Hot Plane Fuck – Sex With A Stranger And My Walk Of Shame

Hot plane fuck – ticking it off my To-Do list

When you love sex as much as I do, you’ll never miss an opportunity. I’ve had sex in some crazy places and done some outrageous things. Reaching around and giving my boyfriend a handjob while we rode a motorbike in Thailand was an Emily classic.  My all-time favourite was a hot plane fuck. I was a passenger the first time but I later got a platinum membership of the infamous mile high club when I worked as crew.  But we’ll save that story for another time!

So, I first had a hot plane fuck on a flight from London to New York when I was young and silly. I got flirting with the guy sitting next to me as we enjoyed our complimentary drinks.  He was a few years older, sexy as hell, and had eyes that could strip me naked in seconds.  He had me the moment he looked at me… A few drinks later, we pressed together with a single airline blanket over both our laps.

As we sat in the darkened cabin, I let him rub his leg against mine, then reached under the blanket and grabbed his cock. I massaged it slowly through his trousers and whispered a stream of filth in his ear. He was rock hard, and almost bursting through his zip. I darted my tongue into his ear and told him that if he joined me in the bathroom in 5 minutes, I’d suck him off.

I was eager to join the mile high club and have a hot plane fuck.

And so was he as the guy was only 30 seconds behind me. We dodged the cabin crew and slipped into the tiny cubicle, bolting the door behind us. It was a tight space and reminded me of the hot sauna sex I once had.

I’d promised him a blowjob, but I suddenly wanted him to fuck me. Quickly turning, I hoisted my skirt up and told him to fuck me hard.  He didn’t hesitate. Pulling my knickers aside, he slipped a finger into my pussy. I was already dripping wet and desperate for his cock. I felt it press against my lips. There was a moment of fumbling, then he pushed all the way into me. I moaned as he began to thrust and pound against me!  I was enjoying every minute of my hot plane fuck with this sexy stranger.

For all that I love to dominate men, it’s sometimes wonderful to be pushed up against a wall and fucked like a cheap slut. He pulled us both around so that we were looking into the mirror. I gripped the rim of the sink with both hands as his cock plunged into my tight wet pussy. I felt my hips moving rhythmically as I ground against him. 

Because I knew that he was close to coming, I did everything I could to get there first.

As the aeroplane shuddered through a patch of turbulence, I reached down and began to frig my clit. The combination of a hard cock and my own soft fingertips was exquisite. Looking in the mirror and seeing myself getting fucked hard from behind was an even bigger turn-on.

I was totally shameless by this point and didn’t care who heard us. I panted and moaned as the guy fucked me to orgasm. He didn’t stop but continued to thrust into me. All I could do was take his hard cock, cursing and screaming with uncontrollable pleasure. Even the knock on the door by the purser did nothing to dampen our ardour. Nor did the captain announcing that all passengers had to return to their seats and fasten their seatbelts due to turbulence. It was only when the door was forcibly unlocked and a trio of shocked cabin crew chastised us as we fell out into the galley that our hot plane fuck came to an abrupt end.

I’d finally joined the mile high club!  And yes, I did that familiar walk of shame back to my seat. It was my first, but it certainly wasn’t my last… Call me, if you want to know more!

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