Mile High Club Success: Meet the Newest Member!

I would never say no to a mile high club induction!

I used to travel a lot.  Constantly flying from city to city and visiting different people and places.  Truth be told, my air travel has slowed down the last year or so.  I’ve been more focused on road trips these days.  But all that changed when a guy I’d been seeing invited me to fly down the coast with him.  And not just any commercial flight.  In a private jet!  He’s a successful businessman who is rarely in town.  But when he is, I’m the girl he calls.  And the girl who he apparently invites on spur-of-the-moment daily business trips.  Naturally, my mind immediately went to thoughts of joining the mile high club.

So, I have a bucket list.  As I’m sure most people do.  But I’m not the kind of girl you’re going to find longing to climb Mt. Everest or skydive over Las Vegas.  My bucket list includes drinking champagne on a rooftop bar at a fancy hotel in New York City.  Maybe snorkeling in Bora Bora.  And definitely being a member of the mile high club.  That’s been number one on my list for a long time.

I don’t know if he knew my desire to join the mile high club

But he was going to soon find out.  I decided on a short silver dress and matching heels to wear for our trip.  Of course, with no panties.  As soon as I arrived at the airport, I was escorted right onto the plane.  He was already sitting there, looking dapper in a black suit.  And a bottle of champagne was next to him.  I slid into the seat beside him while the flight attendant poured our glasses.  I couldn’t help but notice how sexy she looked in a tight skirt and blouse, with her cleavage spilling out.  Maybe she was already a member of the mile high club herself.

Soon, the captain was announcing we were taking off and to buckle our seatbelts.  Admittedly, I can be kind of a nervous flyer, but my man put his hand right over mine and squeezed my fingers.  Feeling reassured, I slid my hand out from underneath his.  And put it right on his crotch, giving it a little squeeze myself.  Once up in the air, I relaxed a little and leaned closer to him.  Slowly, he slid his hand up my thigh and underneath my dress.  I don’t know if he was surprised to find that I wasn’t wearing any panties, but he slid his fingers right into my already wet pussy without saying a word.

I was writhing against his fingers as they pushed deeper into my pussy

As I began to moan, the flight attendant walked down the aisle and refilled our glasses.  She didn’t blink an eye at the fact that I was getting fingered right in front of her.  And I saw her wink at him as she walked by.  After she went to the back of the plane, I knew I was ready to join the mile high club.  I reached over and unzipped his pants, pulling his hard cock out.  Without wasting any time, I slid on top of his lap.  And felt that throbbing dick part my pussy lips.  He grabbed a hold of my hips and started thrusting inside of me.  The turbulence helped me ride him even harder, sliding my wet pussy up and down on him.

Soon, I was screaming his name as my pussy clenched around his cock.  Maybe it was the altitude or the excitement of being the newest member of the mile high club, but I came harder than I ever had.  Shortly after that, he let out a loud moan of his own.  And I felt him shoot his cum deep inside of me.

Do you have a fantasy of joining the mile high club?  Call me for some wild phone sex and let’s make it happen!

Kayla

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