Airplane Bathroom Hookup: Strangers at 30,000 Feet!

Vacation was over.

Of course, I didn’t expect to come back with an airplane bathroom hookup story. I was so excited. Not to go back from vacation, there was nothing to be excited about regarding that ending. I was going home to return to work and return to my schedule. Boring. I wasn’t happy about any of that. What I mean is, for a second, I thought that I had an empty seat next to me. Why would I think that would turn into an airplane bathroom hookup?

You were running late, and I had a middle seat on our flight. The attendants were making their last call, and here you come stumbling down the aisle, swinging your bag up into the compartment above the empty aisle seat. It belongs to you. I suppose that means that I will not be able to stretch out my elbow or foot during the course of these five hours. Thanks for that. Thanks for being on time, but not on time enough to prevent me from getting a glimmer of hope.

I turn my head to catch a glimpse of you.

The first thing I notice is your hair. I love a slick haircut on a man. It makes me want to run my hands through it. But your profile… It’s so striking. Right before your eyes hit me, I imagine my tongue against your jawline. My airplane bathroom hookup is becoming a real possibility.

Then you speak to me.

Your voice, spilling over me like some sort of honey. Like something I’ve heard before and can never get enough of, and I need to hear it again. I’ve never considered an airplane bathroom hookup, but I am now. I tell you my name because I need to hear it from your lips. And it does something to me. I need to hear you say my name forever.

You hold out your hand, and for a moment I’m not sure what for, until I realize that you’re asking for mine. I raise my hand, and you take it with a gentle confidence. I have never felt fire before, and if our touch wasn’t fire, then I don’t know what is. This airplane bathroom hookup is about to happen sooner rather than later.

I offer you some hand lotion. It’s so simple, right? I comment on how dry it gets in the cabin. Who can’t agree with that?

I don’t just squirt it into your hands.

Contamination aside, I put some in my hands, stash the tube away, then give some to you and start to massage it into your palms. Maybe you’ll think of the airplane bathroom hookup idea all on your own, too. I hope you do.

During takeoff, my fingers keep sliding between yours. By the time we are cruising, and they announce that the seatbelt sign is off, I’ve become brave enough to look into your eyes. I’m going to suggest that we have an airplane bathroom hookup.

We barely know each other, yet here I am intimately touching you, and you are intimately touching me. I notice your fingers lingering on my wrists, trying to go higher onto my arms, my sleeves tempting you.

I can’t stand it any longer.

Put your fingers in other places, right now. Here it comes, the airplane bathroom hookup pitch. I hope you like the idea.  A young cougar like me can tempt you.

I lean forward and put my lips on your ear. I whisper that you should follow me in a few minutes for an airplane bathroom hookup. Then I excuse myself to the back of the plane.

When I close myself in the little bathroom, I think about what I just did. Am I crazy? An unexpected airplane bathroom hookup! Really? Yes. This is just what I want, and I’m allowed to make those choices. Moreover, I’m allowed to be happy, and this will definitely make me happy.

A few minutes later, I hear a little rap at the door. I open it for you and let you squeeze inside.

It’s really happening, our airplane bathroom hookup!

Immediately, we claw at each other’s clothes. Your fingers are all over my skin. Your mouth tastes sweet, like you had some candy at the airport. My hands fumble with your pants. I flood my panties as I hear you moan while you kiss me during our airplane bathroom hookup.

The thought of getting in trouble has completely left my mind as you slide my panties down and I step out of them. You bring me onto the sink counter and slide me to the edge. Maybe you know what you want just as much as I do for this airplane bathroom hookup.

I feel your fingers in me just as deeply as your tongue in my mouth, and before I know it, your cock is lined up with my entrance. I’m sitting on a sink, but we don’t need any other moisture. You bury yourself in me, and I hope there’s enough plane noise to drown out our airplane bathroom hookup as you thrust deeper and deeper.

However long we are in there for our airplane bathroom hookup, I don’t care.

And then, after I take every thrust you have to give and every drop that you have to release inside me, I walk out as casually as possible. The third person in our row, thankfully, is engrossed in her book. Good. If she were bothered, I’d turn on the jealous cougar attitude and tell her where to put it.

After our airplane bathroom hookup, you’re next to me again.

You reach into your carry-on and pull out a tin of mints. Of course, you offer me one. To clarify, you say I don’t need it, but you figure it was polite to offer after the airplane bathroom hookup. I accept.

I tell you that I’m going to ask you for something else, too. You look a little concerned, but tell me that you’ll do what you can. I give you a semi-serious look from behind my hair and tell you that I wouldn’t mind knowing your name after our airplane bathroom hookup, and give you a little wink.

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