find you very beautiful and the fact that you feel attracted to me makes me very happy and proud. Thank you so much."

You should have seen the change in her face. She suddenly looked so relieved and happy. She put her other hand on top of mine, smiled and quietly asked: "You do?"

I took her hand and kissed it gently and replied: "I do... so much". And in this moment I could literally feel how all barriers vanished. We both let each other inside.

One of the other flight attendants gave her a sign, she discreetly got back up and walked down the aisle to give her colleague a hand. While she walked away she turned around to look at me again with this expression I will never forget. A mixture of admiration, desire, and happiness.

The dude next to me had his mouth open. He was completely confused over what he just witnessed. 😂

I was on cloud nine, I felt butterflies. What a beautiful and special moment. I knew I would cherish this memory for the rest of my life. I felt inspired, confident, honored and aroused. All

at once! I couldn't stop smiling. Only a woman has the power to make a man feel that way.

She swapped with the steward to work on my side again and I watched her perform her job. I now unapologetically observed her from top to bottom. And she kept looking at me too. We both were radiating sensual energy towards one another.

Her ass looked so sexy in her tight skirt. Her stunning face, the hair. I kept biting my lips, my imagination began to run wild. I wanted her so bad. Make love to her so bad. She kept turning around and looked at me with this seductive yet obsequious look in her eyes. A bit as if she was the prey and I was the predator. She felt my desire.

I couldn’t stop wondering if she was as aroused as me. As wet as I was hard. Just from looking at each other we knew that the sexual chemistry was strong between us.

We flirted with each other through our eyes. She enjoyed the attention and that I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She came over to me just before the plane prepared for landing. She told me that she would stay in NY for a night before she had to return back to Paris. We agreed to have dinner later that evening. She secretly gave me a piece of paper with the name of a hotel. She whispered "Meet me at the lobby at 8:00 pm"

We landed. Khadi stood at the exit and said goodbye to passengers leaving the plane. I shook the steward's hand and we said goodbye as if we knew each other for years. Life is all about making meaningful connections, these moments are what make life so worth living.

I then went over to Khadi. I gently gave her a kiss on the cheek and a warm hug in front of everybody.

I looked at her and said thank you. She was blushing and froze. She looked at me. The time stood still for a split second. As if it was just her and I, nobody else.

Everyone stared at us and suddenly one female passenger shouted "Wow! What a nice way to say good-bye!"

I left the plane, went through security and took a cab to Manhattan. I remember feeling incredibly euphoric. I made it to NY after all! Hard work really pays off.

The city was vibrant and full of life just as I imagined.

I arrived at my hotel and checked in.

I couldn't stop thinking about Khadi, I was still so turned on from all the build up. I literally felt as if I was walking around with a loaded gun. I took a shower and finally released myself to the thought of her. It was so needed and it felt amazing. My dick virtually exploded.

I rested after and fell asleep.

I remember that I felt on top of the world when I left the hotel to meet Khadi. Here I was, in NYC, on my way to meet the most stunning lady from Paris, who admires me. And I thought to myself, little Asian boy Kenny is the shit after all.

When I saw Khadi the whole world stood still. She looked absolutely breathtaking. 

She wore a tight black dress, black high heels and she had her hair down. We hugged and looked deep into each other's eyes. I gently kissed both of her cheeks, as you do in Europe 😊

I had booked a table at a nice restaurant not too far away. We dined and got to know each other. We spoke about life, family and our backgrounds.

Her parents were from Senegal, she was born in Paris.

She was very touchy. She observed my hands and touched my hair, even putting her hand on my leg at one point. Her personality was bubbly, easy going and warm. We vibed as if we knew each other for years. We both felt so comfortable and I loved her open and natural personality. She made me lose my shyness completely, I could be completely myself.

We laughed non stop and complemented each other for the whole time. We drank champagne and started to feel tipsy. After dinner, we walked over to the bar where I put my arms around her. She gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. Her face turned serious and she said: "I like you, Ken". I replied, "I like you too, Khadi". 

We kissed passionately. 

I remember a couple at the bar complimenting us, saying that we were beautiful. She looked so proud and confident, what a queen she was. And I could tell that she enjoyed being looked at by strangers while kissing me.

We kept flirting and couldn't keep our hands off each other. Eventually, she whispered into my ear. "Ken, let’s make love tonight" I kissed her, took her hand and we left. We took a cab to my hotel.

The company I worked for booked me a luxurious five star hotel. I had a very nice room with a stunning view over Manhattan and it made me proud when I saw how impressed she was.

I turned on the playlist of my favorite Rn'B songs and dimmed the light. She walked over to me, kissed me and took my shirt off. She gently pushed me onto the bed and sat on my lap. I kissed her neck, my hands all over her, I took my time with everything. She sighed as she squirmed on my lap breathing into my mouth in between biting and sucking my lips.

I then slowly took her dress off while kissing her shoulders and her collarbone. Her beautiful dark skin was so smooth like silk. She didn't wear a bra. Her breasts were gorgeous and her nipples hard. I licked and kissed them softly.

She reached for my bulge and squeezed my dick while I slid my hand into her panties. She sighed when I gently touched her clit with the tip of my finger. 

I slowly went further down to her wet spot. And to my surprise she was completely soaked. All because of me! This made very happy. She whispered, "fuck me, Ken".

She moved graciously like a submissive cat waiting for me to dominate her.

She was so beautiful, her body was so natural and feminine.

I softly kissed her wet lips, her tongue felt warm and comforting.

I kissed her neck, her wonderful tits and moved further down.

I bit into her panties and gently removed her thong with my teeth. She laughed.

I spread her legs further apart and continued by kissing her thighs, then her inner thighs. Passionately caressing, kissing and licking all around her wet cunt.

I blew a little stream of air from my mouth onto the surface, and in response, her pussy pulsated. As if she was talking to me, telling me to hurry up, patiently waiting to be caressed by my tongue. Her scent was so lovely.

She started to breath heavier and I decided not to torture her any longer.

I started by licking her clit only once just to see her reaction. The sound effect she made in response was so sexy that I could literally feel the blood rushing through the veins of my hard cock. She tasted amazing!

From that point I couldn't get enough of it. Of her.

I ate her out like there was no tomorrow, I sucked her clit and fingered her pussy vigorously, and it drove her absolutely insane. She massaged my head with her nails and played with my hair. Her body was bending and shaking, her eyes rolled to the back. My face was covered in her juices, I loved feeling her grow wetter and wetter all over my face.

I could tell that she was about to cum. She stopped me and pulled me up. She kissed me and licked my lips and face to get a taste of herself.

She reached for my dick, I was rock hard. She told me how pretty my dick was just before shoving it in her mouth. 

She looked at me with this submissive expression while taking every inch of me deep into her throat. Fuck! It felt so good that I had to release a loud moan. She was turned on by the sound I made and sighed while her lips were wrapped around my shaft. She touched herself while sucking the dear life out of my cock.

I squeezed and massaged her wonderful soft tits. Part of me would have loved to just cum there and then. It felt so fucking good and it would have been so sexy to just cum inside her warm, wet mouth, while she is looking into my eyes, fingering herself.

But I wanted to be inside her, feel all of her essence and most importantly make her orgasm too.

She moaned and whispered again, "Please fuck me, baby!" I quickly grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

Khadi looked so pure, just laying there, fully exposed, waiting for her walls to be filled with my throbbing dick.

I pushed her legs wide open. Taking a good look at her. She was fully waxed. I took in all of her beauty, her open labia, her clitoris, her wetness, her precious sight aroused me even more.

I had to quickly taste her pussy again. She was just too beautiful and delicious for me to resist. And hearing her moan was just the sweetest sound you could ever imagine.

I rubbed her clit with the tip of my dick and purposely only inserted the tip without going all the way in. 

I paused and kissed her and waited for her reaction. She sighed and grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and slowly pushed me all the way deep inside her while lifting her hips. A spasm of pleasure shot through her, she exhaled and moaned deeply. The sound was so sexy that it instantly made my dick grow harder and bigger inside her tight pussy.

It felt so good being inside her. So close to her with nothing in between us, besides a thin layer of latex.

I gripped her waist and rode her with firm steady thrusts. She lifted her head and watched my cock pumping in and out of her. She enjoyed seeing my hard cock slamming inside her pussy, all covered in her arousal.

I was pounding her deep and hard now.. She opened her legs wider for me and shouted "Yes baby, fuck me!"

I turned her around and slapped her sexy ass twice before shoving my dick back inside her. I fucked her as hard and deep as I could. 

We were both fully covered in sweat. Her dark, shiny skin made her look like a beautiful ancient goddess. I couldn’t believe that this was happening. I thought to myself “please don’t let this just be a dream”

Her body was shaking and her breath was getting shorter and shorter.

She begged, "Choke me!" I grabbed her throat and kept blowing her back out.

I bent forward to reach her clitoris with my fingertips while keep thrusting my dick inside her from behind.

Her moans were getting louder and louder as I rubbed her swollen knot, concentrating all sensation and energy in her pelvis.

Working her clitoris with two fingers while fucking her deep and hard was more than she could take.

She kept screaming "Yes Ken, yes!!"

I could feel she was about to cum, but I wanted to see her face. I quickly threw her body back around. She clenched her thighs around me as I kept pushing my dick inside her fast and deep, using all my body weight.

She came with a loud cry, and a shudder, her pussy gripping and grabbing at my cock. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. It was beautiful to witness her being so vulnerable in that moment.

I stopped. She touched my face with both hands and said "Don't stop. Cum for me baby, cum mon amour" She kept moaning so beautifully while I continued to thrust into her precious body. And when I was just about to cum she grabbed my ass cheeks again pulling me deeper inside her with each thrust, whispering: "Yes baby cum inside me..."

I closed my eyes and moaned loudly while cummin inside her. 

I came so hard! It felt so amazing... SHE felt so amazing.

Khadi looked at me and said in her wonderful French accent "You're so beautiful, my Japanese king".

My body felt weak, warm and drowsy.

We both kissed and cuddled. It was a true blessing to share such an intimate, spiritual and beautiful experience with a true goddess. The trust we felt for each other was pure and sincere and I wondered how it was possible to feel so comfortable around each other, even though we only just met. She accepted me fully and took all my fears away.

And she felt the same way about me.

We then took a bath together and made love over and over again until the morning.

It was fate that our souls met.

We were true soulmates from two different worlds that could not be further apart. 

An African queen and her Japanese king ❤️.

The end.