Mile High Club: getting fingered by a stranger on a plane

Would you join this sexy co-ed in the mile high club?

 

Summer vacation is officially here and I’m dying to finally take a flight to the sunny beaches in California. I’ve been saving and planning for this trip for months. I broke up with my ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago, making me a sexy, single solo traveler. Not a great candidate for the mile high club, but there will be plenty of opportunities to get my pussy filled once we land 3000 miles away from home. ‘

Standing at boarding, I felt a pair of eyes on my back. I turned around to see a tall, tan and sexy man, his light eyes staring directly at my ass hanging out of my yoga shorts. If he was unattractive, I’m sure I wouldn’t like this. Instead I bit my pink lips and pulled my waistband up, further pulling the fabric into my ass cheeks. His face flushed and I could see the twitch of his giant cock in his gray sweatpants. I wonder if he ever joined the mile high club? It’s too bad we’re boarding or else we could have some fun in the airport bathroom. 

I hand over my ticket and make my way to my seat. 34…35…36…38C. My window seat is all the way in the back of the plane near the bathroom. My ex and I planned on the privacy and proximity to the bathroom for some mile high club fun. Assuming no one bought his seat, I planned on having a little solo fun with my vibrator once the lights dimmed. 

No one will ever know, right?

My heart sank then fluttered once I saw who was taking the seat 38B, right next to me. It was the sexy stranger from the boarding line, the one who couldn’t keep his eyes off my ass. Now that I’m eye level to his cock, the feeling is definitely mutual. He clears his throat. 

“Is this seat taken?” He asks motioning next to me with a smirk. 

“Um, I hope you take it.” I shyly flirt back. Then, he smiles and sits next to me, his muscular body making me feel even more petite as he squeezes into the tiny airline seats. 

“Traveling alone?” I couldn’t help but ask, hoping his wife or girlfriend wasn’t coming to take the aisle seat and I’d have to listen to them join the mile high club.

“Seems like you are too. My name is Rob.” He sticks out his hand and I take it, lingering on how long and thick his fingers were. 

“Sammy.” I replied back. Rob and I talked as the plane finished boarding and took off. He was in his late 30’s divorce, and traveling for work. I didn’t really listen to much of what he said, I was more preoccupied with his long fingers and the shape of his curved cock in his pants. He definitely caught me staring a few times, just as I caught him looking at my hardening nipples as the lights dimmed and the cabin cooled. 

I can’t resist the temptation to join the mile high club

No one ever sat in 38A, and Rob placed his backpack in that seat, giving us a small semblance of privacy. In our small cocoon in the back of the plane with the engine and turbines, a sort of white noise humming others to sleep, we started making out. I’ve had one night stands with strangers before, but this chemistry was off the charts. Maybe it was the difference in air pressure, but I considered having this stranger take my mile high club virginity. 

I pulled away, a futile attempt to slow things down to offer to move to the bathroom, but that only made things worse. Rob pulled a blanket over our laps and dipped his hand into my yoga shorts. He put his mouth back on mine to keep me from gasping out loud. I was shocked and so turned on by how he took control, rubbing my clit, surrounded by 200 people. I could feel my pussy leaking into the fabric of my panties, and he could too so he dipped his thick finger into my hole. Ecstasy took over as he added another and another, filling my cunt with the thickness of a cock and driving me over the edge. I felt my muscles spasm and I bit his lip as I gasped through my orgasm. 

I just got fingered by a stranger on a plane, does that count as joining the mile high club?

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