Mile High Passion at Thirty Nine Thousand Feet

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. My all-time favourite was some mile high passion. My lover at the time was the lucky recipient, and we were having an erotic office affair. 

It was a flight from London to New York, and we had been seeing each other for only a couple of weeks. Let’s just say 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.  Anyway, back to the flight and 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 him. I massaged him slowly through his trousers and, in my most sultry voice, whispered naughty thoughts 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 five minutes, I’d make it worth his while. 

I was eager for some mile high passion. 

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 we could only just fit inside.

He kissed me passionately, hands everywhere. There was a sense of urgency, and I was desperate not to get interrupted. Quickly turning, I hoisted my skirt up and told him I needed him so bad.  He didn’t hesitate. Pulling my knickers aside, he slipped a finger into me. I was ready… there was no denying that. The risque element was such a turn-on. There was a moment of fumbling, then he pushed all the way into me. I moaned as he began to thrust!  I was enjoying every minute of this mile high passion with my handsome lover.

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 he plunged into me. I felt my hips moving rhythmically as I ground against him. 

As we continued to enjoy our mile high passion, I realised that he was close to coming so I did everything I could to get there first.

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

I panted and moaned softly as he brought me to orgasm. He didn’t stop but continued to thrust into me.  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. Luckily, my lover got his happy ending just before there was another knock on the door and our mile high passion came to an abrupt end. 

I’d finally joined the mile high club!  It was my first, but it certainly wasn’t my last time… Call me if you want to know more.

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