The Mile High Club

It was a late Friday afternoon; I'd spent the past 2 hours at the airport bar getting sloshed. I'd had a miserable day and the prospect of spending the rest of the day flying wasn't really appealing. I figured if I was drunk enough it wouldn't be so bad.

By the time I boarded the plane, one of those small Canadair models that are quite popular as short distance shuttles, I had drunk enough to be happy. Shortly after take off I had to go to the bathroom. I get to the back of the plane, pull the door and there's a woman facing me with her dress open, revealing her red lace bra and panties. From politeness I apologized and quickly turned my head away. She told me to come in.

I did but then told her that while she was some real nice eye candy, that I really had to piss in a bad way. She moved around so I could access the toilet, not an easy feat as there is barely enough room for one person to maneuver in. I manage to get near the bowl, and it took some concentrating to be able to pee given I was in a tight space with a sexy babe. It was a big relief. She told me not to put away my dick. So I closed the toilet seat and sat on it, dick semi-erect, sticking out of my trousers.

She kneeled and took my dick into her mouth. I got rock hard almost instantaneously. It was a weird and constraining place to be getting a blowjob, but on the other hand there was the definitely possibility of getting caught. And of course there would be the people in the last row, if they were observant who would see him one of them come of out the bathroom, and then the other, and figure out steamy sex.

She was pretty good too. She took my dick all the way down her throat, it fucking rocked. She kept good rhythm and one of her hands was grabbing my balls, and also rubbing in that space, just before the asshole. At times she'd pull it all the way out and give me a noisy kiss on the tip. Just as I thought I was going to come she stopped. I was going to ask her why she stopped, when she motioned for me to switch places with her.

She kneeled on the toilet seat, putting her ass, and cunt at a very good height. I rammed it into her wet pussy. What an ass this chick had. It was round and firm, well contoured, and elegant, and screaming to be fucked. I gave it to her good and hard, like the slut deserved, I mean she had to be a slut to be fucking me, a total stranger in the plane. She was telling me to go faster and harder. I did and she got even wetter. I watched myself ram my cock into her cunt, watched it as it emerged each time and went back in for more.

I reached out and grabbed her breasts, and pinched her nipples. She seemed to respond well to that, so without warning as I penetrated her, I slapped her ass. Asked her if she was a little slut. She told me she was and to keep fucking her. I went as fast I could go given the fact there was some turbulence at that point, and went between slapping her ass and pinching her nipples. I could feel her all tense, I could feel her cunt tightening around my cock and pulsating. I was getting completely soaked in sweat and I couldn't retain myself much longer. I came hard and grunted.

The little whore seemed satisfied. She had a big smile on her face. I zipped up my paths, combed my hair, and dried off my face with a paper towel. She had buttoned up her dress, somewhat, yet leaving little to the imagination. She got out of the bathroom first. I followed her shortly after. I saw the look on the guy's face nearest to the exit to the bathroom, and he gave me a thumb's up.

The dreaded flight had turned into an experience I would not soon forget. When I got off the plane, I noticed that she left in the arm of some other man, quite a bit older then me, and she winked at me when she noticed me as she walked away.


Written February 9th, 2001
Jessica Lovecraft
Lovecraft Productions (c) 2001