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Mile High

By: MistyMorgan



Mile High 

Chapter 1

I've always had a passion for long, hard, cylindrical objects. My favorite piece of machinery is a Pile Driver because it fucks the world with perfect rhythm. When I see one at a construction sight, I sit there mesmerized just listening to the sound as it pounds its pilings into the yielding earth.

Once, a few years ago, I dated a man who was a pilot. He flew single engine planes and I loved watching the planes as they took off and landed. I was surprised the first time that I realized how hot I got when a small Leer Jet landed at the Lakefront Airport. Every time Neil and I would go up in a plane we talked about joining the Mile High Club but alas, as a pilot it was too dangerous to attempt while he was flying the plane. So I never had that dream come true.

A few years later, I met James. In the course of our getting to know one another, I shared with him that dream I kept in my heart of becoming a member of that exclusive club. We talked a long while about flying and the feelings associated with it, but soon our explorations followed other adventures and I just sort of kept it in my heart and mind hoping someday I would achieve that ambition.

My birthday was yesterday. When I awoke, in the morning, James had already run my hot bath and had my clothes lain out on the bed. As he helped me into the tub he hinted as to the adventures of the day.

As he bathed me he hinted, "I have a great day planned to celebrate the wonder of you, Ma'am! After breakfast, I'm going to take you to your birthday present." 

"Take me to my birthday present?" I asked, "You've hidden it somewhere and I must find it?" I chided.

"No, Ma'am! It's just that it was too big to bring home so we need to go to it," he smiled.

"Oh no, you know I hate to wait! You must tell me what it is now!" I begged.

"I'm sorry, Mistress, I cannot do that. You would be angry with me if I told you of your gift before you saw it yourself.

This really got my curiosity up and I was anxious to know what it might be. But James held fast and refused to give me even the tiniest of a hint except to say, "It is something you will absolutely love!" 

Well, this didn't help much because there is little that I don't love. I'm really fairly easy to please when it comes to surprises and gifts.

"That's not fair! Tell me!" I exclaimed.

He just smiled and shook his head no as he lay my breakfast before me. Then he took his time cleaning the kitchen and dressing me after we ate. I kept bugging him and begging him to at least give me a hint.

"No Ma'am, I don't want to spoil the surprise! I already gave you a hint and I can give you no more!" he scolded me for persisting.

Finally, I gave in to the fact that there would be no way to convince him to tell me what he had planned. I thought, 'Maybe a blowjob. He hadn't gotten one of those in a long time. Then, nah! It's my birthday not his... he got his present last week.'

I decided just to ride the wave until he decided to take to what he had planned.

At last, he completed all the chores for the morning and said, "You ready to go?"

"Oh yes, more than ready!" I cried and walked out the door he held open for me.

He held the door of the truck open and helped me in. The smile on his face never faded. I knew he was up to something really good and I knew it would be something great for me, but in my wildest dreams I never would have guessed.

The first part of the drive we didn't say much. Then he turned into the small tarmac that led to the small airport that only accommodated small aircraft. 

"We have to fly to our destination?" I asked.

"Yes, Ma'am, sorta," he said.

"Are we flying to New Orleans?" I continued to question him.

"No, Ma'am, not today," he said with a sly smile and a sparkle in his eyes.

"But we are flying?" I drilled him further.

"Yes, Ma'am!" he came back.

I smiled and settled for that answer. I loved flying and anywhere would be wonderful to me.

James pulled the truck up to a hanger and a man walked out to meet him. They shook hands and talked quietly between themselves. Straining, I heard James ask, "Is it all ready?"

"Yes sir, I think it will be all that you hoped it would be," the man in a jumpsuit said.

James returned to me and said, "Well, the plane is ready, are you?"

"I don't know where are we going?" I asked.

"Up!" came his evasive answer. I laughed out loud. "Why are you mysterious today?" 

"It's your birthday and I just wanted to give you this surprise that I know you will love. Please be patient just a little longer before you crucify me, Ma'am!" he begged.

I took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, but I am getting really anxious here! One last question, are you going to take flying lessons?"

"No Ma'am! I'm not that brave and I don't have big enough balls for that!" he smiled and I laughed out loud.

Chapter 2

James took my arm and led me into a small office. Four sets of eyes turned and looked at us as we walked in. All of them were male. All of them were gorgeous. I turned to James then glanced once again at the flesh before me. "You didn't, did you?" I said. 

He pulled his shoulders up to his ears with bent elbows and palms up flat as if to say, I have no idea what you're talking about. The smile on his face betrayed his false claim.

"Mistress, this is Marcus, he is a pilot. This is Ryan; he's a navigator. They will be flying the first leg of the trip. Then he turned to the next two men. Pointing to a beautiful black man he said, "That's Ethan he's a pilot and the other guy there is Bill the navigator. We figured they would be able to get us, or you, where you need to go," he smiled and just stared at me.

I glanced over the crew and asked, "Gentlemen, can you tell me where we're going?" 

"Up," they said in unison.

I shook my head in disbelief. I turned to James and asked, "How long have you been planning this trip straight up?"

He looked at the other men and said, "Oh what do you say guys, three, four weeks?"

They shook their heads in agreement.

"And what if I don't want to go flying for my birthday?" I smiled rebelliously. 

"You are too curious to stay on the ground, I can see it in your eyes," James said softly knowing me all too well.

Once again, I looked from him to the flyers. Oh they were nice looking and sexy. Ryan was about five-eleven and his sandy blonde hair was short. His green eyes were the color of new grass. His hands were large with perfectly manicured nails. The arms that hung by his side showed he worked out on a regular basis.

Marcus was a dark haired god. His smile showed me perfect, white teeth and his brown eyes sparkled as if there were stars shining in them; his jaw was finely chiseled. He appeared to have some Latin in him with his bronzed skin. 

Ethan's smile was broad and his deep set black eyes showed his wisdom and his eagerness to do all that he could to make sure that I had all I needed. His chest was wide and his hands large. Ethan was definitely comfortable with himself and seemed to be the type of person that made those around him relaxed as well. He was a beautiful black man.

Bill was a bit different that then others. He was maybe five-eight with indigo eyes. His face was gentle, kind, and sported a smile that glistened like the stars. He seemed at peace and very graceful. He was not as well built at the others and I felt his strength rested in his mind, not his body. I could just imagine the images running through his thoughts.

"Well, gentlemen, it is really nice to meet each and every one of you. I am looking forward to going UP with you," I said. I turned to James and said, "Are you going up with us?"

"Yes, Ma'am, I want to see you enjoy my gift to you!" he replied.

"So, how large is this plane we're going up in?" I inquired.

"It's a six passenger with an area behind the last seat," Bill told me. "So we could conceivably get two more people in the plane. That's not counting the pilot and navigator."

"Okay, are we ready to go UP?" I inquired.

"Yes ma'am, whenever you're ready so are we!" Ethan said and started out the door. I looked at James and he motioned me to the door with a bow. I nodded my head and stepped out in front of him.

Chapter 3

Bill jogged in front of me and caught up with Ethan. He opened the passenger door for us and held his hand out to support me as I climbed the steps, head down so as not to bump my head on the plane.

James followed me and as I glanced at the inside of the plane I realized what his gift was. I knew why we were going UP. Behind the six seats that passengers sat in there was a queen-sized mattress. Thus, the reasons there were two pilots and two navigators for this trip was so that while one team flew the plane the other duo piloted me. I liked that idea. I turned to James and kissed him.

"You remembered! I can't believe it, but you remembered! Thank you! You couldn't have given me a better birthday present! I could be the oldest woman to ever join the Mile High Club. This is so terrific!" I was in awe and my pussy started filling with thick fluids to prepare me for two of these airmen.

I turned to look into the cockpit ('what an appropriate name' I suddenly thought and smiled) "Who wants to be first?"

The four of them looked from one to the other then turned to me. Their faces were blank and they looked as if it was my decision. "Okay, I can see that you are going to force me to choose.

"Choices, choices, choices! Why do you force me to make these choices?" I asked the population.

"It's your birthday, ma'am and we feel you should choose the ones you want to take you to this exotic place you have never been first. Then the rest of us will eventually take you there too," Ethan explained.

I glanced at them and looked into their eyes. There was something about Bill that made me want to keep him for last. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but whatever it was, I knew that he would take me where I really wanted to be. "I think I'll have Marcus and Ryan first," I smiled and kneeled down on the mattress.

James came to me and helped me out of my light dress. As he pulled it over my head I heard mumbling and approving words of pleasure coming from the guys. 

"You had better be sure to save some of that stuff for us," Ethan said jokingly as he watched James sit me on his lap, pull back my long hair, kiss my neck and cup my breasts in his hands. Then he and Bill turned and went to the cockpit.

"Have you ever seen tits as pretty as these gentlemen?" he asked them.

Heads shook back and forth, eyes blank and cocks pressing against fabric eager to experience this new piece of pussy.

"Come make my Mistress happy and give her all that you have!" James invited them as he lay me on the makeshift bed. 

Quickly, Ryan tore off his shirt and unzipped his trousers releasing the ever-growing prick that was pressing against the zipper. And what a beautiful specimen it was. 

Marcus was the first to touch me. His fingers softly circled the fullness of my tits then his hands covered the entire mound leaving only the nipple exposed. His mouth opened and he bent down licking the nipple. Just as the plane lifted off the ground he bit into the tender flesh and a shot of hot passion traveled to my cunt.

James knelt on the edge of the bed watching as the two men ran their hands over my body learning the contours and nuances of this new daughter of Eve they had privilege to explore. I heard purrs of pleasure as their fingers traced the curves of my breast, the folds of my sex and the softness of my belly.

I watched as they swiftly tore their shirts and pants off. I licked my lips as the length of their manhood fell from the fabric that had concealed them. Long, full pricks swayed as they knelt back onto the pseudo bed.

Licking my lips I reached for the dick between Ryan's legs. It was easily nine-inches with a five-inch girth. The head was a perfect mushroom and felt like satin as I ran my hand over its shape.

My tongue flicked out tracing it then pulled it into my mouth. The drop of precum waiting there tasted salty and the sample made my nipples hard. 

I became conscious of hands on my knees then realized that Ryan was parting them. I relaxed and allowed him to do so. At first all I felt were his fingers tracing the folds of my Libia then there was the sensation of wetness as his tongue snaked its way down my slit then back up to my clit where it danced around my pleasure dome.

My nipples became hard and I took a deep breath to still myself. My hands reached between my legs trying to control the excitement that played there and keep it just where I wanted it. Ryan definitely knew what he was doing there. I wanted to enjoy this excitement as long as possible.

I managed to place my hands on the sides of his head and place his tongue onto my clit by guiding him there. Once he discovered my female cock he sucked her into his mouth and with the tip of his tongue he excited her causing ripples of fervor to attack my body. My limbs tremble with the hot flashes of excitement that attacked my senses.

Then he began to nibble lightly, causing my back to arch and try to push my little she dicklett deeper into his mouth. I felt I would explode if he went much longer. Then it happened, my head came up and my back arched. I had lost all control of my body. My legs jerked, arms flailed, and head tossed from side to side. Pleasures as I had never known nor dreamed were assailing my body. We were just getting started.

I managed to pinpoint James in the confusion that was dancing in my head. I reached for him and pulled him toward me. I kissed him hard and whispered. "Thank you baby," as my body was assailed by another wave of delight.

The wetness between my pussy lips pulled back and I felt the stiffness of an eager dick press against the door of my runway of delight. Slowly the pressure built as his hips pressed harder against the resistance it found. With persistence he continued to press deeper into the darkness of my hungry love canal until he obtained entrance. When the doors finally opened he fell into the waters of lust and magic occurred.

Bright lights danced behind my eyes sending shots of electricity through my entire body. My back arched and my head flailed. I had never felt anything as exciting as this man's prick fucking my yielding cunt. 

He slammed his manhood deep inside of me and with each collision fire and ice ran through my body. I cried out in a sound that was not human. James quickly came to my side. He bent next to my ear and whispered, "Mistress, are your okay? Do you want this to stop?"

I pushed him away. My mind reeled and my body reached for Ryan's. I sucked hard on Marcus's cock like a baby bottle and he exploded in my mouth. The thick fluid so thick that it overflowed my lips ran down my chin and James lapped it up.

As his rod slipped from my lips, James took over cleaning more of the tacky cum from my chin and neck. My hair was even matted with the thick fluids of copulation. And there was a subtle smell of his seed as it caked on my skin.

Marcus lay beside me trying to catch his breath and watched Ryan as his pole slid in and out of my fuckhole. He reached over and pinched my clit as it stood tall crying for attention. Upon contact my body jerked and lightening flashed between my legs and before my eyes.

"Oh GAUD!" I cried out as my head pulled off the pillow and my legs jerked towards Ryan's back. My tits became rocks and my nipples transformed into hard domes. 

James scampered behind Ryan and sucked his tight balls into his mouth. Ryan hesitated for a short instance then resumed his perfect rhythm. With James sucking his sac, Ryan's cock seemed to penetrate my cunt deeper and with more power.

Then his body tensed and he looked into my eyes with pleasure in his. He lifted his hips high over me and came down one last time. As his staff plummeted deep within me, he spewed his seed deep within my garden of delight.

"Augggggggggg!" he wailed as his head arched up toward the heavens. His weight fell on me and my arms encircled his head, which landed on my heaving breast.

Our breath came in unison as we tried desperately to fill our lungs and calm the wild beating of our hearts. Lifting his head he breathed, "That was fuckin' fantastic!"

I shook my head in agreement and kissed him still trying to suck air into my lungs. Then I turned to Marcus. "You have great tasting cum! I'll suck you anytime you want!"

"Great, but now that I'm rested I want to feel that tight ass over this dick of mine," he smiled.

Chapter 3

James had just finished cleaning me up. He looked at me for confirmation and when I shook my head he helped me turn over and pulled my hips off the mattress. He reached into his pocket and pulled out lubricant and a condom. He handed the condom to Marcus and poured the cold liquid over my ass and it ran down my butt to my pussy.

Ryan took his place in front of me. He was stroking his cock and already precum was surfacing on its tip. I licked my lips in anticipation of his size in my mouth. Then I flicked out my tongue and tasted the drop of precum that glistened there. 

"Mmmmmm, too good!" I whispered. Then lapped at its head once again.

I felt the pressure as Marcus attempted to fill my butt hole with his size. He was at least eight and a half inches with a girth of about five. Oh what a nice thick dick to fill my bottom. It burned as he forced his way in. I felt the fire of little tears as he burrowed deeper and deeper.

James squirted lubricant for the length of his tool to insure that I wasn't hurt too badly. Once he was in, Marcus placed his hands on my hips and gently moved his in and out to adjust the fit. I heard him fill his lungs and release the air. Then once again he breathed in and let it out. "This is really nice," he sighed. " I could be happy here."

Everyone laughed and James said, "Well, we might be able to work something out. Don't you think Mistress?"

"Hmmm, there could be a possibility," I answered and pressed my hips back toward Marcus. 

"Oh gaud, this is just too good. I gotta take this slowly or I'll blow my load in the first five minutes. Don't make any moves that are unexpected, please!" he pleaded.

I giggled. 

"No, NO! Please don't giggle; I'm serious. This is just too good," Marcus begged.

James and Ryan laughed; I bit my lip so that I wouldn't.

"I have never felt anything so nice in my life. I swear this is just beautiful." He whispered as he slid his prick slowly and cautiously in and out of my ass.

With each thrust he whispered, "yes, oh yes, ohhhhh gaud!"

Ryan's dick snaked down my throat with each inward thrust of Marcus's dick into my butt. Each time he pulled it to my lips my tongue wrapped around its smooth plumb shaped head. Then he would push it deep into my throat and do what I could only describe as mini fucks in my esophagus. It was rather exhilarating. 

He would then pull all the way to my lips and then, with his hands holding tight to my head force me once again to deep throat him. The two of them worked in unison giving me pleasure after pleasure as they received euphoria from by body.

I felt Marcus pull almost all the way out. He paused his head just inside me and his fingers squeezed tightly the fleshy mound between his hands; his nails dug deeply causing me a strangely pleasing pain. Taking a deep breath, Marcus held me steady as he assailed my ass with a thrust that seemed to push him against the thin membrane that separated my ass from my pussy. I felt it was going to rip. But when he hit his head felt as if it rebounded and as it did, I felt the warm stream of his seed splash against the walls of my ass then flow over my butt and down my legs.

Then I felt the warmth of James' tongue as he quickly reacted and started lapping the flowing cum off my legs.


Mile High



Marcus slipped out of the strangle hold my ass had on is manhood and fell to the sheets. I heard his breathing and his hand ran the length of my thigh playing in the sticky fluid that was running out of my butt.

"I love you!" he declared, "Will you marry me?"

"Sorry, I'm not into that, but you can fuck me anytime you want," I assured him.

"Thank you, I'll definitely take you up on that!" he breathed heavily with a smile on his face. I wish I could fall asleep right now."

"Don't you dare," James directed, "it's your job to fly us back, remember!"

"Yeah, man, don't panic!" he said and rolled off the bed.

James cleaned up my butt and legs giving me more pleasure. Then he crawled back to Ryan who was also close to spilling his sperm down my throat. His motions had slowed just enough to help him control his explosion.

"Yeah, oh yeah; that's so good. Suck my cock baby. Drink my pleasure juice!" You love this don't you?" he asked rhetorically.

I answered by pulling him deeper into my throat.

"Oh yeah, do it baby. Suck me in. Make love to my snake!" he cried as his fuzzy pubic hair tickled my nose and he thrust his hips into my face.

One last thrust and his body went stiff, as he held tight to my head. Two quick jerks and he emptied his hose down my throat. I swallowed as quickly as possible but there was so much that I began to choke. Some of his seed escaped my mouth and ran down my neck finding my tits.

Ryan fell backwards. His knees jerked and his balls pulled tight to his body. He lay there with his legs splayed wide. Yellow cum still pumped from his dick like a water fountain. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in as much air as he possibly could.

James covered the fountain drinking up the thick nourishment that Ryan provided. I saw him lick his lips three times as consumed the tasty fluid.

Ryan pinched my nipples as James cleaned him up. "You are not going to tell me you can handle more are you? I am exhausted and I don't see how you can go on." 

Chapter 4

I only smiled. I turned over on my belly and lay my head on my arms. I had no idea how long we had been flying. I was now a member of the Mile High Club and I still had two other lovers to please me.

I watched as Ryan and Marcus dressed. Rolling over, I found my clit and started massaging it. Ribbons of warmth snaked up my belly and down through my legs to my toes. I felt a wetness travel from my pussy entrance to my clit. I looked up and there was Marcus tasting me one last time. Then his lips covered mine his tongue plunged into my mouth and I tasted the combination of his juices and mine.

"I've been bringing couples up here for three years and this is the first time I've joined the club. You were great! Thanks for the pleasure!" he said.

I just smiled. His mouth covered mine and his tongue darted toward my throat. I felt his thumb and forefinger pinch the hard nipple there, just before he rolled off the bed.

James and I watched as they entered the cockpit and the other two pussy pleasers emerged about ten minutes later. They had smiles on their faces.

"Well, how has your birthday been so far?" James asked.

'Magnificent! Thank you for being so thoughtful and caring."

"Good, I'm glad that it's been good for you!" he smiled and licked his lips. "Mmmm, it's been good for me too. My little dicklett can barely stand the excitement.

"Great, I'm glad that it's been god for you and we're here to make it even better! Ethan greeted us with is deep voice.

Ethan looked like an African god as he strolled down the narrow hall toward us. His dark skin was smooth and unblemished. His smile bright and his eyes flashed as if lightening were flickering in them.

"I certainly thank you for that, too! But I'll be the judge if you don't mind?"

"Yes ma'am, I would never presume to dictate your pleasure, only provide it the best that I can," he spoke softly and apologetically.

Believe me, I'm sure you will be able to give me much pleasure," I smiled.

"Yes ma'am that is my goal!" his smile sparkled.

"Would you like to play too, Bill? I've been watching you and am very anxious to find out what kind of lover you will are. I have a feeling you are a very giving man."

Bill was calm and he had a broad smile on his face. He appeared confident and ready to do what he must to make sure that this was the type of experience that I was expecting and hoping for.

"Well, ma'am, I hope that I will make you happy. I plan to do my best to give you what you might enjoy. If there's something special just let me know and if it's doable, then I'll give it my best shot." His mile brightened and he licked his lips.

"Thank you, Bill; I appreciate your candor." 

He nodded his head and the two of them began undressing. They looked up and realized that James was also watching them strip. Four eyes appealed to me.

"It's okay; James always likes to watch. He hired you guys to please me and he also helps with the cleanup afterwards. I hope you'll be comfortable with that." I tried to calm them.

Finally, they stripped down to their skin. 

Ethan was a mammoth of a man. Clothed, I could tell he was large, but his body was like a well chiseled sculpture. All the muscles were in the right places and his stomach was a washboard.

Bill was also well defined, but not as tight. His legs were those of a runner. He had strong muscles and perfectly sculptured contours.

My juices started flowing. I wanted to feel their hands, tongues and mouths on my body.

"Well boys, are you ready to play?" James asked.

Their heads bobbed up and down.

"Well, come on; I'm anxious to see what you've got to give me.

"Please, come make me feel wonderful!" I invited.

Ethan knelt before me. His dark dong swung back and forth between his legs. "I'd like to kiss you if it's all right ma'am."

"Yes, I would like that," I whispered and leaned toward him. His large hand caught my cheek and chin as he leaned toward me. His mouth covered mine and his tongue found its way deep into my throat.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, ma'am and you smell good too! You're skin is so soft." A rose color touched his high cheekbones.

"Thank you, Ethan; I like the way you kissed me."

"What would please you, ma'am." Bill asked.

"Show me what you do best; I'm sure I'll enjoy it."

He reached over and ran his hand under my hair lifting it off my neck. His lips brushed my shoulder and I felt his warm breath on my back. His lips drew a map on my back from my shoulders to the lowest tip of my spine.

Then his fingers slowly skated back up my backbone. With each movement of his hand, his lips sealed the spot he had touched. An excited chill tickled my clit and my hair touched his face. He slid lower and at the arch of my back, his tongue drew circles over the top of my buttocks. The sensations were nearly indescribable. My nipples, even though not yet touched were erect and aching for more.

Ethan knelt before me. His tongue traced m mounds and his mouth sucked them in one at a time. The warmth of his mouth was as the sun at noon shining down on me.

I was experiencing sensations, until now, that were completely foreign to me. I la back and let them please me, as I was sure no other man could or would.

James' face was aglow as he watched them pleasure me. I could tell he wanted to join in and he would have complimented their touch. He, however, chose to stay back and watch in awe as these two men bestowed upon me euphoria as I have never before nor since experienced.

"Ma'am, may I have sex with you?" Ethan asked softly.

"Please do, I know it will be like heaven."

His black cock stood up like a flagpole. Its head a deep purple and its shaft throbbing. His balls were heavy and surely filled with sweet cum.

James and I both licked our lips. It was a beautiful cock and I couldn't wait for it to find its way into my hungry pussy.

"How would you like me to fuck you, Ma'am?"

"Doggie style sounds good to me. Have you done doggie style before?"

"Yes, Ma'am, once; I liked it because I could go longer that way. I would like to fuck you from behind. You have good hips to hold onto."

James helped me get on all fours and then invited Ethan to kneel behind me. He handed him some lubricant. He took the bottle and sprayed glycerin over the thick head of his dick.

A smile crossed his face and he licked his lips. "Mmmm" I know this is going to be really good. Look at that tight little pussy and my cock is going to explode really quickly in that tight little piece! Ma'am, you're a dream come true."

"So are you, Ethan; you're making my life long dream a reality for me."

"Believe me Ma'am; you are for me, too. Then I felt the fire as his plum shaped head forced its way deep into my love canal.

"Ohhhhhh!" I cried as the tears leaked from my eyes and the pleasure-pain flowed through me hot and strong. His rhythm musical as the thick shaft stretched my cunt like it was rubber. Moisture dripped from my eyes and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. 

The pain and pleasure merged to calm me and my body began to respond to the large member that filled my love box. When he pulled back, my body followed to hold onto his masterful member.

Bill had been watching all along. He hadn't said much but his cock had grown and was bouncing up and down as he knelt beside me. 

"Come here, Bill! I want to taste that sucker you have there. It is trying so hard to reach me but from that distance, it never will." I licked my lips and he crawled toward me. 

His prick was beautifully shaped. The head was heart shaped and rosy. It dangled just outside my reach.

"Please Bill; will you place it in my mouth? It's a little hard for me to reach for it in this position."

He smiled a little smugly. I pouted. He got to his knees and crawled towards me, dick in hand. "Is this what you want?" It's not as big as the one in your pussy. Are you sure you want it?"

I shook my head vehemently, "Please, I want to suck you off. I want to taste you seed and lick that perfect head of yours!"

"Hmmmm, well let's see what you've got," he held the valentine shaped head to my lips and I flicked my tongue towards its hole.

He sighed noticeably as his hips plunged forward. I saw a look of pleasure on his face. 

I licked at its head as a drop of precum seeped out. Then I swallowed its length and felt it hit the back of my mouth. I swallowed and its wings tickled my throat.

"Oh baby, that's it! Suck it deep for me! Yeah, that's right baby; do it! Do it the way I like it; deep and tight!"

His hips pressed tight to my face as my head bobbed forward and back taking as much as I could without gagging on his length.

His hands steadied my head and his hips began controlling the depth he went into my throat. He was growing longer in my mouth and deeper into my throat. Tears filled my eyes and my nose began to run.

His pubic hairs tickled my nose with each downward shove. Then as he pulled back to ram me again I took a deep breath of air.

He rammed my face sever times before his balls tightened and I felt the pumping of his dick just before his hot cum exploded into my mouth.

Simultaneously, Ethan exploded in my pussy and my body shook vehemently with pleasure. Hot fluids filled both my ass and my mouth.

James crawled under me to catch the dripping cum from Ethan's Shlong. He missed the overflow of Bill's.

My body shook with pleasure as I felt it run down my chin warm and soothing. 

Bill's body shook with the release of his seed and he lost his balance and fell onto the mat.

Ethan's weight pressed me to the mat with James under me. 

I began to laugh and they followed me to the mat. James barely escaped the tragedy.

"We'll be landing in about ten minutes guys, so you had better start getting decent!" squawked the message from the cockpit.

I turned and kissed Ethan hard on the lips. His tongue responded in kind. Bill knelt in front of me and I kissed him. My tongue probed deep in his mouth. When he released me, I said, "You tasted good. Orange juice right?"

His cheeks turned red and his head bounced up and down.

"I liked."

"So did I!"

James sat up and held out his hand. They both shook it and then they kissed me passionately.

"You are the best we've ever had," Ethan said.

"Yes, I can't remember ever playing; only flying and wishing I could be doing this.

You made my birthday very special and I will always remember this day. It was the best birthday I have ever had. And you guys are really good bulls.

When we landed, I kissed all four of them good-bye. James shook hands and gave them our phone number; "Just in case you want to visit!" he told them.

"We'll miss you, Ma'am!"

"I'll miss you too. It was wonderful!

~ Lady Dora 



Mile High



My boyfriend bought me a first-class ticket to come out and see him in Los Angeles. It had been months since I saw last so I wanted to dress as sexily as I could for him. I wore a light blue halter top and some very tight white Capri pants. I was still a little sore from my Brazilian bikini wax when I got on the plane, and waited for our take-off, hoping that the little welts would go away by the time Terry would pull my pants off at his beachside home. Since I didn't have a real job, I didn't have money on my own. I wanted to buy Terry a present, but couldn't find anything worth buying for fifty bucks.

I sat by the window with my Jack Georges tote in my lap until the stewardess told me to put it away. I almost told her where she could put it, but the nice Japanese gentleman who took the aisle seat offered to put my bag in the storage compartment. I thanked him and turned my attention to my Cosmo until we took off.

It didn't take long for the Japanese guy to start hitting on me. He was a handsome man, older, maybe 25, and dressed in a business suit. I tried to ignore him at first but since just about every story in Cosmo was about how to give a great handjob I knew that this six hour flight would be about sex one way or another. His name was Yoshi or something like that and he bought me a Vodka and tonic and he rewarded himself by placing his hand on my leg. We got to talking and he told he was a businessman yadayada and I told him I was on my way to see my fiancé. 

Yoshi was very bold because he kept his hand on my leg and looked at me questioningly. I smiled at him and he ordered another drink. He got so close to me when he talked I could feel his breath brushing my cheeks. His hand crept. 

"Can I touch you please?" He asked. 

"What will you give me if you touch me?" I looked him, closing my leg around his hand.

"$200, if you let me touch you."

For that kind of money I would have gone down on him. I unzipped my pants while he got a blanket and covered me with it. His hand slid onto my belly. It was warm and a little sweaty. His hand turned south until it reached my mound and he couldn't go any further because my pants were so tight. 

I reached under my tush and pulled it down a little. Suddenly freed, his hand scampered over my mound, giving me goosebumps along the way, and then down...down. He looked surprise when his hand came to rest on my outer labia and found that they weren't covered with hair. He smiled at me, a question on his face. I licked my lips and parted them, with the slightest nod of my head and his fingers began to wiggle between my labia. My nipples were hardened and made little tents in my top. I shivered with pleasure when his finger grazed my clit, and opened my mouth and let out a little sigh as his finger found the entrance to my vagina and began to burrow into it. His mouth was on mine now, his tongue exploring my mouth as his finger was probing my hot pink and wet sex. He would swish his tongue in tandem with swishing his finger inside me and I pulled down my pants so he could reach further into me. He turned his body toward me and I felt his erection sticking out of his pants and touching my arm. I thought of Terry, with his broad shoulders and cleft chin, making love to me on his deck, pushing in and out, up and down inside me, relentlessly until that gushy warm feeling began to spread inside and he would fall on me in a heap. I tried to imagine that the little finger exploring me was Terry's penis but I had to tell Yoshi to try two or three fingers to fulfill that fantasy. Yoshi was happy to try.

The man in the seat behind me was leaning forward to see what was going on. I lowered the seat so he could get a better view, and touched Yoshi through his pants. He trembled as I caressed him, and began to shove two fingers into my vagina while rubbing his thumb gently against my clit. When my orgasm overcame me I grasped his penis, clenching it in my fist, and let out a low moan and slammed my legs together. 

At that moment, Yoshi's organ began to pulse in my hand and I looked to see white foam cascading right out of his pants. He grunted heavily. His sperm was everywhere, on my chest and top, on my face, on my bare legs and tummy, in my glass and on the window, obscuring the view of Utah or whatever.

When the stewardess came by, her cheeks were bright red. "Generally, ma'am, she said to me, we at Delta prefer that our customers refrain from...FUCKING...on a plane."

I ignored her. Yoshi had drowsed off. When he came to at LAX he handed me a wad of cash (about $500) and thanked me for the greatest orgasm of his life. The man who watched me from behind stood up and out of the corner of my eye I could see him trembling, but I just wanted to get off the plane and clean up before falling into the arms of my lover.



Mile High



This story is a complete work of fiction, and all character references have only coincidental similarity with any real person either living or dead. 

Remember the difference between fantasy and reality is as fundamental as the difference between right and wrong.

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"I don't believe how cheeky you are Angel," exclaimed Laura.

"Who me?" replied Angelica with mock humility.

The two girls climbed the stairs to the plane. It was not a very big aircraft but still held around a hundred and fifty passengers. The two friends had queued at the check in desk where Angelica had spotted a hunky young male and arranged, with the utmost boldness, to be seated next to him.

"Look," said the Hungarian beauty in a confidential whisper to her friend, "he's there just waiting for me. I bet you I can take all of his money before we land."

"Uh, how will you do that?"

"You'll see."

"Angel, we're on holiday, you're not working you know. Just forget what you do every day, and relax for a couple of weeks."

"But, I can't, I'm so good at it."

The girls laughed along with each other.

Laura had always thought herself to be attractive, no let's be honest, she considered herself to be more than that and knew that generally all eyes, wherever she was, would be on her. However, as she watched her girl friend walk down the aisle of the plane she could see that Angelica was as near to being visually perfect as you could get. 

The English girl was looking forward to a short break in her friend's home country, a few days away from the daily routine of her office job. She watched her Hungarian companion's tight denim covered bottom move sexily before her very eyes as they neared their seats.

Angelica was a dancer; more specifically she was a lapdancer in one of London's top clubs. Making money from the drunken businessmen who frequented her club was easy, however this would far more of a challenge.

"8b and 8c, this is us I think." Angelica spoke to the cute male already seated in 8a. He looked up. As he did so he saw his dream, or more to the point he saw straight up and inside her very short cropped top. 

"Laura give me your bag and I put it up here."

Angelica wore no bra and, as she stretched up to the luggage hold, the very brief top rode high on her breasts revealing not just the firm, rounded undersides of her awesome globes but a good portion of the actual breast.

The young man was spellbound as his gaze ran from the firm, delicious, tanned skin teasing him beyond belief, past the silver belly button chain and down to the flat of her stomach where very low cut jeans exposed the area of her groin that really should have revealed the trim edges of her pubic hair had she not shaved it closely. Laura watched amused and could see exactly what her friend was doing. Poor guy, he stood no chance. What was Angelica planning?

"Thank you."

"N... no... problem," the young man stuttered as not just one but two stunning girls brushed passed him to their seats. Normally he would have liked more space on the flight but this was one occasion where cozy was good.

"Hi, my name is Angelica or Angel for short. What's yours?" He almost wished she wouldn't speak to him and leave him to dream his own fantasies, but that, clearly, wasn't going to happen.

"Erm, hi, I'm Jason."

"Hi Jason," she held out her hand. He took it and felt the thrill of their fingers touching.

"Are you going home or on holiday?" she asked, although it was clear that the guy was English.

"Oh, holiday, walking, on my own, for a few days."

"Well Hungary is a very nice place. It is my home."

Angelica eyed him up and down. He certainly stood up to her test, well visually at least.

"What are you doing?" asked Laura in a whisper.

"I am going to give him the flight of his dreams," replied Angelica equally as quietly and with a mischievous grin.

Once all passengers were strapped into their seats the take off process began. Laura took out her magazine and began to browse as the air stewards started their safety procedures speech. Angelica turned to Jason.

"I don't like take off. Can I hold your hand?"

He looked at her.

"Please?"

Why he was hesitating he did not know. He could only put it down to the overpowering beauty of the girl next to him.

"Y..yes, of course," he finally managed to say.

The engines started and, after a few minutes of taxiing, the aircraft began its powerful, speed filled journey along the runway.

Angelica inhaled sharply and gripped Jason's fingers tight. Laura just smiled. The Hungarian stunner made sure that she moved her fingers under his and maximized the sensitivity of their touching. She could see the beginnings of a hardening around his button fly and knew that she had every chance of achieving her goal.

Soon they were air bound and cruising. The fasten seat belt sign came off.

Angelica turned to Jason. 

"Thank you Jason," she purred. He just nodded too tongue tied to answer.

Angelica looked down at her lap demurely. Then, with a sudden movement of her head, she turned towards him and said,

"Would you like to touch my breasts?"

Jason turned equally as suddenly.

"W..w..what!"

"My breasts, would you like to touch them?"

He knew not what to say and instead just stared open mouthed. 

"Give me ten pounds and you can."

He simply looked straight ahead wanting desperately to say yes but not having anything like the nerve to do so. Angelica smiled to herself and started to casually touch with the very tips of her fingers the easily accessible underside of her firm breasts. The hardening around Jason's groin strained more and more.

Angelica looked up at him.

"Just ten little pounds is all I want?" She pouted as she spoke. This time he nodded. 

"Good, and thank you because my tits are just aching to be fondled."

Jason was already turned on and would have mauled her there and then, especially after her last statement. But even Angelica had some awareness of the need for discretion due to what she was doing and where she was doing it. 

"Come on swap places with my friend."

Jason, shaking a little, stepped out into the aisle whilst Laura, who passed a knowing smile and a shake of the head to her friend, and Angelica followed him out of their seats. A little rearranging later and they were all seated back down with Jason nearest the window, Angelica in the middle and Laura in the aisle seat.

The expectant male turned to the girl of his dreams and was clearly ready to fulfill his task. Anticipating that she was about to be groped Angelica spoke.

"Ok Jason here is what we do." Her broken English only served to inflame his desire. "I will put the blanket over me so that my breasts are covered. You will then rest your head on my shoulder and put your hand under the blanket as if we are already friends and you are resting. You can then have one full minute touching me. Is that ok?"

Jason nodded, almost speechless with lust.

"But first," she held out her hand, "ten pounds please."

Jason reached into his pocket and pulled out a note. Laura glanced across aware of everything Angelica was doing.

"I hope you aren't going to make me pay later," the English girl whispered anticipating her own lesbian romp with her fantastically featured friend. Angelica smiled and lent across to kiss Laura lightly on the lips. It was answer enough. Jason saw the girl's lips meet and his erection took up another notch on the tension scale. He could not believe what was happening to him.

Angelica picked up her blanket and tore open the polythene cover. Jason watched taking the opportunity to study the girl he was about to touch. He ogled her long blond hair, tied back in a simple but very effective pony tail; he watched her beautiful, alert blue eyes and marveled at her full, red, wet lips, slightly open in anticipation of what was about happen. Angelica stuffed the ten pound note into her purse and placed the blanket over the top half of her body. Shifting down in her seat to make access easier for the excited Jason – she was ready.

His hands reached tentatively out, under the cover and up to her breasts. Angelica shifted slightly in her seat as his hands caressed her lightly along the firm sides and then underneath cupping the aching flesh. The Hungarian beauty sighed. Jason was becoming a little more adventurous as his thumb moved inside to tease the sensitive nub of her erect nipple. She sensed, as his touching became more insistent, more confident, that she might be letting him go too far. Yet she didn't stop him as she felt his hand move higher, gliding over her breasts to gently massage her nipple with his palm. He was better at this that she had anticipated and, as her engorged teat hardened more than she thought possible, Angelica moaned softly with pleasure. 

The two of them remained as they were for some time whilst he continued to explore the softness of her breasts. Then she felt his hand slide down her body and onto her thigh, creeping down to her crotch, and she realised what was happening. 

"Hey, stop. That will cost you more. Fifty pounds and you can touch me through my jeans. Your minute is up." She sat up abruptly and Jason took his hand away muttering his apologies.

Angelica was more flustered than she had predicted and took a moment to compose herself. Once settled she leaned her face towards Jason.

"Did you enjoy that?" her lips were almost touching his. Jason felt lightheaded as the aroma of her perfume played with his nostrils. He moved to kiss her but she tore her head away from him.

"A kiss is personal and will be one hundred pounds lover boy."

"A hundred quid!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, it is up to you," she said somewhat coldly, then, warming a little "why don't you give me another twenty pounds and spend two minutes warming my tits up again. I swear that you almost make me come last time."

"Uh, o..okay," the hapless Jason spluttered reaching a twenty pound note to his gorgeous plaything.

Again she slipped the money into her purse as once more he reached under the blanket. Angelica settled back down into her seat and closed her eyes waiting for his touch.

Moving freely under the blanket Jason trailed a finger up between the valley of Angelica's breasts, the tip circling, but not touching each of her nipples. 

Angelica arched her body in order to meet the young man's adventurous hand. He gave one of her nipples a quick pinch sending a shiver of pure desire shooting from the tip of her erect bud down to the pit of her stomach. Despite her intention to stay in control Angelica moaned. Jason smiled.

"Enjoying yourself?" he quizzed with uncharacteristic confidence. 

"Oh, please, keep touching me." 

Jason's hands cupped the Hungarian girl's breasts and groped them thoroughly demonstrating little decorum. None the less Angelica reveled in the rough handling she was receiving. Jason enjoyed the fullness of her smooth globes before his fingers once again sought out the, now very, erect nipples. He smiled as Angelica softly whimpered.

Feeling confident Jason used his nimble fingers to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it ever so lightly. Angelica almost bucked before quickly pushing his arm away, momentarily shifting the blanket and revealing her superbly naked breasts to the cool air of the cabin. Fortunately no one else was looking and she was able to quickly replace her bunched top thus re-acquiring her modesty.

"Your time is up," she purred still aroused from the somewhat expert fondling she had just received. Angelica saw that Jason was as hard as ever and she moved her mouth to his face.

"Do you want more Jason? Do you want to kiss me?" Her mouth was brushing his ear and she blew lightly moving her mouth around his face and across to his lips. She all but kissed him before re uttering, 

"Well, do you?"

"Oh yes," he groaned moving his own mouth towards the gorgeous creature next to him.

"One hundred pounds please," she reminded, "but take out your money without moving your face. I want to keep your mouth near to me."

He was beyond redemption now and he would have done anything she asked. Five crisp twenty pound notes were pushed blindly into Angelica's hand.

"Thank you," she whispered as her lips bore down onto his handsome face. Angelica began to kiss the young man's cheek before moving round to his mouth and claiming his lips with her own. She started off gently, kissing him lightly but soon she deepened the kiss, flicking her tongue over Jason's lips, toying with the entrance to his mouth. 

Jason moaned and opened himself to the Eastern European girl, letting the blonde's tongue slide in and explore his mouth thoroughly. He could feel his head spinning; the sensations rippling through him were indescribable, blowing him away. He let himself enjoy the experience for a moment, but soon his body began to respond more urgently, telling him he needed more than just these wonderful kisses. Growling deep into her throat, Jason pushed Angelica away and stared at her, panting heavily.

"Touch me please," he groaned almost desperately.

"Fifty pounds and I touch you through your jeans. For one hundred pounds I will rub you in the flesh." 

Despite her gorgeous accent Angelica left Jason in no doubt as to what she was offering.

"This is my holiday money I am spending," he complained.

"So, you are spending it well."

"Shit." He moaned, and, despite his better judgement he handed over another fifty pounds to the manipulative beauty. Angelica moved the blanket onto Jason's lap. Laura glanced up from her magazine feeling more than a little hot after watching her friend's erotic antics.

Angelica stared at Jason locking her large sexy eyes onto his. Without taking her gaze off him, she felt for his crotch, roamed lightly over his buttons and stroked his bursting erection through the thin denim of his jeans. 

"Fuckkkkk!" he groaned.

Gently she began to run her fingers along the length of him, feeling and groping his huge hard on. Still maintaining constant eye contact she saw him swallow hard as the feelings of rampant lust were clearly getting the better of the young man. Angelica continued to work her hand slowly up and down his denim covered shaft. 

Her free hand rummaged up and into her clothes towards her breasts and for a moment she touched herself, while continuing to manipulate his cock, until she remembered where they were and, for the sake of decorum, stopped suddenly. 

Slowly, up and down, she slid her palm over his hard on making him shiver uncontrollably. He raised his head and their eyes met knowingly. Angelica smiled and conducted several swift sweeps along his rigid length. Jason groaned deeply and tensed his body as her thumb rubbed lightly across the top of his twitching, sensitive cock-head. He desperately wanted her to move into his jeans, touch him, feel him. His penis throbbed out a delighted response and the blonde beauty gripped him even harder. Throughout, Angelica sighed and moaned her own pleasure as his obvious excitement increased. Jason was extremely frustrated that Angelica could not get near to his flesh.

"Touch me for real, "he begged, "You have to make me come."

Angelica smiled.

"I said that would be one hundred pounds but I include a free kiss."

He groaned. Part of him felt as though he was being pleasurably extorted whilst another part of him knew that he was lost to her ministrations. He would have nothing left to buy his Hungarian currency with. 

Another five twenty pound notes found their way into Angelica's purse as she worked hard under the cover of the blanket to free his bursting shaft from its buttoned imprisonment. 

Then she was in. His cock was free. She squealed in blissful excitement. He moaned out loud – almost too loud.

Her hand loosely clasped him and his fingers moved to stroke her gorgeous face.

"Please, finish me off."

"But what will you do about me? I need to come as well you know."

"So let me make you ...ohhhhhhh... come too."

She increased the pressure of her hold on him.

"No way, not unless you pay me one hundred and fifty pounds more."

"What...but you said..."

"I know what I said, but I could pleasure myself easily enough!"

"Oh ...you....c.....ohhhhhh."

Her fingertips teased his scrotum as she reached deep inside his boxer shorts. His cock twitched in excited little jerks and she could sense him building towards his climax. Angelica's delicate hand gripped his pulsing shaft as her fingers closed around its considerable girth. Her right hand stroked lightly and sensually along his powerful organ as expert fingers kneaded him in a rhythmic exploration of his pure delight.

Angelica's hand slid down to cup his swollen scrotum, as the gorgeous Hungarian babe handled his balls tenderly in her palm. Jason grunted, his thighs twitched in involuntary spasm reacting to her teasing touch. His head slung back; eyes closed and mouth open as he bathed in the sensations washing over him. 

Gradually his muscles began to stiffen and his breathing grew more rapid. Angelica felt his tension rising and quickened her rhythm, her fingers gripping his cock just below the head. She could feel him shudder and knew that he was about to explode. This was the signal for the stunning student to reach down and squeeze the bulge of his testicles. That was it – he was over the edge.

"Fuck me, oh yesssssssssssss!"

"Shhhhh!" reprimanded Angelica with a short giggle, conscious of the fact they were on a packed airplane. Her remonstrations were to absolutely no avail. Jason almost shouted out his relief as, groaning, he shot jet after jet of hot semen onto his stomach and the underside of the blanket. She continued to wank him squeezing every last drop of sticky juice out from his tiring organ. 

Panting, he turned to the beautiful girl.

"Thank you, thank you." He was desperately grateful. She simply smiled and thought of the two hundred and eighty pounds that she had taken from him so far. Expertly, she squeezed his shaft to catch the last dribbles of his sperm in her hand. Staring directly into Jason's eyes she let go of him and moved her spunk covered palm to her mouth.

"You get this for nothing lover," she purred, then, to Jason's utter amazement, she licked her hand clean, leaned in to him and gave him his free kiss. 

He slumped back down into his seat, keen to make sure that the blanket stayed in place thereby retaining his modesty. They sat in silence for a while as his breathing gradually recovered. Laura glanced at her friend and smiled. Angelica pursed her lips and blew her room mate a kiss. Looking across at the satiated Jason, Angelica noticed that his eyes were closed and he appeared to be dozing no doubt lost for now in his own world of fantasy. 

The Hungarian babe slipped further down in her seat and attempted to rest for while. However it was not easy as every time she closed her eyes her mind focused on her own still highly sensitized need for sexual relief. Once again she glanced at Jason. Gently she pushed his arm. His lazy eyes opened slowly and he smiled.

"Hi," he whispered looking at the stunning beauty facing him, "am I still dreaming?"

Angelica laughed.

"Fuck me!"

"What? How will I do that?"

"I asked you to fuck me. Will you?"

He could feel his hard on returning and he nodded vigorously. Then he looked more skeptically at this gorgeous source of his sexual amusement.

"How much will that cost me?"

"How much do you have?"

"Erm..." he quickly scanned his wallet, appearing ever more keen not to miss out on this offer, the ultimate crescendo to their antics. 

"One hundred and thirty pounds and then that's it, I'm skint."

"That will do," replied the mercenary Angelica taking his money. "I will leave to go to the toilet in a minute. You give me a minute more and then follow me."




Mile High



Then she was gone. He was in heaven. He was about to join the mile high club, and with a gorgeous creature like this. Bollocks to the cash! His mind continued to wander around the fantastic possibilities of what sex with this goddess could possibly be like and he failed to notice the food and drinks trolley now parked at the end of his row.

******

Angelica had locked the toilet door behind her and she waited in anticipation for the knock. This had been perfect. Not only had she had a thoroughly good time with a handsome young man, but she had made over four hundred pounds into the bargain. She was reflecting pleasantly on these facts when a somewhat tentative knock sounded. Angelica reached for the lock and then stood back to allow her soon-to-be-lover into the small space.

A dark shadow filled the cubicle far more than Jason would ever have done.

"Who the fuck..." Her question was cut short as a large hand clasped over her mouth muffling her voice.

"I'm here for my fun slut. I am sitting behind you and I over-heard you bringing lover boy off. Then I picked up on your offer of a place in the mile high club. He's stuck behind the trolley dolly and so I'm here in his place. I assume that's ok?"

Angelica felt his other huge hand grip her arm tightly and nodded feigning enthusiasm.

The man's eyebrows lifted. "You are even more beautiful close up sweetheart. And it just so happens that my favourite hobby is pursuing the attentions of pretty girls?" He gave her a brutally sickening smile. "...and in your case a very pretty girl. I am going to release you now but if you cry out I'll beat you so bad that you won't ever be called beautiful again. Understand?"

He raised his hand, and gestured menacingly to make his threats even more clear.

Angelica shrunk away and nodded. He reached out and flipped open the first button of the short sequence of three on her skimpy, cropped top.

"Hey what...?" 

"The only thing I find more entertaining than fucking a gorgeous creature like you ..." the man moved to cup her easily accessible left breast "...Is undressing one."

He tilted his head. "Aren't you a little warm, all buttoned up like that?" He moved his hand again.

The second and third buttons on Angelica's top popped open. 

"No, don't!" her breasts were now accessible from both the underside and the cleavage. "Stop that! You...pervert!"

He tendered a look of surprise and mock hurt. 

"Pervert?" A menacing smile lifted his lips, and a fire of malicious intent gleamed in his dark eyes. "I can show you perversion, if you like." 

He lifted both of his hands. Angelica again shirked away thinking quickly of something to distract him. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

"You wanted my breast?" she asked, trying to placate her assailant.

"Yes." 

She scooped her flesh up in one hand, cupping herself, raising the beautiful mound higher for him to see. The dark erect nipple pointed at him, and he fell upon her, wrapping his lips around it, exploring the shape with his tongue. She sighed, and he sucked hard on her until his mouth was full and he could taste the perfumed sweetness of her skin. 

A constant flat line of lust began to settle over him, and he lavished his tongue upon her, twirling around the base of her nipple, flicking over the top of it, massaging deep into her breast with the steady action of his mouth.

"Kiss me," she commanded him.

Her mouth was as succulent as her breast, yielding quickly before him as he snaked his tongue between her teeth, to probe her succulence and warmth. She pulled him in feeling his hard solid erection against her groin.

Then her hand was on him, squeezing his rigid flesh and provoking it to strain harder against the fabric of his clothes. 

Her fingers were skilled, her touch knowing as she worked her way into his fly and under his shorts. The shock of her hand against his skin made him momentarily light headed, his huge body threatening to release an orgasm before she had even started fully.

Her grip was hard and insistent, sliding the foreskin up over his engorged tip, and then peeling it back to leave him exposed once more. She worked him slowly, building the pressure in his cock and stomach until he thought he might explode. He wanted to be inside this stunning fuck-toy, to force her back against the stark wall of the lavatory, slip aside the delicate thong that no doubt covered her pussy and find his way into the inviting dampness of her sex.

"Do you like that?" she asked him, her tone knowing.

"Yes." 

"Turn around." Angelica had to stop this barbarian from raping her and luckily she had learned enough from the back streets of Budapest to save her body from its impending humiliation.

He had no idea what she was going to do to him now but whatever it was he wanted more.

Then he was suddenly hit from behind and thrown to the ground. Another telling blow landed squarely on his back as he slumped against the toilet wall, the wind knocked out of him. Angelica grabbed his arm and twisted it up tightly behind his back. Then, despite the apparent slight build of this deceptive seductress, he was yanked to his feet. The cold of a razor sharp steel switch blade, smuggled onto the plane, dented his straining neck muscles.

"Ok you perv here's what we do. You fasten yourself up, turn around and go back to your seat. You don't look at me again and you certainly don't attempt to touch me. Ok?"

Silence.

"Ok?" Her tone was now more menacing, demanding an answer.

"Y...y...yes, ok!" he stammered.

"Oh, and this little incident just cost you one hundred pounds. Give."

He reached inside his pocket, without once removing his eyes from hers, and gave her a wad of notes that actually totaled one hundred and eighty pounds.

"Ok now go."

He buttoned himself up and could not get out fast enough. Angelica once more locked the door. There appeared to be no queue which was a relief. She smiled to herself and placed the cash in her own pocket. She was about to return to her seat when there was another knock. This time she was wary. No way did she want a repeat of what had just happened. Reaching down she unlocked the door and peeked out. It was Jason, she sighed with relief.

"Are you okay? Did that other guy try to get in? I'm sorry Angelica I got stuck behind the refreshment trolley."

"It's okay Jason. He just knocked on the door and I told him he would have to wait and so I guess he went away."

Jason stared at the beautiful girl before him. The experience of having her in the seat was fantastic enough but seeing her at her full, slim height was exceptional. She really was stunning.

Pent up lust radiated from her and Jason gulped in awe as he saw her small pink tongue dart out and wet her full pouting lips.

Angelica reached down to his groin and began to trace her fingers around his jean-covered cock, feeling the hardening length grow even more under her touch. 

He groaned. She felt horny with his cock so close, and yet so far away from her own ever moistening pussy. Surrendering to her feelings she reached down to squeeze him - hard.

"I need to be fucked." Jason laughed. Then watched, mesmerized, as she reached down to her waist.

Angelica raised her hips, slowly undid her fly and slid down her jeans along with her small, silk white panties. She stood before him entirely naked from the undersides of her breasts downwards. Jason stared at the thin line of blond pubic hair. He needed longer to savour her but they were short on time and space. Angelica wanted him to see her masturbate and so she licked her fingertips then slid them down her belly and between her thighs to touch her puffed up, pink pussy lips. 

"I'm so wet, Jason, so very wet, and sooooooo empty." 

To emphasize the point Angelica slipped her middle finger inside the slit, and began to move it slowly so that she wouldn't explode before he was inside her. Jason's eyes seemed to grow as he watched her fingers disappear into her glorious snatch. But the Eastern European girl was so horny that she needed more....

"Oh, Jason, my fingers feel so good. Only a nice hard cock could do me better now." she moaned.

Quickly he whipped out his solid erection and took her in his arms. With frantic desperation he pushed her against the wall, pulled her slim, tanned legs around him and shoved his full length easily inside her. Then he began to fuck her, pulling himself almost out with each thrust, then pausing slightly before thrusting back in as deep as he could go. Since he had already climaxed a short while ago, Jason had no difficulty restraining his own orgasm until he felt Angelica move under him. Her legs tightened around his waist as she cried out.

The Hungarian beauty whimpered and moaned uncontrollably as she closed her eyes focusing all of her thoughts on the piston like thrusts Jason was fucking her with. Then she stopped thinking at all as Jason gave one mighty push and Angelica began to climax hard. With her eyes squeezed tight her whole body shuddered.

"Oh yes I come!" she wailed, but she didn't stop humping her hot pussy against her lover's hard body. Jason kept moving inside her, fucking her as his mouth covered her right breast, his teeth biting gently while his penis worked its magic.

The spasms came again, this time wrenching her hips away from the wall, as she was consumed by orgasm once more. Angelica could hear her voice echoing off the toilet's bear walls, begging Jason, asking him not to stop. Then he joined her in the world of ecstasy.

"Angelica I love you," he yelled as his back arched and he spurted jet after thick jet of hot sperm into his lover.

"Ohhhhhhh yessssssss!" He hissed as his release came. Both bodies, still entwined, slipped to the ground. It was done. Angelica had come, twice, and Jason had never been so satisfied in his entire life.

He looked at her. She smiled.

"So, that's it then?" he asked, hoping that somehow there would be more.

"It is my lover boy. But here." Picking up her jeans she reached inside the pocket and counted out five twenty pound notes. Jason smiled. She knew that the hulk she had just scared the shit out of had paid her one hundred and eighty pounds, but Jason didn't and he was very, very grateful for the 'refund'. Angelica reached forward and kissed him, softly.

"Thank you Jason." She stood up and replaced her jeans.

"Here take this." She handed her brief white, silk thong to him. He took it quickly and pushed it into his pocket. It would be a valuable memento when, later tonight, he tried to recall his eventful flight to Hungary. 

******

"Thank you, and bye," said Laura politely to the stewardess as they disembarked. Angelica followed her down the steps and into the terminal building. Jason was behind them both. He looked weary but very happy. Angelica stopped and turned.

"Thank you Jason. I hope you have a nice time in my homeland." She moved towards him and planted a short kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, bye." She smiled. He just stared. The girl of his dreams was walking away from him. He was over three hundred pounds worse off, but the meories were more than worth it.

"So here we are Laura, my home." 

Both girls turned to each other and smiled.

******

THE END.

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Mile High



That certainly hadn't been the plan. I had no idea I would end up ball deep in my girlfriend on the way to our romantic getaway, but it was great. But let me give you some background. Vanessa and I were traveling to a ranch in the mountains of Arizona for an uninterrupted weekend of pleasure. 

The problem came when we got to the airport after work Friday afternoon. The regional carrier that we were flying on from California to Phoenix had over booked the six and eight pm flights so even though we were there on time the bitch at the counter said we would just have to wait. We almost got seats on the eight o'clock flight, but a returning pilot got priority. Vanessa had laid her head in my lap and went to sleep an hour earlier. As she lay there her dress fell away from her body just enough so that I could see the swell of her breast. Of course that would be when my dick decided to get hard and stay that way for nearly an hour. Not at all comfortable let me tell you.

Finally, well after nine they called us to the desk and told us that we were guaranteed on the next flight as it was almost empty. Soon they were calling the flight and only five people stood up including Vanessa and I. Two were an older couple, who looked to be in their early eighties and the third a middle aged business man type. We were the last to board and Vanessa led the way up the ramp. I was glad to lag behind and watch her ass swing. She isn't tall, only about 5'6" but she's got a great body. Her tits are firm 34c's and they complement the hour glass shadow she cast. Her hair is dark brown and goes well with her Asian features. She was wearing a yellow sundress through which you could see the lines of her bra and the side of her thong if you were looking hard enough. I was. 

The old couple sat in the front and the businessman took a seat a few seats further back. Thinking that the old guy would snore if he fell asleep I pushed Vanessa farther back down the aisle. We settled on a row of three seats to the rear of the plane along the right side. I figured Vanessa would be able to catch a few more winks by curling up on the extra seat. After we were all seated the stewardess went through a rapid fire presentation of the flight safety procedures. It was obvious that she was as tired as we all were. It was one of the few flights were I didn't mind watching the safety briefing as she was a tall athletic blond who filled out her uniform quite nicely and her legs looked absolutely perfect in those tanned stockings. Luckily, Vanessa was already snoozing on against my shoulder.

We prepared for take off and were soon in the air. After about fifteen minutes the stewardess came down the aisle.

"Aw, how sweet." she grinned when she saw Vanessa asleep on my shoulder. 

"Can I get you a blanket?"

"That'd be great." I replied

Reaching up into the storage the stewardess, whose name was Mary, retrieved one of the harsh woolen blankets that airlines love to inflict on their customers. I noticed her name because I was staring up at her marvelous tits as she stretched up for the blanket. What can I say. I am a dog. Coming down with the blanket she opened it and spread it gently over Vanessa then turned back to the front of the plane. Suddenly she glanced back at me and grinned ever so slightly as the corner of her eyebrow lifted. After she walked away I puzzled over that grin until I realized that the loose jeans I had on clearly showed the hard on I was sporting from looking at Mary's tits. My face turn red and I stirred in my seat. Vanessa groaned a bit next to me and her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me and smiled then repositioned herself to go back to sleep, but as she did her hand brushed over my hard on. Her head popped up just a bit and the smile got broader.

"Is this for me?"

"Who else darling? This weekend will be great."

For just a split second her eyes were downcast and then she perked back up. 

"I know!" she giggled.

She stuck her head up over the chairs in front of us like a furtive meerkat and saw that everyone was asleep except the stewardess, and she was sitting in the jump seat at the front of the plane reading. Dropping her head back down Vanessa laid her head against my shoulder, but her hand dropped to my crotch and she began to rub my hard on through my jeans. My head snapped around.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Oh we'll be fine just be quiet and whisper if the stewardess is on her way down. I'll cover you with the blanket." She responded.

With that she unzipped my fly and slipped my dick out into her hand and began to slow pump and massage it. I started to get brave and reached a hand under the blanket and slipped her dress down off her shoulders. I then reached a hand behind her to un-snap her bra, but it was a front loader so I adjusted and liked it even better as her bra stayed on while I played with her tits. By now we were both steaming up so I slipped up the bottom of her dress so I could reach and massage her crotch. This required her to shift her position a bit and not being one to waste effort she dropped her head into my lap and began to suck on my cock. I was really getting into it and slowly let up on her pussy as my body responded to her caresses. My head rolled back and I let out a sigh. She giggled. But how could she giggle around a mouth full of cock?

Startled, my eyes flew open and there, standing behind Vanessa, was Mary. Vanessa had stopped and sheepishly turned her head around. Mary gave us a big grin and said,

"Looks to me like your lookout got distracted."

Vanessa was speechless. She just groaned. I managed a sheepish, "Hehe, sorry about that."

"No, no. Look its late. Your not disturbing anyone and besides as bad as I need it sometimes, I'm not gonna get in the way of someone else's fun. Just be quiet. The rest of the plane is asleep."

"Are you serious!"

"Sure, like I said just keep it down...and up" And with that she shot a glance at my now flaccid dick. What can I say the old boy doesn't handle surprises well!

Vanessa grinned and recovered her voice. "You don't have to worry about that." And she gave my dick a squeeze. I was shocked. She was never that forward.

Mary leaned down and whispered something in Vanessa's ear. Vanessa smiled again and said ok. Then Mary returned to the front of the plane and Vanessa returned to my dick. In a heartbeat I was hard as iron again. The added stimulus of surprise and a touch of exhibitionism had me brimming over. My hand was now rubbing furiously on Vanessa's pussy and clit and she was squirming in the seat.

Her head popped up off my dick audibly and she leaned forward and yanked my pants down around my ankles then grabbed me and moved me to the center seat. In the faint glow from the no smoking and emergency lights I could see the apple like curve of her as descending over my shaft. Slowly her pussy engulfed me and she began to slowly pump up and down. The blanket was forgotten and I had both tits cupped in my hands while she rode my cock. I leaned into nibble and kiss her neck and with one eye looked past her bobbing hair to see that Mary was in the jump seat again with a magazine. Funny thing it was held upright and her right hand seemed to be caressing between her thighs. Her eyes weren't on the magazine either. They briefly met mine then held. This really did it for me the combination of knowing we were being watched and fucking out in the open drove me to the brink. I grabbed Vanessa by the hair pulled her down into me and said,

"I'm coming." and shot my load deep inside her.

My eyes rolled back again and I relaxed the tension in my body. Vanessa still needed release, but I needed just a second of ecstasy. I relaxed and shut my eyes and heard a chime. My eyes flew open in time to see Vanessa's finger retreating from the call button. I looked up and Mary was walking down the aisle towards us. I tried to gather the blanket, but Vanessa just shooed away my hand.

"Wait", she purred.

"Can I help you?" Mary asked as she arrived.

"You were right." said Vanessa. "The excitement was to much for him."

"Oh! You poor baby! You," she indicated me. "Switch over to the other side of the aisle and actually pay attention this time."

"And you. Lay back and let me take care of you." 

Vanessa laid back like she had been told and crouching on the seat Mary began to lick her pussy. She didn't play around she dove in there like a woman possessed, and in just a minute my girlfriend was biting down on a pillow I had retrieved to keep from screaming out. She writhed in the seat and her face was a map of pleasure. My dick had begun to harden again and I was hoping I could get back in on the action when suddenly Vanessa screamed through the pillow and I saw her body seize, shake, and relax as the waves of a tremendous orgasm took her. The sound had been muffled, but Mary stood up anyway whispered again in Vanessa's ear, and walked back to the front of the plane. It may have just been the ride, but its seemed like her legs weren't entirely steady.

I slid back over to Vanessa and kissed her deeply, but she pushed me back and started getting dressed. I was just about to put on my pouting face when she grinned from ear to ear and said, 

"Mary's shift ends after this flight and she's off for the next three days. I invited her to go with us to the mountains and she accepted." 

I was stunned.

Speechless.

"Get your clothes on silly we're descending into Phoenix. Mary had to stop going down when we started going down.



Mile High



I am sitting on a mostly empty plane, third row from the back. This part of the plane is almost entirely deserted, most people preferring to sit up front and closer to the exit. I was running late when I boarded, and headed for my usual spot near the back without noticing too many of the other passengers on the way.

A few minutes after takeoff, I notice that across the aisle from me, in the window seat, is a striking looking girl in tight jeans and a tight blue half shirt, sliding gently over perky little tits. Her belly is tan, her dark hair cropped short. 

She and I are the only ones within 5 rows of each other. I steal a few glances over at her. She's reading some sort of romance novel and seems not to notice me. My imagination takes over and I begin to picture all sorts of nasty things I'd like to do with her. As a result, my cock begins to grow in my tight jeans, soon becoming quite painful in the cramped seat. I loosen my seatbelt, but that doesn't help much. I'm now imagining banging her in the lavatory, her ass up on the sink and her legs wrapped around my waist as I plow into her tight slit. I decide the pressure is too much, and I grab my jacket from the seat next to me and drape it over my crotch. Underneath it, I unzip my jeans and free that powerful erection, my hand sliding up and down as my pre-cum lubricates the shaft. This is exhilarating, jacking off while watching the subject of my fantasy, sitting not 10 feet away.

As I watch her, she seems to sense someone looking at her, and glances over, her eyes meeting mine and then slowly dropping to my jacket, which is mysteriously moving up and down at my waist.

Her hand goes to her mouth instinctively, and after an initial shocked expression, her look softens and a mischevious smile appears at the corners of her mouth.

She seems to think for a moment, then, looking around quickly, lifts up her shirt just over one silk bra-covered breast. The bra is light blue, and her nipple stands out against the thin fabric.

She pulls the top of the bra down and gently twists the swollen red nipple. As her fingers circle it, her eyelids drop about halfway closed and she gazes back down at my waist. My shyness is gone at this point, so I slide the jacket off onto the floor, showing her my stiff cock in all its glory, as well as my lubed hand sliding up and down.

She bites her lower lip, then unzips her jeans and unbuttons the top button. I can see the top edge of a light blue silk panty. She runs her tongue over her lips and slides two fingers under her panties shyly, and then pulls them out, bringing them to her lips and licking her own juices off of them. My cock is now at full attention, and I continue to jack myself off as she watches. Her hand ventures back into her panties, moving up and down now in faster strokes.

I poke my head over the seats and watch for the stewardess coming, but they are just beginning the drink service in the front of the plane.

I decide to take a chance and move over into the seat next to her. She makes room for me, and without saying a word I lean over, kiss her on the cheek and quickly slide my right hand into her pants and under her panties as she grips my rock hard cock, sliding her hand up and down the shaft. More pre-cum oils her hand as she moves fromthe purple head down to the bottom. She cups my balls as I maneuver a whole finger up her tight, wet pussy. Her clit is rock hard as I finger her. I can smell the sweet aroma of her aroused pussy. The noise of the engines drowns out the sloppy flapping noises of our hands rubbing against slick skin. Her breath becomes shorter until she finally succumbs to a silent, rocking orgasm. When the waves subside, she smiles and leans down, easing my whole rod into her mouth, sucking furiously to get me off before anyone comes by. I look over the seat again. The stewardess is closer now, coming down the aisle with the drink cart. My balls are bursting with hot cum. She deep throats me one last time and I spray a load of sticky semen into her mouth, pumping several times as I grip her hair, thrusting up into her throat. She swallows quickly and sits up, her lips darting around the outside of her mouth. I try to fit my cock back into my pants and zip up, still hard and straining. 

We both sit politely with our hands in our laps as the stewardess reaches us, smiling. She drops off some peanuts and gives me a sly grin as she heads back up the aisle. Does she know? I look over and notice a small stream of my cum dripping down the right side of the girl's mouth. She smiles, licks at it, then kisses me full on the lips before I move back to my seat, not a single word having passed between us.



Mile High



The driver opened the door, and the smell of aviation fuel flooded into the limo. With practiced ease she swivelled her legs on the leather seat to get out. As she did so, the skirt of the pale cream Chanel suit rode up just a fraction, and she smiled inwardly as the driver caught a glimpse of her stocking tops through the slit at the side of the skirt. She could have prevented it of course, but she loved the feeling of power. Men are so easily manipulated. A flash of thigh or a hint of cleavage and they lose all sense of proportion. Well, most men did anyway. But in her profession (or was it professions?) you get to know the little tricks that will grab the attention of even the most reluctant man. 

Sara thanked the driver who summoned a porter to take her luggage. The doors slid open and she flicked the Ray Bans so they perched like a tiara on the top of her head. With a few confident, measured strides, her four inch heels (Gucci, matching cream of course) clicking out a steady rhythm on the shiny floor, she made a bee line for the first class passenger check-in.

The male check-in attendant was practically salivating by the time she crossed the 20 meters from the door to his desk. His female colleague at the next desk also had a few thoughts she'd rather not reveal to her boyfriend.

"Sara Devonshire, for Riyadh."

The attendant smiled, asked for her passport and as he typed in the name a red alert came up on his screen. She was flagged as a priority passenger – he probably saw this kind of alert once a week. She was clearly a very important passenger. With only a couple of sideways glances at her cleavage, he unconsciously licked his lips and allocated her the seat she requested. He knew she was way out of his league – almost certainly connected to the royal family, or some very senior politician, maybe a high class professional hooker one of the Royal Family had in tow.

Sara registered the licked lips, but she knew she had him before that – maybe it was the stalks his eyes were attached to, or the three furtive glances he had made at her breasts. After the second one she decided to give him a little reward, and leaned forward slightly. God, men really are so easy to influence!

Her priority passenger status saw she was whisked through immigration and passport control. The rather unkempt looking immigration officer had taken a few seconds to study her passport and compare the photograph to the spectacularly good looking woman in front of him. For him, this was a pleasant change from the steady stream of drab business men, or former rock stars that normally filed past him in this channel. Her blonde hair rolled lazily down her cheeks in gentle waves, and rested effortlessly on her shoulder. Her cool, blue eyes and her lips, which were glossed to match her outfit, both had the merest hint of a smile. Her passport said 1.59 metres, though because of the heels she looked taller. She was just starting to get impatient, and about to use one of her techniques to speed him up a bit, when he smiled, handed the well used passport back, and wished her a pleasant trip. She in turn smiled and nodded her head, and as she did so, there was a flash of gold and diamond earring from within the blonde waves of hair. As she walked away from him she left behind the intoxicating fragrance of her expensive perfume.

There are times when it's cool to be late, and times when it's cool to be early. International air travel definitely fits into the latter category. It's very hard to look stylish and dignified if you're scrabbling around trying to wave a passport at someone while dashing to the gate with your hand baggage falling apart behind you. In the First Class Passenger lounge she had time to relax, read (she had brought Vogue, The New Scientist and the FT), and watch people, which as a psychology graduate, is what she really enjoyed.

Passenger Lounges were always a good place for people watching. And Sara loved people watching! Besides, in her profession, it's also quite important. Over there is a woman who is desperately trying to look cool, calm and collected but in reality is scared shitless at the prospect of the journey she's about to undertake. Her medium length dark hair is getting increasingly unkempt, and she has enough pills in front of her to open a pharmacy. Of course, Sara knew that most people who fear flying are actually control freaks, and their fear comes from not being in control. 

And there, in the corner is a businessman and his secretary. Well, let's face it, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to read that body language. From the travel guide she's looking at they are off to Singapore – conference no doubt. Aha, just a hint of a touch there. Whoa, just look at that eye contact; they aren't even going to make it to the hotel! The mile high club looks like it's got a couple of potential members there.

Oh and look at him, poor bloke, frantically sweating over his presentation. Now he's on the phone for last minute figures for his proposal. Funny, there's another guy in the same position – making last minute changes for a big deal or a proposal. But he's just the opposite. Same frantic activity, but he loves it, being on the edge - because secretly he knows he's got it all under control. 

By the time she'd got back to Vogue she had summed up half the passengers in the lounge. She needed to decide on the dress for the BAFTA award ceremony that Richard would be taking her to next week. She liked Richard. In fact, she liked most of her regulars – nothing kinky with Richard, not that that was a problem – but he was considerate, always paid her well, and never baulked at the price of her clothes. And at the end of the day, he knew it was just business, and that he was just another name in her book. But the reason she was so good at her job, and was paid so well, was because she knew how to make men not think about that when they were with her. 

The dress was still unselected when a soft voice, almost as if it didn't want to disturb the passengers, came over the tannoy and announced that her flight was ready to be boarded. She was relieved to see there was only a handful of First Class passengers headed for Riyadh. In addition to the over anxious businessman, the petrified woman, who by the glazed expression she wore was now severely drugged up on Valium, and a man in Arab dress, there was a man who in his youth would have been handsome enough to star in Hollywood movies. Even now at, what was he? Fifty seven? He was still better looking than many men half his age. As they walked off toward the gate, Sara noticed his long, easy strides and knew he looked after himself too. Hmm, this might not be too bad after all.

To the extent that you sit next to anyone in first class, Sara was next to him. She smiled at him, and as the Air Hostie stowed her carry on baggage, she held the eye contact just long enough. Then as she eased herself into the large first class seat/bed she let her skirt ride up just enough to keep his attention. He smiled back and said something about the weather in Riyadh as he retrieved his laptop from his bag. But his eyes kept coming back to her legs. She kept up the pressure by flicking off the Gucci heels. She saw him swallow, and then drag his eyes back to his laptop. Enough for now – the hook had been baited. 

Once at cruising altitude, the first class cabin settled down into a smooth routine. The flight attendants moved effortlessly around and seemed to anticipate their clients' every whim. The man with the laptop had started to do some work. The man in Arab dress was watching a movie and psycho-woman was in a drug induced sleep. Sara sat and looked at New Scientist and waited for the right moment. Laptop man, who she had overheard being called Mr Kaminski, stretched out. This was the moment, Sara glanced at her watch.

Sara stood up; the legs were enough to catch his eye.

"Excuse me, but I think I need a little help". She smiled, and then turning away from him started down the wide aisle. After a couple of steps she turned back and held out her hand for him to follow. He started to mumble something about putting away his laptop, but with a "you can't be serious" kind of look, she stepped towards him and took his hand. 

Almost reluctantly, he put down his still humming laptop and followed her to the first class section washroom. Whilst larger than those in Economy, there still wasn't a huge amount of space; but enough for what she needed. Once inside she unbuttoned the jacket of the Chanel suit, the only clothing underneath was a low cut, very sexy bra. Without saying a word, she put her arms round his neck, and her mouth and tongue attacked his in a kiss of frantic intensity. He responded with equal aggression and started to tear at her bra which he lifted over her breasts and his mouth turned its attention to her nipples. Sara threw her head back and let out a series of gasps and moans. 

After a very short while, she made a smooth movement and started to undo his belt. He stopped and looked at her, and let out his own gasp as with a single smooth movement, she pushed down his trousers and boxers. With a smile she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth. 

Sara was experienced enough to know he wouldn't last long, but a glance at her watch in the mirror reassured her that she wasn't in trouble. So she slowly stood up and turned away from him. Looking back over her shoulder, with what she knew to be her most mischievous look, she inched the skirt higher. Past her hold up stocking tops, over the roundness of her near perfect buttocks, to her waist. She then parted her legs, leaned over, reached round and moved her lacy black thong to the side. 

He gripped her waist and she had a sharp intake of breath as he entered her. As she predicted, he didn't last long and with a stifled cry, he held himself in her. She had faked enough orgasms to have got very good at it; he would never realise it hadn't been real. 

They cleaned up and he was gentleman enough to leave first to give herself some extra time. She kissed him and thanked him. As he left, she looked at her watch – 14 minutes, no problem. It was an expensive laptop – probably a 250GB drive. That would take slightly under 10 minutes to copy, as long as her accomplice did his job. Or was it her job?

She returned to her seat, and Mr Kaminski looked up and smiled at her. She returned the smile and put the seat into its sleeping position and drifted off to sleep. Safely on the ground in Riyadh, the First Class cabin emptied, and as she walked into the air conditioned airport building, Sara wondered who was the MI5 agent that she had assisted. She had narrowed it down to two, when her people watching skills made her realise that neither the Arab gentlemen, nor the Air Hostess was her partner as she'd thought. 

Striding surprisingly confidently and looking very alert for a fear of flying basket case who has been on drugs for several hours, the dark haired woman went straight to the Diplomatic Passport queue and away. Obviously she hadn't been the only good actress on board.



Mile High



My fingers dug into the arm of the chair as the engines of the aircraft roared and I felt myself being pushed down into the seat. The roar of the engines got louder and louder as we left the ground with a deep vibration that passed through me. I managed to open my eyes and get my breathing under control and relaxed my grip on the arms of my seat. 

"First time?" came a gentle voice.

I looked up into the face of a gorgeous stewardess. I swallowed hard and nodded; she smiled and offered to get me a drink from the bar. I watched her walk away and smiled.

"Nice ass!" said a voice next to me. I looked over to see a stunning redhead who was smiling from ear to ear. 

"What?" I stammered too stunned to say anything else.

"I said she has a nice ass." She repeated.

"Yes, yes she has a very fine ass." I agreed.

"Why thank you!" said the stewardess. I looked straight ahead into her eyes. She handed me my drink and leaned forward whispering in my ear.

"You should see my tits and pussy."

I took a healthy gulp from my drink before replying.

"I would love to." I somehow managed.

"Good!" the stewardess said, "Enjoy your flight."

I could still feel the heat from my blushing hot on my face as she turned and went about her duties.

"Lucky man," the redhead said.

"Yes I am." I told her.

"It appears you are ready for her right now." I heard her say.

I looked down at my crotch and there for any to see was my erection pressing against my blue jeans.

"Mmm my mouth is watering just thinking about your cock in my mouth." She moaned.

"Oh my god!" I whispered as my erection became harder still.

"Lover I would give anything to ride that cock of yours until we both came together!" The redhead moaned in my ear. I could feel the heat of her breath against my skin. I was practically shaking with need.

"And I would love to fuck you til you couldn't walk straight!" I whispered.

"God baby I am so wet!" she moaned again in my ear. Her breath was making my erection painfully clear now. 

"Well look at you!" the stewardess said as she passed. "Do you want another drink?"

"Yes please." I moaned.

"She wants you," Said the redhead, "I need you!"

I bit my lip and tried to clear my head but when I closed my eyes all I could see was the stewardess riding my cock facing away from me as the redhead straddled my face letting me lick her soaked pussy. I could almost feel a hand stroking me lightly tracing the length of my shaft and suddenly I realized that someone was doing just that. I opened my eyes and saw the lustful glitter in the redhead's eyes as her hand rested lightly in my lap.

"It'll be dark soon and that's when the fun can really begin." The redhead said.

"My name is James by the way." I told her.

"I am Deirdre a pleasure," she emphasized with a gentle squeeze of my cock. "We are flying east so it won't be long until we catch up with the night."

"Yes," I moaned as she continued to pleasure me, "and when it gets dark..."

"I will unzip you, free that monster cock of yours and suck you off until you cum in my mouth. Oh and I will swallow every drop!" she said challenging me.

"What if you don't?" I asked her.

"What do you mean what if I don't?" Deirdre asked.

"I mean it sounds like a challenge the way you said that." I told her.

"Ah," she said thinking on the fly, "well if I can't swallow every drop you can... you can..."

"You let me fuck you in the ass." I inserted.

"Done!" She said fiercely. "And if I do?"

"I will spend two days of my vacation with you making you cum over and over again." 

I could see her visibly shudder in pleasure. We shook hands just as the stewardess came over to check up on us. I finally caught a good look at her nametag and in friendly white letters it said 'Brenda'.

"So what is going on over here?" Brenda asked.

"We have a wager." I announced.

"What sort of wager?" she asked eyes wide with curiosity.

I motioned for her come closer so I could whisper it in her ear. When I did her eyes fixed on Deirdre, then me, and then back on Deirdre.

"Well what about me?" Brenda pouted. 

The wheels turned and I smiled brilliantly and whispered once more into her ear. Brenda stood up straight and you could see she was pondering my offer.

"Okay but we have to be discreet." Brenda said licking her lips. She walked away and Deirdre gave me a quizzical look.

"What did you say to her?" She asked.

"I told her I wanted to join the Mile High Club with her." I said proudly.

"Before or after our contest?" Deirdre asked.

"After." I told her. "I have a lot of pent up hunger to let you have."

"Really? You are attractive and smart and hung like a bull how could you possibly be 'pent up?'"

"I have a very stressful job that doesn't allow for much down time." I told her.

"Oh, so this is a very important vacation for you." Deirdre said genuine compassion in her voice.

We both fell silent as the aircraft sped towards nightfall and my hunger grew and grew. Before I knew it the sun began to set and I can tell you there is no more beautiful sight. I leaned towards Deirdre to get a better look out her window. We shared that long moment as the sky was set on fire by the retreating sun and before long the reds and gold were replaced with violet and indigo and finally with utter blackness. I sat back in my seat, closed my eyes and replayed the sunset in my mind over and over. 

I felt her hand on me suddenly. Her fingers moved slowly and without any hint of being hurried at all. I bit back a moan as my body reacted to her deft touch. The lights in the aircraft dimmed significantly and I leaned back and let her do all the work. Her fingers traced me at first getting me nice and hard before freeing me. She used a blanket to hide what she was doing the clever little minx. I let out a low sigh as I felt her fingers wrap around the shaft of my cock. She began to stroke me getting me even more excited than before. I felt the blanket shift a little and then there was her hot breath on me and her mouth swallowing the sensitive head of my dick. Her tongue swirled around the head as her hand moved up and down the length occasionally giving the shaft a squeeze. I fought to control my breath as I was really enjoying myself but didn't want to alert anyone else to what was going on. I opened my eyes just for a moment and there was Brenda watching us a wicked gleam in her eye. Then she disappeared from view and I closed my eyes once more. Deirdre worked about three inches of me into her mouth and her head did a little bob as she sucked me off. Her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft as her tongue teased me to new heights of pleasure.

"God it has been so long!" I whispered so only she could hear it.

She needn't respond as her lips and tongue said volumes. I reached under the blanket and ran my fingers through her hair and she moaned at this sending pleasure through my body. I continued to stroke her hair as she stroked my cock. If this was how she sucked dick I couldn't wait to feel her pussy wrapped around me for two days. I was lost in the pleasure once again and I could feel my orgasm getting closer and closer. It was like a rogue wave that threatened to hit at any time but I held it off by sheer force of will. Deirdre must have sensed how close I was or maybe it was my cock growing even thicker in her mouth. Either way she adjusted herself so that she could take more of the length down her throat and she began to deep throat me. I could feel her head bobbing up and down while her cheeks caved in while applying even more suction. My entire body began to shake and without a word of warning my dick sent jet after jet of hot cum down her throat. I could hear her swallow over and over again drinking up my semen like it was liquid gold. After my climax had subsided I lifted up the blanket to see her smiling face and one large drop of cum fall from her lips onto my jeans. I looked down and she followed my gaze and shrugged. I mouthed the words, 'your ass is mine' and she just smiled ear to ear. Deirdre tucked me in, zipped me up and positioned herself next to me.

"You really want to fuck me in the ass?" she asked finally.

"Yes I do." I told her.

"Well you are in for a treat then. Not only do I do anal but I enjoy it almost as much as vaginal."

"Mmm lucky me." I purred in her ear. "I meet a redhead who likes to do all the naughty things I have wanted to do for so damn long."

"I take it you have a thing for redheads too." Deirdre said smiling wickedly.

"Oh yes I do!" I said a bit too loud.

"Well check this out." She said pulling up her skirt revealing her soaked pussy with a racing stripe of red hair that matched that on top of her head. She dropped her skirt back down and snuggled back down next to me. We both drifted off to sleep after my powerful orgasm drained me of the stress I had clung to from three years without a vacation.

I woke up to a gentle touch on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Brenda smiling down at me.

"It's time!" she said in a conspiracy like tone of voice. I turned and saw that Deirdre had taken the blanket and was leaning up against the window. I rose to my feet and followed Brenda to the front of the plane. She pulled me into a bathroom and closed it behind us. 

"We can't be very loud and there isn't a whole lot of room." She explained. Both statements were obvious and even as I looked around she was peeling off her underwear and bending herself over the sink offering me her pussy right then and there. My jeans hit the floor a few seconds later and I eased my cock between her pussy lips just a bit later. We both moaned as I penetrated her and she enveloped me. Her pussy was so damn tight and slick with need. There wasn't a lot of room for moving but I would make use of what we did have. Soon we had a nice rhythm going as I fucked that tight hole of hers in quick hard jabs of my hips. I could hear her grunt each time I was buried deep in her and that made me all the more hungry to fuck her silly. I looked down and watched as my cock disappeared into her and she looked over her shoulder and moaned softly, 'do you like the view?' I nodded as I flexed my dick inside of her and she had to cup her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming. I pulled out and spun her around and sat her atop the sink before drilling her pussy once more. I leaned close to her as my hips slammed as hard as I could muster. I moaned in her ear, 'like this cock of mine?' She nodded her reply as she clenched her pussy muscles to match my flexing cock. I felt my second climax begin to build and build. I told Brenda I was close and she told me the same. We wanted to cum at the same moment so we adjust how fast and hard I was thrusting until with a deep soul wrenching kiss we both came together. The kiss deepened as it kept us from screaming and alerting everyone on the plane as to our rendezvous. I kept my cock in her until both of our breathing and heartbeats got somewhere near normal. The kissed deepened and I felt myself harden inside of her much to my delight and her surprise. 

"Again?" She moaned breaking the kiss.

"Unless you don't want to?" I said.

"No it's not that." Brenda said.

"Then?" I asked looking deep into her eyes.

"I have never met a guy who could go twice in a row after so strong an orgasm." She explained.

"Should I leave?" I asked her hoping she would say no.

"No... I just need to... I mean I want to..."

"Just say it." I told her.

"I want to swallow your cum just like that redhead did."

"Ah." I said softly. "Well if I let you do that then you have to accept the same challenge she did."

"What was the challenge?" she asked with a brilliant smile.

"If you suck seed, I mean succeed you get me for two days to be pleasured like no other."

"And if I fail?" she cocked her head to the side smiling all the more.

"I get to tap that fine ass of yours." I said.

"You mean anal sex?" She asked mockingly shocked.

"You got it one. You must swallow every drop though." I said.

"And what if I forfeit?" She asked leaning forward and chewing on my ear. "Will you fuck my ass anyways?"

"Yes I believe that would be the case."

"Hmmm. Well that being the case sit down and watch." Brenda said. I sat on the toilet and she turned to face away from me and used our mixed fluids began to lube up her tiny little asshole. She moaned softly as her index finger made little circles at first then applying more cum to her finger eased it into her tight hole. I watched her finger her ass and my cock got harder as my excitement grew and grew. I reached up and pulled her onto me letting her pussy juices lubricate the head and shaft of my cock. She rode me moaning as soft as she could.

"So big! I hope it fits into my tight little ass." She said.

"Let's find out," I said lifting her off my cock and adjusting the angle as she pulled her ass cheeks apart. I let her do all the work. I felt the head touch her asshole and then as she let more of her weight settle down it began to open and allow me inside. As she bent her knees the head 'popped' inside and Brenda gave a sigh of relief. Now it wasn't long at all until the entire length was buried to the hilt inside her tight little ass as she had called it.

"God I miss this feeling." She said to me.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I haven't let anyone do this in years. It's a trust issue."

"I guess you trust me."

"Yeah, you are a nice guy and I really wanted to feel a nice thick cock in my ass again."

My hands settled onto her hips as I began to lift and drop her on my dick. Once again she bit back a scream of delight as I fucked her ass. But it wasn't long before she was fucking my cock with her ass. She was riding me without any hesitation driving me deeper and deeper with each downward slam of her hips. I had to grit my teeth and fight the urge to cum as she dropped down faster and harder.

"Like that lover?" she moaned over her shoulder.

"Oh god yesss..." was all I could get out.

"I want you to fill my ass with your cum! I can't wait come on fill me up just like your cock is filling up my ass!" she growled to me. 

I began to pant and break out in a cold sweat. This orgasm was going to be a lot stronger than the other two. I felt her ass get tighter as my cock started to swell. With a little moan of surprise she knew I was close. She was grunting steadily now and when I grabbed her and started to fuck her ass but thrusting upwards she met me halfway and then with one hard final thrust I rammed my cock as deep as it could go and came deep in her ass. I felt her stiffen when I came and she was right there behind me. How we kept from screaming is still a mystery. I was panting in her ear muttering how great it had been how tight her ass was and worshipped the ground she walked on. She responded in kind and slowly eased off of me and we both cleaned up checking the other to make sure we were passable to exit the bathroom. She snuck another soul deep kiss on me before opening the door and exiting when no one was watching. I waited before leaving so it wasn't obvious to what had happened. I reached my seat and slowly sat down so as not to wake Deirdre but she opened an eye and smiled.

"So? How was it?" She asked waiting for all the gory details.

"If I say something won't you get a little jealous?" I asked.

"No, it will only make me more determined to rock your world." Deirdre said smiling.

"Well if that is the case, it was amazing! She couldn't go down on me but man was her pussy tight and..." I stopped before I mentioned fucking her in the ass.

"...and? And what?" Her deep green eyes looked into mine.

"She has a very tight little ass." I said.

"Oh does she now?" She said. "Why did she let you fuck her ass if she didn't suck you off?"

"I told her about the challenge and she forfeited." I said.

"Oh that little... She's a smart one. I hate to lose but the thought of your thick cock deep in my ass has got me all wet again." 

"Good, but right now I need to rest before I tap that fine ass of yours."

"Rest. You are going to need it. I am going to eat you alive."

"Yeah me." I closed my eyes and drifted off to a wonderful sleep for the next five hours as the plane raced across the night towards Ireland and my family home.



Mile High



Edited by g1dnshwrgr1 (many thanks!)



I boarded the plan and was taking my seat when I noticed the most mature of the three stewardesses. She was beautiful with a classic flair; her pencil skirt perfectly presented an hourglass waist, defined hips, and a round butt.

The image of her shapely form flitted around the edge of my thoughts as I started answering email on my phone and quickly drifted into a hyper-focused state; oblivious to the bustle in the cabin around me until I heard her ask me to turn off my phone. I glanced up, briefly making eye contact, as she continued toward the rear of the plane and fought the urge to glance back at her retreating backside. Rushing to finish my email, I was still typing when she passed by again.

"Sir, I asked you to turn off your phone. We can't depart until you comply." Her voice had a noticeably stern edge to it and I looked up at her, feeling a bit defiant. She did not flinch but held my gaze coolly, tipping her head slightly to the side as if to say "Well?" And just like that, I was reduced to a child at school, busted by his teacher. Looking down at my phone, I mumbled a meek apology and turned it off. 

As the plane rotated off the runway, I found that my stern stewardess was now front and center in my thoughts and my arousal was rising as we climbed into the sky. I wiggled in my seat as my cock thickened and decided I would need to make a trip to the restroom as soon as possible.

When I reached the back of the plane, she was in the galley. I glanced down nervously when she caught me looking at her and reached for the lavatory door.

"Cute panties," she said playfully.

I froze with my hand on the door latch though my brain whirled. I could feel the heat of humiliation coursing through me as I realized that my jeans had ridden down past the lowest edge of my shirttail, leaving a gap that clearly exposed the feminine print of my girly panties. My head turned toward her and our eyes met. 

"Go on in and pull your pants down," she commanded. I'll join you in a minute." 

Her eyes did not leave room for argument and in a haze I nodded and stepped into the restroom. I unzipped my pants and let them fall down to my knees while I tried to focus my thoughts on my very real predicament. The mirror's reflection showed me staring at the outline of my erection in the candy-striped, pastel pink, micro-fiber fabric. I startled when I heard a knock on the door.

It was a very tight fit, but my stewardess squeezed in so that we were face to face; her penetrating green eyes only inches from mine and her breasts brushing against my chest.  

She had a small bag with her from which she pulled a thick, six-inch long dildo attached to a leather harness. She grinned wickedly as she pushed latex cock past my lips into my mouth. As I sucked the thick dick, she spoke matter-of-factly, as if she did this kind of thing routinely, about how she was going to repeatedly ream my sissy, girly-pantied ass with her big cock.

She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing dark pantyhose over light colored panties, the sight of which caused my dick to grow even harder. She sat down on the toilet and fastened the harness around her hips. She stood again, straddling the toilet, and turned me around. With my face pressed against the mirror and hanging slightly into the shallow space over the sink, she pulled my panties down and drove her latex bone right up my protesting butt hole. I gave a moan that echoed in the aluminum sink. 

"Now, now, we can't make any noise my pretty little girl," she said as she pushed a wad of paper towels in my mouth while thrusting her dildo further into my ass. She continued fucking me, then pulled out and gave me one last long thrust as my cock released its load onto the cabinet.

"Oh, you dirty little girl," she cooed in my ear. "Clean that up before you pull up your pretty panties and return to your seat."

With that, my stewardess arranged her things and left the toilet to resume her duties in the galley. 

Walking gingerly down the aisle, I eased into my seat, and shuddered slightly while remembering what just happened. The remainder of the flight was a dizzy blur and try as I might, I could not think coherently. As I exited the plane, she smiled sweetly at me.

"I hope you enjoyed your flight with us, Sir. Do come again. Oh and here is the information you requested," she said while handing me a brochure. As I walked down the jetway, I looked through the brochure and saw a handwritten note:

My number and address are in your phone. Call when you are in town again and be sure to bring my butt plug.

Anna

I blushed and headed into the terminal, acutely aware of the base of her butt plug rubbing between my cheeks. 

ENDS



Mile High Anal Encounter



Luckily I had no check-in luggage when I arrived at the airport or I would have missed my flight altogether, my fucking publisher dragging his heels at our meeting as usual, the prick. I had made a quick visit to discuss some changes I wanted to make to the manuscript for my new book before it went to print. It was only a short hop of fifty five minutes on the domestic flight and I hadn't needed an overnight stay so traveled light with just a shoulder bag I could carry on. I had flown out earlier that morning and was returning on the afternoon flight and just managed to make it to the boarding gate before they closed. I was last getting on the plane and all the other passengers had settled into their seats as I tottered down the aisle in my high heeled shoes towards my seat at the back. Usually in these situations there are several astute gentlemen who will see an opportunity in the restricted space of the narrow aisle of an airplane to cop a little brush up against an attractive lady's hip as she passes. 

I was wearing a short, figure hugging black dress with a cropped jacket so there was plenty of my curved hip and thigh to rub up against the shoulders and upper arms of these gentlemen as they leaned out into the aisle expectantly. I obligingly swayed a little more unsteadily on my heels and had to lean my hip heavily against their arms to keep my balance as I passed each dirty opportunist in his turn. One really good looking silver fox received a good rub of my stockinged thigh on the back of his bare forearm as I almost toppled over and nearly ended up on my arse in his lap. Goodness me, however did that happen, I feigned a look of annoyance at the imaginary object which had snagged my high heel on the floor as I composed myself before moving on. I must admit I like the older dirty men.

Looking out for the next opportunist to treat to my brazen brush up, I saw HIM!

He wasn't leaning into the aisle expectantly or openly staring, or even noticeably glancing but he couldn't fool me. The pose he had adopted is an all too familiar one to me. He kept his head down, seemingly engrossed in his, what was it? Motorbike Review, not really my type, aging bikers. His eyelids came up slowly to look over his, so old fashioned gold framed spectacles to look at me. He thought the downward tilt of his head and the frame of his glasses obscuring his eyes would conceal the fact that he was ogling me, mentally undressing me, getting me bare arsed naked in his dirty little mind. But with those bright blue eyes he was never going to get away with it. The wanton lust in them was far too obvious to hide and his devious manner in trying to check me out was annoying.

"Fuck him" I thought to myself, "I'll teach him a lesson."

I noticed with satisfaction as I arrived at my seat that he was only a row behind me on the opposite side of the aisle, perfect for me to tease him. I totally ignored him of course as I placed my shoulder bag on my seat and turned my back to him to rummage in my bag for my manuscript and my black rimmed reading glasses. As I did, he was no doubt taking in my long silky black hair hanging down the back of my cropped jacket, the sharp taper of which emphasized my broad shoulders and narrow waist. He was appreciating the flare of my hips and the roundness of my arse in my tight black dress. His eyes were wandering up and down my stockinged legs from the backs of my firm thighs to the sculpted muscle of my well defined calves. I know he was loving my high heeled shoes, all men do and lots of women too. I wondered momentarily would it turn him on to know that as much as I enjoy sucking a hard, stiff cock I sometimes like to lick a nice wet cunt as well. I fucking bet it would have.

After teasingly prolonging the rummaging in my shoulder bag I extracted my manuscript and glasses and bent forward to place the bag beneath my seat, obedient little airline passenger that I am. In a practiced manner I bent my knees, pushed my arse back towards him and leaned forward as I tried to get the stubborn bag under the seat just right. I knew the hem of my skirt would rise up the backs of my legs so that he would be able to see the elastic bands of my stocking tops and maybe even some creamy thigh flesh. Did he? Did he get a glimpse of the backs of my bare legs just then? I couldn't be sure but it would really have moistened my 'unavailable to him' cunt to know that he did.

I eventually managed to get the bag under the seat and straightened up, placing my feet generously wide apart so that I could maintain my balance on my high heels while I reached my hands up to gather my long hair into a loose plait at the back of my head. My dress was so tight that it remained stretched across my upper legs and my stocking tops were still partially visible under the hem. I pulled my loosely plaited hair in front of me, draping it down my chest and tucked it under one side of my cropped jacket, groping my braless tit through my dress and giving the nipple a little pinch between my thumb and forefinger as i did. Fuck would he have done if he'd known that I was squeezing my own tit and nipple while he ogled my stocking tops. I wriggled my arse provocatively as I pulled my dress back down to cover my stocking tops again and turned sideways about to sit into my seat, my manuscript and reading glasses in my hand.

The moment had arrived for me to deliver my coup de grace of which I have two for whatever mood suits the occasion. In one I act all coy and feign polite embarrassment which usually bolsters my voyeur's confidence and entices them to chat me up. I use this one if I fancy the fucker ogling me and feel like delivering on the tease and getting to suck some cock at least, if not an outright casual fuck in some public toilet or up a side alley. I've teased hundreds of men in this fashion over the years and it has often resulted in one or other of the aforementioned finales. But sadly, more often, the men usually don't having the fucking balls to follow their probing eyes with their probing cocks. Those times I have to endure my cunt drooling thirstily until I get home and can find a good sized cucumber in my vegetable drawer to ram up my cock starved cunt until I cream.

In my second coup de grace I normally catch the eye of my voyeur and dampen their lusty enthusiasm with a couldn't give a fuck what you saw contemptuous glare because I'm a cold cunted bitch whose cunt you couldn't pry open with a fucking crow bar. This I reserve for the guys I don't fancy and who's cocks I don't expect to suck or fuck but with my don't give a fuck what you saw attitude encourage them to continue ogling me, fuck do I care. 

I turned to deliver this coup de grace to him and had things gone the way they should have done he would have been acutely embarrassed at having been caught and looked away, propererly chastened and with his cock withering in his jocks. But before he had registered my look of contempt he smiled and nodded appreciatively.

"Thank you." he mouthed silently.

Totally taken aback, my glare turned to a lingering gaze as I really looked at him properly for the first time, I was so sure that he wasn't my type. A bespectacled, salt and pepper bearded, aging biker with thinning hair and then I noticed the hearing aid behind his ear and taken by surprise, openly stared at it. He noticed me staring and I saw the previous confidence slowly evaporate from his face and be replaced by a reticent vulnerability under my inappropriate scrutiny. But a vulnerability tempered with a seasoned determination which told me to go fuck myself if I had a problem with him having to wear a hearing aid. 

His initial appreciative countenance at my cock teasing altered to one which said I could stick it up my arse as he returned to perusing his bike review magazine.

It had all turned to shit, I wasn't supposed to find him attractive for fuck's sake! 

Then I noticed the pretty stewardess who had been hovering in the aisle nearby pretending to be busy with other things, she should have insisted that I sit down a long time before this but kindly allowed me time to perform my little tease on him. Now she caught my eye and in that split second understood how the whole dynamic of the situation between him and me had suddenly changed. She raised her eyebrows and smiled sympathetically before indicating with a little nod that I should sit down and buckle up. I did, a little flustered, glancing back at him I saw how those alluring blue eyes which had earlier sparkled with interest and desire had hardened to apathy and indifference.

I tried to dismiss the whole sorry incident as the plane taxied to the runway, the engines gunned and it took off into the sky but as I feigned concentration on my manuscript I couldn't resist turning my head enough to sneak a look at him out the corner of my eye. His posture never changed and he genuinely appeared disinterested in the generous amount of stocking clad thigh I was displaying, with a different purpose now, one leg crossed over the other. When the little light came on permitting us to open our seat belts I changed tack and shifted my position in my seat so that I could stretch my long shapely legs out into the aisle for him to admire. Still he took no notice or had suddenly become so skilled at concealing his interest that I couldn't detect it. After a few minutes like this my legs in the aisle were causing such a distraction for the staff and other passengers that i withdrew them, defeated, tucked my calves under my seat and demurely tugged the hem of my dress as far down my thighs as it would go.

After absent-mindedly flicking through my manuscript for several minutes I slowly grew more and more irritated by him until I was eventually quite annoyed with him and his superciliousness. It's not my fault he wears a hearing aid, the deaf cunt, and if he has a fucking problem with me having a fucking problem with him being a deaf cunt well that's his fucking problem. I turned around to tell him as much.

But when I did, he was leaning towards me with his head turned to one side, a hand cupped behind his hearing aid to listen to what I was about to say and a stupid grin on his stupid fucking face, the big stupid adorable fucking cunt. We both burst out laughing.

I turned back in my seat to face him as he leaned forward towards me and to my great surprise we began chatting across the aisle like old friends. Our instant rapport and obvious sexual attraction seemed to fizzle in the air about us making those passengers in close proximity edgy with anticipation and expectation. My cunt was moistening and I saw him shift occasionally in his seat to adjust his position to better suit his ever hardening cock.

While we talked, his eyes kept wandering to the hem of my dress high on my thighs which I had parted generously for him by then, allowing him as much of a view as possible without actually throwing my legs wide and blatantly showing him my wet, welcoming cunt. I deliberately let my eyes fall to his crotch and he obligingly turned his pelvis towards me and let me have an eyeful of his cock, bulging in his jeans. A plan began formulating in my head as we both grew hornier and hornier and I wondered if I was slut enough to initiate it would he have the balls to follow it through.

I have to admit, for about two minutes I had no idea what he was talking about but was just nodding my head along to his chat while my cunt grew wetter and creamier with what I was pondering. Fuck it, I decided eventually, glancing up to see the green vacant light over the toilet at the back of the plane I made my decision to implement my plan and fuck the consequences. If the airport police wanted to interrogate me on arrival at the other end I'd just offer to fucking gang bang the lot of them, men and women alike, I was going to do it. 

I couldn't risk him not picking up on my intention, so rudely interrupting his chatting I stood up and probably flashed him my cunt as I did which would have been the first time I had ever flashed it accidentally. I leaned my mouth close to the mic of his hearing aid and said in a half whisper.

"Follow me to the loo in a minute or two." fucking poetic or what! Then I was off.

I went into the loo and locked the door behind me just to appear to be about to use it for the purposes intended and not to arouse any suspicions in the staff, fuck the passengers, or at least the one I had serious intentions on at that moment. I waited a little nervously for a minute or two, oh, fuck it who am I kidding? I waited nervously for exactly one minute thirty six seconds before flicking back the bolt on the door to indicate on the outside that it could now be opened.

I turned to the mirror on the side wall of the small cubicle and set my legs apart on the floor, taking a lip gloss stick from my bag so that I could be nonchalantly retouching my lips when he entered, if he did. A moment or two later, oh for fuck's sake. I know it was exactly twelve seconds later that he did enter and we looked at each other in the mirror. His cheeks had already flushed with the anticipation of what awaited him from this slut he'd only just met and who's name he didn't even know. He was fidgeting with his hands like an adolescent school boy awaiting instruction from his 'mum he'd love to fuck' school mistress.

I put my lip gloss away and locked my knees backwards stretching my legs taut and straight on my high heels as I reached for the hem of my skirt at the outsides of my thighs. Leaning forward I pushed my arse back and slowly began to hitch my skirt upwards while I watched his reaction in the smoky glass of the little airplane toilet where I was about to let him, a total stranger, who I didn't fancy in the slightest, fuck me.

He began excitedly unbuttoning his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers and I saw his cock spring froward, the knob already glistening with pre cum. His cock looked a little bigger than average with a cute curvature to one side which gave it the appearance of having been wanked so much that it had molded itself to the shape of his hand. I found this extremely exciting because I just adore wankers and wanking myself. Noting gets me hotter than a mutual wank in public with a horny man I've only just met, but I had bigger things in store for him.

He was focused on watching my ever rising skirt hem which was so fucking tight across the tops of my legs that I was able to hook it under my firm buttocks and lift them upwards as I pulled my skirt up over my arse. I continued to tug my hem upwards, drawing my fleshy arse cheeks with it until they popped out from under my dress and dropped back down with a taut wobble and bounce. Then he realized that I wasn't wearing any knickers as I continued to hitch my dress up over my bare arse to my waist.

"Oh fuck" I heard him rasp throatily and looked to see his reaction in the mirror.

His face was a picture, he was literally drooling into his salt and pepper beard as his bulging eyes almost popped the lenses of his glasses from their gold wire frames. I had clearly stumbled on a devout arse man and stifled a giggle as I rummaged in my bag for what I was going to need next. Fuck was he in for a treat!

As I was making my own preparations I suddenly heard an eletronic ping and noticed the little red 'out of service' light come on above the toilet door, she really was clued-in, that pretty little stewardess. I felt him step up between my legs and probe eagerly at my moist pussy with his cock head, searching for my cunt hole. I half turned and reached behind me to put a hand between my arse and his abdomen and push him back gently while looking into his eager eyes. With my fingers splayed out on his lower belly behind his cock I eased him back until he was reluctantly reclining against the wall of the cubicle and there was a couple of feet between us. 

He frowned in puzzlement at this until I smiled reassuringly at him, took my hand away from his abdomen to grab one cheek of my arse and pull it away from the other, exposing my tight little sphincter to him. Then I brought my other hand round behind me and placed the glob of lube I had prepared on the fingertips right on my arsehole and smeared it around the puckered little crater.

"Oh fucking fuck" he whimpered gutturally, eager little cub that he was, as he watched me unceremoniously push two fingers up my arse to the middle knuckle, working the lube into my tight little hole. 

What he wasn't to know, is that I had been practicing for over a month for this moment. I had started with a short, skinny little carrot at first, working my way up to a thicker, longer one, then a banana and so on until I was able to take a good sized cucumber all the way up my arsehole and pound the fuck out of it as if I was been screwed anally by a big fucking cock. I had never been fucked in the arse before and he was the lucky guy I picked to pop that particular cherry.

After working the lubricant around the inside of my arse ring I withdrew my fingers, leaned on my elbows on the vanity unit of the airplane toilet cubicle and offered him my arsehole to fuck. I could of course have lubricated his cock which would have made it slip up me a lot easier but I wanted some rectal resistance, I wanted my arsehole to know it was been penetrated by some real man meat, at last.

His cock head nudged against my anus hesitantly before I pushed encouragingly back and felt him apply a little more pressure in response. He was being so gentle with me, not at all what I expected from an aging biker, that I felt obliged to encourage him further and reached my hands behind me to pull my arse open for him. But he withdrew his cock altogether at this, leaned back and looked down to admire this new spectacle.

"Oh jesus fucking christ" he groaned so appreciatively that I lifted my arse up higher for him and pulled my cheeks as wide as they would go, stretching my arsehole to the fucking limit. 

He pressed his cock forward again and his knob sank half way into my anus before lodging once more in the tight ring of sphincters muscle. He gave a few soft, shallow pumps of his prick against the resistance and gradually his engorged cock head slipped millimeter by millimeter further into my slowly yielding arsehole. Sensing he was almost breaching the last bastion of my chastity he applied a gentle but sustained pressure until... POP! My arse ring slipped over his knob and snapped shut on his shaft as he gasped triumphantly before slowly easing his prick gently up my rectal canal.

When his prick was embedded to the hilt in my arse, nudging my colon, somewhat painfully yet pleasurably, he nestled his chin on my shoulder and looked into my eyes in the smoky mirror.

"Thank you." he said to me genuinely "I've never been up a lady's arse before" 

I was overwhelmed by his kindness. Here I was being a total slut, letting him, a stranger I had only known for fifteen minutes fuck me up the arse and he was calling me a lady. I reached a hand back to stroke his bearded face, thankfully.

"Fuck me" I said "Fuck the slut lady's tight arsehole".

He did, slowly at first, grabbing my hips and pulling my arse back to meet his thrusting cock, he gradually built up momentum until he was pumping rapidly in and out of my ever greasing arsehole. The initial pain gradually subsided to be replaced with pure pleasure and I felt the orgasm slowly building in my cunt. I was tempted to drop my hand to my fanny and finger my clit, but I resisted. I knew I would come from the anal fucking alone as long as he didn't spunk first and stop pumping. In the mirror I watched his face contort in ecstasy, his mouth clenched in a rictus of concentrated effort as he pummeled my arsehole with his meaty cock.

"Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck, yeah" he was saying over and over as his own orgasm built in tandem with mine until in one final thrust, he lifted me out of my high heeled shoes, which clattered to the floor, and impaled me through the arse on his throbbing, pumping, spunk spurting cock. 




Mile High Anal Encounter



This was what I wanted, what I had practised all month for, real hot man juice spewing up inside me. No carrot, bannana or cucumber could give me that, not even the triple enema I had self administered this morning in anticipation of seducing some dirty fucker into reaming my arse for me. That glorious sensation of hot spunk spurting against my colon, once, twice, three times, squirt, squirt, squirt and subsiding to an oozing, stickness coating the walls of my rectum while he slowly pumped his softening cock back and fort in my arse.

I creamed copiously, down the insides of my thighs as I came with great heaving spasms which shook me to the root of my sexual being. He thrust me upwards repeatedly on his fuck pole until his cock stopped spurting and he slowly relaxed, easing me gently down until my stockinged feet reached the floor. I felt the rhytmic throb of the airplane engines enter through the soles of my feet and permeate through my orgasmicly sensitive body and was reminded that I had just been anally fucked one mile and one cock high.

"Thank you." he said again unnecessarily, stuffing his slimy prick back inside his boxers without even wiping it off and zipping his jeans back up. My kind of guy after all. He slid the bolt back on the toilet door and stepped out.

After I had gathered myself together and rearranged my dress, I left the toilet cubicle and returned to my seat in time to buckle in for the approach to landing. As we were leaving the plane he smiled politely at me, gentlemanly allowing me to go ahead of him down the aisle. The pretty little stewardess gave me a conspiratorial wink and a smile which I returned gratefully as I passed her at the exit door of the plane. I lost him somewhere in the crowd at the airport before hailing a taxi home to immediately write this account of my first, and to date only Mile High Anal experience whie it was still fresh in my arse. 



Mile High Blow Job



It's late as you board the flight out of Chicago. You end up in the last window seat in the back of the plane, exhausted and hoping no one sits next to you so you can relax and maybe have a good fantasy to get your mind off work. You happen to look up just as I am working my way toward you, my jacket has now been undone after a hard days work and my mini skirt seems to want to ride up my long thighs a lot. You don't mind when you see me start to take the seat next to you as I smile at you with a smile and almost a wink that starts a hunger deep down. 

The flight begins and all around us are falling asleep, I've got my head rested on a pillow toward you and after a while, when you have almost drifted off yourself, you realize I have worked the pillow down into your lap. You smile and figure what better way to spend the flight then to have this beautiful, sexy woman sleeping in your lap! But then you realize my hand is no longer holding the pillow it is resting between you legs...the urges begin to return. You wonder what my firm round breasts would feel like and drop your arm slowly down on my side to reach across inside my jacket to feel how it fits in you hand through my silk blouse. You are so interested in doing this without waking me that you just realized my hand has started to rub up and down your firm muscular rod...it begins to stir... 

You realize you want to groan, but you will need to stay real quite and it won't be easy with what I'm going to do to you! 

As I stroke you gently and then harder, up and down, up and down... You unbutton my blouse and release my firm hard tits into your hands. Reaching around and pulling a blanket over us, I then find your zipper and begin to slowly, without making noise, release your throbbing manhood. As soon as I can see it I kiss the head of your moist dick with my wet lips very gently. You make a light hissing sound as you breath in and realize you had better use that pillow to cover you mouth...I have begun to take your entire 9 inch penis deep into my throat! It is hard for me not to moan, too…as you have unknowingly began rolling my nipples between your fingers with almost a squeeze every once in a while that really turns me on...

The cum I am feeling in my panties is just making me hotter and wanting to suck you hard and faster...my very talented tongue is caressing your shaft as I ride my lips up and down, up and down slowly getting faster and harder. You roll your eyes and wonder how you are going to keep from screaming out as I fuck your thick rod with my mouth....you think you are about to climax, when I slow down...as if I knew we needed to prevent some embarrassment...but what I begin to do next is not going to help you contain yourself... 

Spreading your legs a little I lay my head sideways between your legs so I can get my tongue around your cum filled balls. They throb and pulse in my hand as I guide my tongue around each one. I begin to suck them lightly and I notice there is a stream of cum (no longer pre-cum) starting to cover the head of your rock hard cock! I slide my mouth slowly up the shaft, licking and nibbling all the way. As I reach the top I wrap my lips around the head and begin to suck...I slowly start a rhythm of swallowing your entire dick real fast, but pulling away real slow while I suck you all the way up harder than you have ever been sucked before....it's here....you are on FIRE! 

The explosion is so red hot you don't even realize that I have swallowed your entire volcano of cum until you begin to come down to reality and see me licking up the last few drops of your sex juice from us both...



Mile High---Boy Toy



If I had my way, I believe I would ask pants designers to invent a way for 19YO boys like me to hide their hard horny dicks so female personages could not become aware of them. I often wonder if those people even know the fact that guys like me can develop a hardon at the least bit of stimulating arousal. 

Speaking of arousal! Why was that ass...er woman in front of me at the airline check-in counter so erotically stimulating that my dick had come to full attention at first sight! By the fit of her yellow summer clothing I knew her to be shapely and sexy. I had little experience guessing ladies' ages, but I would say this one might be around double my own age. A fact I had read somewhere in time popped into my mind; a male reaches his sexual peak at eighteen while a female reaches hers at thirty Five. Hmm, "Very interesting," I would say. 

Yes, very interesting indeed! I was thinking as I stepped forward not realizing the line had stalled. The full length of my hardened, unyielding dick settled itself into the soft, submissive crack of the very ass my eyes had been so enthralled with! 

Adding insult to injury, the woman behind me, unmindfully bumped into me causing my stiffened male appendage to grind into the unsuspecting lady's derriere split! Just when I thought I could stand no more embarrassment, the lady swiveled her head around to glance at me. Her one-eye stare seemed to study my blushing face intently. Satisfied I was harmless, I suppose, she began to turn back then stopped and, dear god help me, she smiled and winked! 

She winked? What the hell did she mean by that? My answer came, not as spoken words, but as an almost imperceptible wiggling action. The pliant halves of her cracked ass cocooned my dick much like a bun might hold a wienie. This bun, or bum wriggled against the pants-covered flesh of my erection so subtly only I was aware of it. 

And man-oh-man, was I ever aware! I did not think it possible, but my penile mass grew in length and swelled in girth! Good god, I had never been so turned on horny in my life!

Whether or not this lady was actually doing it or not, I didn't know, but to my teen mind it seemed to feel as if the cheeks of her ass were actually squeezing and massaging the elongated dick sandwiched between them.

Although I suppose I was still a boy, I certainly had enough maturity of age to realize my male member couldn't grow any more in either length or breadth without exploding all over the place. As if realizing my dilemma, and perhaps not caring, the lady backed against my body even more firmly and then ass-squeezed my dick with several strong clutches. 

Just as my testicle seeds began jumping around like popcorn popping in a hot, greasy skillet and my seminal fluids bubbled and boiled, the cockteasing lady pulled away from me and rejoined the already moving line only to leave a very horny young man waving his cock tented pants at the world!

Time passed, and by the time my flight was called, my mind had moved on allowing my cock to retire from its position as a tent poll. 

We boarded and I located my middle seat and settled my ass in for the long journey to SeaTac. The pushy old lady that had been behind me in line soon squeezed her ass in on the aisle leaving me to dream about moving to a window seat.

Then, the MILF with the ass in which my dick had played stopped at our row! She climbed over us to plunk down in the empty seat next to me! 

No window seat for sightseeing. But I didn't care, my eyes were sort of busy right now thank you. Damned if that mounded protrusion in front of the lady wasn't even more erotically stimulating than the rear! I would bet every dollar I had there was a fine piece of pussy hidden within those finely-tailored pants!

I woke up to, "Excuse me, but you know, some times we gals do do the unexpected. By the way, my name is Kika. And you are?"

I think my head was secretly talking to my brain, "Huh? Hell, I don't know women! And, I are what? Oh shit, dumbass, she wants your name! Get your head out of your asshole and stop thinking about pussy! Boy, she's way, way out of your league!"

"Oh, I'm Billy", I managed to stammer aloud. "I'm going to Washington... I guess you know that... I am going where this plane goes.... Er are you?"

The older lady on the aisle snorted.

The woman's radiant face alighting had nothing to do with the sunlight steaming through the cabin window. "As a matter of fact," she nearly sang. "I have a relative in the area. Maybe we will be neighbors or friends!" 

My mind screamed, "Neighbors or friends? Hey, why not lovers?" Damn, I'm glad I didn't say this out loud! 

The plane was already taxiing rapidly down the taxiway when I heard a female voice say something I didn't expect. "Yes indeed Billy, why not lovers!", she emphatically agreed. 

As my mind debated its sanity, a question quickly followed. 

"Billy," she inquired unbelievably. "Is your cock still hard?"

For the answer to this particular question she touched my summer shirt softly then allowed her fingertips to slide down the fabric.

As the powerful jet engines roared, Kika's hand slipped past my waistband. Her slim feminine fingers wrapped around my male flesh. The heft and the elongated length of both the massive jetliner and my swollen hard dick raced for the sky. 

No airplane ride, no rollercoaster loop-de-loop or turn, and most certainly no handjob I had ever had could have prepared me for this. 

How Miss Kika managed to get my dick completely out of my pants is a mystery known only to her, but here I was at the top of the world with this gorgeous female pumping my manhood enthusiastically!

If there was one thing I knew for sure was that mine wasn't the first dick Miss Kika had pumped in her life! Her hand seemed to exude experience of form and technique. Her eager manipulations had my penile nerve endings standing up and dancing to the rhythm of her intoxicating touch. 

At the zenith of our airliner's rise from the earth, my body began experiencing the final tickling which precedes orgasmic release. I suppose it's some kind of instinctive impulse which causes the male of our species to look for a safe place to deposit his seed. In my case, damn, I just needed a place to shoot my cum! 

For the life of me, being pushed back in the seat as I was, I could find no such place! I refused to allow the thought of telling Kika to stop to enter my mind. Good god, I would just as soon stop breathing up here in the rarified air outside the plane! Devil damn the consequences, but if I must, I will blow my wad all over the place! 

My rescuer was neither God nor Satan but it was certainly a creature with a heavenly body. And again the other mystery woman beside me surprised me beyond belief. Somehow as Kika clawed her way against gravity to force her head to my lap, she wisely threw a jacket over her and helped push the covered head into my lap! Without further ado, Kika vacuumed the head of my swollen dick into her mouth and, saints bless her, started sucking!

Ooooh a real-life, flesh-and-blood older woman was sucking my cock! At that momentous, earthquaking experience in time, the name of 'dick' is just too lame.

I was no longer an innocent boy, hell I was a cocky rooster who is damned worthy of the name! My ten fingers entwined themselves into Kika's mane. Under the cover of the jacket, I held her head while she devoured my cockflesh with the ferocity of hungry cougar needing her fix of tender penis meat. 

I was soon finding out Kika wasn't really all that gentle about getting what she wanted. Fingernails were leaving gouges. Sharp teeth were causing scratches. Vacuuming lips were leaving hickies. And lastly, this wonderful, cocksucking angel from a teen boy's wet dreams was leaving an indelible wound on my heart and a death-do-me-part memory in my mind. 

When I had her right where she wanted me, this MILF fulfilled my wildest fantasy. Kika sucked me hard, she took me deep, and then she swallowed my hot, churning cum. She milked my balls for more of my reproduction cream and allowed this last to slowly slide down her throat. 

I suppose Kika and I were well matched. I wasn't being all that gentle with her either. In an effort to forestall my orgasmic exhilaration I had taken a headfull of hair in a handhold strong enough to pull it out. A bit of fur may have flown, but I'd say more of hers than mine!

Whatever the end being, at least my orgasms ran their course without other passengers becoming aware of my ecstatic euphoria. 

That Kika was a real trooper, I would say without equivocation. I might even add, she was a bit of a magician, too. With only my bewildered awareness, my cock was licked clean and neatly tucked back into my pants. As the airliner reached its cruising altitude, my other lady friend's jacket was removed and she straightened back in her seat. 

On the window side hairbrush appeared out of an oversized bag and began to briskly run through the her tussled lustrous locks. "Zip up, Billy", spilled past the corner of her lovely smile.

Seeing as how I had not taken my eyes off this incredible female's face since her mouth surrounded my cock, I was the one to notice words were not all spilling out from between her sensuous lips. One drop of my cum then one or two more seeped out of the place of its oral confinement. A serpentine tongue flicked out and recaptured most of the wayward escapees.

My friend on the aisle eyed me accusingly then winked and charged, "You young men are so damn full of seed!" As she reached past me to abet in the clean and taste process.

I'm awfully glad she didn't make her accusatory statement any louder than she did and no neighbors were aware of what had happened here.

Before I had fully recovered, the lady on the aisle asked me a sobering question. "Sweet Billy," she queried. "Can you tell me how long it will take before your young cock will be good and horny hard again? My pussy has need of it!" 

Good god, if these shocks and aftershocks keep coming I'm going to be so strung out punch-drunk I won't know up from down! First there was a wiggling ass dancing and playing with my erection; second there was the greatest handjob and cocksucking the world has ever known; and now, dare these words be true, a woman wants my cock inside her pussy! 

I have no idea where the words came from, but I finally acquired the sanity to speak. 

"My dear woman", I answered. "I have been dreaming of getting my cock into a pussy ever since I first bumped into her ass with it. With your help I might add! Just snap your fingers whenever I can have a piece of it and I'll be horny hard and raring to go at your command!"

Kika had heard! She lifted an arm and threw her hand towards my head. My bedeviled mind's first thought was that she was intending to slap me for my sexual misconduct and then banish me from her life. Instead of this, her fingers pulled my ear to her lips and I heard, "What? Here? How? Now?", and nodded to our seat mate. 

My second friend: scooted away from me; hopped up out of her seat: stepped into the aisle; and walked away. About ten steps away she turned back and caught my eye, and pointed a single index finger straight at me that began to crook back and forth in one of those irresistible 'come hither' motions. She then turned and continued on. 

What the hell! Where is she going? Well, wherever it is, I'm following.

Like a sacrificial lamb being led to slaughter, I was blindly escorted to an uncertain fate. Up ahead I saw her slip several bills to one of the air hostesses. I had no idea as to their denomination but the hostesses' face was smiling broadly. The girl led my lady to an unoccupied lavatory and then hung an 'out of order' sign on its door. 

I walked up to the door of the 'out-of-use' bathroom she had disappeared into. Tentatively, I knocked.

A hand shot out, grabbed mine, and yanked me inside. There wasn't much space inside and if she had any ideas for hanky-panky playtime in here, she had her work cut out for her!

"Billy, have you ever made love in an airline restroom?" she asked with only a hint of hesitancy. "I guess, since our time is limited, I could state it more bluntly. Billy Boy want you to fuck me now! Shall I snap my fingers again?"

The cocky rooster in me raised its hackles. Without seeking permission, I wrapped my arms around the woman and pulled her body tightly against my muscular frame. I stood only two, maybe three, inches taller than her. Ah, perfect kissing height!

This woman had dared to be bold, therefore, so would I. Lifting her chin with my fingers, I kissed her unpainted, pouty, luscious lips. I hadn't had all that much kissing experience, but I had never had a female to turn me on like this. I kissed my lady with the ardent fervor of a boy becoming a man. I'm not sure if she felt my impassioned joy, but she seemed to be responding in kind. Her return kisses were so enthusiastically given I swear I could feel her amorous arousal. Without a doubt, I knew she could feel mine. 

I was an unfucked virgin flying high but being virginal didn't mean I was stupid! I broke our kiss and spoke only these few words, "Lady, let's get naked." Those words sparked a furious race to shed clothing. The ensuing striptease was comical and we both began giggling and snickering. I told my striping partner about the Old South difference between 'naked' and 'nekid'. 'Naked' meant you were wearing no clothing. 'Nekid' meant you were wearing no clothing and you were up to some kind of sexual shenanigans. I added clearly, "Sweetheart, you and I are getting 'nekid'!" I was rewarded with a nice, wet kiss for all my mischievous tomfoolery. 

As my last article of clothing fell away, I found myself sitting on the commode seat with "her" standing before me 'nekid' and awaiting my touch. I had seen pictures of nude women, but nothing had prepared me for the wonder of this real life one. My hands dared to reach out and cup my lady's hairy pussy mound. 

Today was the day when I discovered that not all pussies are shaved as found in pictures. Damn me to hell, but I had hold of a nice, mystery one now! The supersoft pussy was warm and inviting. Dripping moisture seemed to magnetically draw my fingers into a soaking-wet vaginal hole. Knowing time was limited, I played with Her pussy with a vigorous, hurried enthusiasm. I squeezed, I tickled, and I fingered-fucked excitedly. My fingers became coated with feminine moisture. 

I wasn't so pussy-excited that I lost awareness of a pair of ripened melon-shaped breasts staring me in the eye. My lips kissed them repeatedly then sought first one nipple then the other to suck. From this moment on tittie-pink would be my absolute favorite color. Her deliciously warm nipples were of a rosy pink shade surrounded by sizeable areolas of a pale pink hue. When I touched these buds with my drippy-wet fingers, I had my first ever taste of pussy juice. Whether the thin mixture was Campbell's or not didn't matter, it was still Mmm-Mmm-Good!

"Billy, get your fingers out of my pussy and get your cock into it!" the woman standing before me demanded. She hastily added, "Hurry the hell up and fuck me! Oh god, I need your hard meat deep inside me!"

How could any man, boy, or beast of the field or forest resist such seductive urging? I certainly couldn't. Yet, as one last rebellious act, I rammed my fingers up into her and almost savagely dug at her pussyflesh. My lips clamped onto a nipple and I chewed and sucked as if I were trying to remove its surface color and swallow it down my throat.

By her actions, I would not say my woman was some genteel English Lady. She jerked her nipple out of my mouth then reached between herself and me and ripped my fingers from her pussy! She leaned over me, grabbed my hips, and then pulled my butt out to the edge of the commode seat. Taking a step forward, she stood over me in all her nude glory. With slim fingers she spread her pussylips wide. At this very moment in my young life, tittie-pink moved down a notch and was supplanted by the incredible magic of pussy-pink as my number one favorite color.

In the few seconds it took my mind to change its preference in colors, it also realized something was happening to my cock. Awareness slowly came. A drip, drip, drippy wetness was falling upon it. In an intuitive motion, I lifted my rock-hard erection straight upward pointing it towards the source of the magnetic moisture. The warm drippings fell upon the tender flesh of my cockhead and soaked it to the point where the overflow leaked off and began saturating my cockshaft with a coating of slippery lubrication. Finally, my mesmerized brain allowed me to understand it was droplets of CUNT juices falling on me. 

Whether or not firemen slide down poles lI have no idea, but if they did then Miss 'fucking amazing' was surely kin to one. This woman lowered her sweltering hot pussy onto my penile pole and slid down it with the urgency necessary when a house is aflame. Up here over the plains there wasn't a house in a thousand meters so it must be this lady herself afire. As soon as she bottomed out on me, she rode back up my pole and then slid down it again. I never was so proud of the length or the girth of my erect, swollen penis than I was on this first day a woman rode it!

It was a damn good thing my cock was well-lubricated because my lady would have certainly rubbed its skin raw with her wild pole riding. I grabbed myself two handfuls of fine ASS and hung on for dear life. Without my hands to hold them, those unfettered breasts began swaying so uncontrollably my face and chest were battered brutally. I released one handful of ass and captured a tit. After sticking its nipple into my mouth, I held the other boob in my hand and massaged its strawberry point. 

Proving she was no lady, my first live cunt relaxed any hidden inhibitions! unladylike cum squirted from deep within her body to bathed my cockshaft in a blistering bath. She squealed as silently as possible in my ear as friction caused fires carried her away. Without missing a beat, this lady's super wet pussy rode my slick poll with pulsating delight!

The same frictional heat causing her vaginal fires was also responsible for the penile inferno blazing between my legs. Even though my cock was lubricated with pussy fluids aplenty, it still felt the magic of a man being well fucked by a woman. My reservoir was not yet fully replenish, but what semen and sperm there were in there was now released in a pressurized torrent. I was experiencing a triple dose of heavenly rapture the likes of which my young male body had never known. If my breath was not robbed from me by the glory of it all, I believe I would be shouting "Halleluiah" louder than any Holy Roller's fanatical plea! 

I'm guessing that the high pressure and heated fullness of my cumflow, added to the swollen volume of my cock must have caused her long, continuous orgasm! I suppose the woman was making every attempt to keep herself from screaming aloud, but hell, was it completely necessary for her to bite down on my ear with her teeth! Despite the discomfort, I was blissfully happy when energetic pussymuscles clamped themselves around my cockshaft and attempted to milk my masculine body of every cumdrop it had. Gladly, I conceded to the additional assault and was rewarded by something I had not thought possible. I had read that only women have multiple orgasms, but here I was, a man at heart, having one more myself. 

As unbelievable as these sexual passions were making me feel, I couldn't help but rejoice in the knowledge that I was now a member of the Mile High Club. Technically, I recalled the captain of the airliner announcing the cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, which is nearly seven miles high!

Whew! After getting off in a cocksucking woman's mouth AND now this cock milking pussy, I just don't believe any one guy could ask for more. 




Mile High---Boy Toy



Oh oh, perhaps I was wrong. Her teeth had released my ear and she was gently kissing the indentions her biting had caused. She kissed my cheeks, first one then the other. "Kiss my lips, Billy," she softly whispered. "Oh, kiss me, kiss me, please kiss me!"

My lover's hands caressed my face and I kissed her with the impassioned zeal of a man kissing his very own woman. She kissed me with the obsessive infatuation of a woman kissing her man. 

My wondering mind waxed philosophical into territory far beyond its reason. Young, old, what did age matter in the timeless game of lust, love, and passion. What did it matter that a mature woman's vaginal lips still enfolded and lovingly embraced the slowly shrinking symbol of a young man's growing maturity. 

My slowly shrinking symbol still had one last defiant burst of rebellion to it. Moving almost imperceptibly, my hips lifted from the toilet seat and wadded my half-limp penis up into its vaginal home. A spark of hope was kindled. As incredibly unimaginable as it was, a hint of masculine stiffening occurred and a new drip of feminine moisture was born. 

Once more, my hips lifted. This time with more vigor. My manly symbol had changed in the blink of an eye from half-limp to half-hard in more than a symbolic way. Semantics aside, the difference between the two conditions can often be significant. Such was the case now. Once again, my seeking pole rose up! Thrusting its abbreviated length into a moist cave. A cave with delicate pussy lips kissing and weary pussy muscles compressing. my balls pushed out two or three more seminal drops..... Her cunt excreted another couple of squirts of feminine juice. 

I made an assumption there were no more than extremely faint orgasms running through my woman because this is all I was having. It was enough. Oh bless all the Angels and Demons in the heavens; it was way past being 'enough'! Tears of joy dripped from my eyes and pooled on the flawless skin of her shoulder. My own neck and shoulder would have bite-&-suck-mark hickies as trophies of feminine surrender for days!

For time immeasurable I held a woman in my arms and allowed lusts to run their course. Finally, sexually spent and exhausted, she and I broke our embrace, cleansed our loins as best we could, and clothed our nude bodies. Few words had been spoken in our Six Mile High lets fuck clubhouse, yet few words were all that were needed. 

I suppose, being a woman, She had to have a last word. "Billy my love," she whispered with her head on my shoulder. "Why have you done this to me? I wanted only a quick, meaningless romp in the hay! Why have you bewitched my heart with your tenderhearted innocence and why did you satisfy and sate my womanhood with the bedeviling stamina of your youth? I know we must part, but oh dear god, how can I breathe without you!"

She opened the door, stepped through it, and disappeared. Looking at the closed door, I wondered what the woman meant by her parting words. I didn't bewitch her heart, hell, she bewitched and captured mine! God, I lusted her! I believe she was asking me why I screwed her. The answer was simple, wasn't it? Didn't she ask for it! Didn't she push her boobs against me at the check in desk? didn't she remove my pants? And didn't she say, "Billy, I want you to fuck me now!" just a little while ago? 

I stopped my dilly dallying and wondering then followed her out the restroom door. With a smile on my face, I beamed with the knowledge I had been another virginal sacrifice. 

My smile disappeared in the blink of an eye. Kika stood outside the door. She spoke words which were calm, collected, short, and succinct, "Did you have a nice time?"

To say I was speechless with shock would be an understatement. Perhaps they might compare notes and then together decide to correct my wicked misbehavior. In a daze, I followed Kika as she took a few slow steps then led me back to our seats. 

Once we climbed across "her" and settled down, Kika placed her hand on my youthful cock and as its resurrection began looked at "her" and asked, "Did I pick a good one Mom?"

I gasped and heard, "One of the best ever, darling!" As a second not so passive hand reached in!



Mile High Club



To my readers, please feel free to leave feedback for me so that I know that you liked my stories, what you would like to see, and perhaps maybe suggest one, or perhaps dedicate one to one of you. If you'd like to read it over and over again, favorite it and come back to enjoy it like an old friend. I look forward to hearing from you...K'Anne

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When she called and asked "do you want to join the mile high club?" I was all enthused, willing, and able. I was picturing a supersonic jet taking me exotic places and while the thought of making love in an airplane lavatory didn't appeal, going somewhere with my girl, did. She advised me to wear something comfortable shorts and a t-shirt and good sturdy athletic shoes or boots. I should have had an inkling at the last of that.

When she pulled up with her SUV with full four wheel drive I had my bag packed and while I went to the bathroom I heard her in the bedroom grabbing a few things I might have forgotten. I've traveled before so I'm not a novice but she wanted me not to be too cold, not too hot she said with a wink. She hadn't told me where we were going so I was actually grateful for her repacking.

I didn't glance in the back where she tossed my overnight bag. She had instructed me not to pack more than for a couple of days and that we could wash my clothes if we had to so I didn't bring much. 

I should have been suspicious when she drove through town and never even glanced at the exit for the airport though. She was busy keeping me entertained with stories as only she knew how. Her job took her all over the country and I was excited at the thought of getting away with her for a few days, alone. I was distracted enough that I didn't realize we were on the interstate climbing and weaving through traffic, I guess I just thought she was going to a different airport.

When she pulled off onto a dirt track road in the National Forest though I had to ask "where are we going" and then see the beautiful smile she gave me that drove all thoughts of questions from my mind. She has that effect on me. I knew it. She knew it. All our friends laughed about it. I'm a fairly smart cookie but something about this woman just could make me lose all conscious thought. Just hearing her voice on the end of a telephone line could do that to me sometimes, make me go brain dead.

The bumping and dips were kind of fun and she mentioned something about having an orgasm from them which got me thinking about that particular 'thing' which I think she knew would keep me distracted for awhile. The track seemed to go on for miles before ending in a rather beautiful overlook. I could see for miles and wondered 'what the hell' as she cheerfully got out of the SUV.

Finally I got my thoughts together and asked "uh, where are we?"

She spread her arms and spun and said "we're in God's country!" with a smile and exuberance that I couldn't help but admire.

It was when she popped the back door and pulled a backpack out that I really began to become suspicious. She grabbed a fairly empty backpack and my overnight bag and unzipping it she dumped the later into the former. "What are you doing?" I asked alarmed.

"Repacking" she answered with an enthusiastic smile.

I looked around and realized I had been duped. I am a definite city girl. The idea of sleeping out under the stars usually involved a hammock in the back yard of my city home with neighbors on both sides and a dog barking down the street. I was not an enthusiastic backpacker or camper. When she said we would be joining the 'mile high club' I had naturally assumed she meant on an airplane going somewhere. Not in the mountains with critters as voyeurs! "Are you kidding me?"

Her smile was meant to disarm, it succeeded to a degree but I was becoming angry at the missed airplane ride. "Come on, you know your going to enjoy this!" 

I knew anything I did with her I would enjoy but I resented that we wouldn't be flying first class as I had thought. I had to complain and object for forms sake. It was in my nature. "You can't really expect me to hike to a godforsaken location to sleep out and get full of bug bites, dirt, and god knows what else?"

"Actually, I don't think it's God forsaken but God's country" she corrected. Meanwhile her hands had been busy and two well packed backpacks awaited us and she hoisted mine on one hand with her eyebrow cocked waiting for me to come and take it.

"I don't think I have the right things packed" I hedged eyeing it like it was going to attack me.

"I took care of that" she grinned. She knew she had me. After all, we weren't in the back of beyond but I could see it from here.

I looked around at the incredible view, it really wasn't that bad. I could see a beautiful view with hills and valley's and a lot of trees. The best part was that I was with my girlfriend. She would take care of me and make sure nothing ate me. At that thought though I was a goner. Nothing of the animal variety would eat me... With a sigh I got out of the SUV and walked around. She helped me with the pack, hooking the straps, and adjusted it so it was comfortable on my body. She also took advantage of me and felt me up, or so I thought the unnecessary brushes with her fingertips were a little much, but when I attempted to catch her eye she kept avoiding my glance with her concentration on my 'comfort.'

She locked up the SUV and using a telescoping walking stick she handed me one as well. All I could think of was where I could stick this...

I have to say as we started out it was beautiful country. Deep woods soon surrounded the faint trail she took me on but the trail dipped and looped and climbed some beautiful rocks, over a few creeks, and up endless grassy slopes. The rich smells were like a fine wine and a faint breeze fluffed my chestnut curls from my head. She kept up a lively chatter that I enjoyed and it kept me from realizing the amount of time and the angle of the climb. When I finally realized I wasn't in shape for this and was getting tired she cajoled me into going 'a little further' and I happily complied, for a little while. I had to admit the view had improved as we went along, with her climbing in front of me on the trail I realized her ass swung provocatively. I couldn't help myself, I just liked looking at her and I knew she wasn't doing it deliberately, or was she? I can never be sure as she looked back from time to time to make sure I was keeping up and okay and with that sparkle in her eye...one never knows what she is thinking.

We came out to a relatively flat area that had a beautiful spring fed lake on one side and a creek that meandered into it from the other. A large grassy meadow was on the creek side. She chose the creek side to take off our packs. With relief I didn't realize I was looking for she helped me off with mine before taking me in her arms and giving me a hug and a squeeze.

"Thanks for being a good sport" she breathed before she gave me a soul searching kiss that curled my toes. She knew I was her slave from that moment on.

Now she knew I wasn't Daniel Crockett (ok, I know it's Davy Crocket or Daniel Boone but it was a joke, get it?) by a long shot and gave me the easy 'chores' to set up our campsite. I 'fetched' the water and what dead wood I could find laying around, and there was a lot, as she did the hard work. In no time at all there was a small dome shaped tent with a rain sheet, two sleeping bags zipped together on an air mattress, and a ring for the fire. She set up a pulley over one tree to 'hide' our food away from the campsite and the wild animals in a cannister. She never really told me what wild animals I would have to worry about but I think that was deliberate, she didn't want me to worry or get paranoid, she knew me too well. She set up a filter system for our water that filtered our drinking water in no time flat.

I could at least start the fire. Well, that was the plan. Anyone can light a match right? When I got to the end of the pack she came over to help me. She set up a little teepee of twigs and leaves with grass in the middle and with one strike of her wooden match she got it started. She added larger twigs and eventually some of the branches I had brought over. The logs I had manhandled she used as seats as she set up a grill like thingy over the flames to 'season'.

"Were you in the girl scouts?" I asked imagining her in a little uniform with a skirt hiked up to there....groannnn!

She laughed as she efficiently got our campsite in order.

When I saw the grill I realized I was quite hungry from our long hike up the trail today. "What are we going to eat" I asked realizing that my pack couldn't have contained much in the form of sustenance and nourishment.

Her dimple barely formed as she answered "we have to catch it first."

Visions of us snaring rabbits and other varmints danced in my head so I was very relieved to see her pull out some sort of line to make a fishing pole of sorts. Looking for a long whippy kind of branch from the trees she found two and expertly cut them with a knife from her belt. She soon had the line set with a hook on the end and handing me a pole she looked around for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, hoping to be of some help in all this.

"I'd like to find an old log, one that's been rotting for awhile" she said as she scanned the immediate surroundings. She was a regular backwoods barbie and soon had grubs in an aluminum can just waiting to be put on the end of our fishhooks. She baited mine and explained how to throw out the weighted line. I guess you don't need fancy fishing gear when you have hungry fish just waiting in these mountains. I was very excited as a fish pulled on my line.

"Wait, don't pull back yet, make sure he's really got it" she cautioned as she helped me.

"How do you know it's a he?" I asked in amusement at her.

"He has his mouth open, it's full of a grub, and momentarily he will have a hook in it, do you see a 'she' doing that?" she answered flippantly and I had to laugh at her analogy and quick wit.

Despite a couple of losses I had fun under her instructions. Between the two of us we soon had four fish flopping on the bank and she let the rest of the grubs go back to doing whatever they do when they burrow in a log, I don't want to know.

She pulled out her knife and on one of the logs split the fish down the center and removed the guts throwing them back in the lake for the other fishies to eat and to hide from any critters that were looking for a free meal. She cut off the heads and tails and efficiently removed the scales. My backwoods barbie is a hero!

I'm amazed at what she does pull out of those bottomless backpacks. Despite their sizes she seems to have packed efficiently. In no time at all a fry pan is sizzling over the fire with butter and the fillet's of fish are frying in it. She adds potatoes and onions and the smell is more than my stomach can bear as it grumbles in appreciation.

"Grab two cups from there" she points at her pack with the cups hanging from a loop on the side. I unhook them and fill them with cool fresh filtered water and take a sip from my own. I don't know if it's the atmosphere or what but it tastes so very pure and refreshing.

She dishes up two plates full and sets the rest of the fish in the skillet to sizzle. Adding more onions and potatoes she mixes up another batch in no time. We sit and eat and it tastes great as she cooks the remainder. We chat as she cooks. When it's done she sets it aside to cool commenting that it's 'breakfast.'

Washing our plates and dishes I'm amazed as I watch some ducks and geese at the other end of the lake playing, splashing, and having fun. "Here" she gives me a small tube of Dawn dishwashing soap to use.

"Don't you worry about this getting in the environment?" I ask in surprise.

"It's biodegradable" she answers with a grin, pleased that I realized her passion for the outdoors extends to things like this. Believe me, with a girl like this I noticed. From recycling to eating right, she's all natural. I realize that further when the campsite is 'clean' she strips off her clothes and heads for the lake buck naked and totally unpretentious about it.

"Aren't you going to wear a suit?" I ask with a grin. I don't want to cover up what I see but at the same time we are in the middle of nowhere.

"I don't think the fish are going to care" she replies with a twinkle in her eye. I recognize that look. I hurry to finish my chores leaving the now washed dishes to dry on a log by the fire I soon join her in the lake.

"That water is COLD!" I shout as I come up for air from my undignified belly flop.

She giggles as she answers innocently "I would never have known" and looks meaningfully at my chest.

Looking down I see my erect nipples have given me away. I head towards her in the water and I'm not sure if it is to dunk her, kiss her, or drown her after a day of surprises. She isn't easy to catch though, she's as slick as those fish we caught earlier but it's fun to try and we end up wrestling in the water. Too soon though it's time to get out of the water, her lips and mine apparently are blue from the cold. We race to the packs and share a towel before getting into warmer clothes.

Putting away the dishes and hiding the now cold food up the pulley canister, our camp chores are soon done. We walk along the shoreline and watch as the sun goes down over the far hills and mountains. Holding hands and being together like this is what's it's all about. We listen to the night birds call out and hear little things, a mouse perhaps, a whisper in the trees as the breeze begins. It's incredible to be away from the sounds of neighbors, traffic, even to know our nearest neighbor is probably miles away. 

Sitting companionably against a log roasting marshmallows we talk about absolutely everything. It's times like these that really bring home why I love this woman. Our lives get hectic and so involved and we can't spend all the time we would like together and then there is this. Just her and I. Looking into the flames of our fire as it dies down I cannot help but reflect how perfect the moment is. 

"Would you like to sleep out here by the fire?" she asks.

Realizing how romantic that really sounds I'm still a little worried at the thought of what wild animals might be lurking in the wilds around us. "Won't we be cold?" I ask to hide my feelings.

"No, I intend to keep you warm, very warm, hot even you might say" she smiles at the double meaning in her words.

As she builds up the fire to keep it burning for a long time, putting a thick fat log on it I pull our air mattress and sleeping bags out of the tent and we both put them by the fire but not too close. Using two of the bigger logs as a reflector, she arranges them so that they will throw the heat back on us. Getting into our sleeping bags together I'm amazed as I look up into the heavens.

"What are you doing?" she asks as my arms reach out and my hands grasp.

"I'm trying to touch the stars" I tell her, they are so close I feel I CAN.

Laughing at my silliness she cuddles close and I realize her delicious body is next to mine. My hands are cold a little, I can tell as they reach under her sweater and touch her bare back, she arches into me with a drawn in hiss at the cold. Nuzzling along my neck I realize her nose is just as cold but the sensation that her nearness causes generates heat to combat that cold.

She smells fresh and clean and the crackle of the fire above our heads, the coolness of the night breeze, and the openness of the forest lend to a very romantic moment. I'm not immune to it.

Kissing me deeply she thrusts her tongue into my mouth enticing my own to come out and play. Her hands are playing with my body and I don't resist, I welcome the feel of them as they touch me through my clothes and later as they adeptly remove them. 

I can't wait for her to be naked in my arms and I indulge myself as soon as I can. First I take off her sweater and t-shirt so I can touch her entire torso without anything getting in the way. Her pert little breasts beg me to kiss them and I oblige. The catch in her throat was what I was listening for and I hear it as I tongue her nipples ardently. Erect from the cold or from what I am doing to her I can't be quite sure but the heat we are generating in the sleeping bags is enough to keep a small generator going.

Her hands on my body feel so incredibly soft and I alternately stretch or lean into them. My body can't seem to help itself from bumping into hers as we make love. She removes her pants and socks and gently places them nearby before attacking my own and removing them. Naked she climbs on my body and feeling it against me causes me to groan deeply.

"Gawd your beautiful" she breathes before kissing her way down my body. I let her. The heat in the bags is incredible. How will she be able to breathe I think as she crawls between my legs. She manages though apparently. The feel of her tongue as it touches my lower lips is incredible. I spread my legs willingly for her to give her plenty of room. She thrusts two fingers inside as her tongue goes everywhere but where I need it the most. I hint by thrusting my hips towards her mouth but she ignores me. I want, I need her mouth on my clit. She affects me like this every time and I want it, I need it! As she plays with my wetness I realize we are going to flood out these sleeping bags if we aren't careful. I feel her one hand caress up my body and take my nipple in her fingers squeezing, pinching, and cupping. It sends a jolt right down to my crotch in response, but then she knew it would as she timed it to correspond with her mouth capturing my clit. 

"Oh God" I breathe loudly hissing it out between my teeth at the feelings she invokes. She starts to thrust her fingers in and out and I cannot help but start to buck my hips at her rhythm. This is when I wish she had a third and fourth hand, another to squeeze my ass cheek, the other to rove my body. Her mouth on my clit and tongue that swipes it send other thoughts out of my head. Her hand is thrusting inside of my wetness and 'accidentally' hitting my G spot occasionally, not all the time, it would be too much. Her other hand switches breasts and pinches, tweaks, and caresses just as lovingly causing jolts that I cannot hope to keep up with as she sucks hard on my clit. She can feel my rising passion, my orgasm, something in the way my body gives off it's signals and I cannot help but scream out in passion as I cum looking up at the stars just over my head, my eyes wide open at the night sky.

She rises rapidly up my body as she starts to thrust harder and faster in my body causing it to slosh. She doesn't let my body rest from it's orgasm. Her thumb rubs over my clit hard and relentlessly, showing it who's boss, her lips stop and her teeth lightly graze over my nipples and my body spasms as another orgasm builds. She captures my mouth as I buck and scream into her. I can't help it but my body seems to be on puppet strings and she is the master puppeteer.

As I come back down to earth from my sojourn into the heavens among the stars she looks down at me and smiles "now you've just joined the mile high club."

"What?" I ask fuzzily, pardon me but my head is still a little cloudy from the intense orgasms she just gave me.

"We are up above sea level over a mile, you have officially joined the mile high club" she grins knowing that she had deliberately let me think of an airplane ride and not a hike up into the mountains.

I smile back, I don't really mind.

"My turn" she says as she pushes me on my back and straddles my body moving up it rapidly until her ass is seated on my chest and she looks down at me. "Ready?" she asks but it's one of those silly rhetorical questions.




Mile High Club



Carefully she puts her knees on either side of my head and her crotch on my face. My nose, lips, and tongue all eagerly seek between her legs. My hands easily catch her ass and begin to squeeze, remembering how it looked coming up the trail I'm eager to feel it. One of my hands caress up her torso and begins to play with her breasts. My mouth is eager to taste and my tongue whips out and along her slit taking in all the wetness I can find, there is a lot. I plunge my tongue in her hole and hear her whimper in response. I know how sensitive she is there. I flick my tongue in and out and all around and she grinds her body down on my face. The wetness is impossible to contain and it's all over my chin, my cheeks, and nose. Firmly I grasp her clit with my tongue and mouth and control her body with it as the hand that has been massaging her fine little ass begins it's assault on her hole. Two fingers plunge in and I hear her gasp. My pinkie runs along the skin between the two holes and 'accidentally' rubs along her rosebud. Her gasp is my reward. Her grinds get deeper as she tries to cum against my mouth, my fingers, my body. I oblige her as best I can as I thrust inside of her, suck on her, and rub back just as heartily. As I look up her body I am struck at the beauty of the moment. The are stars just beyond my beautiful woman's body as she throws her head back and cries out in her orgasm. The echo cries it back to us and I cannot help but wonder what the wild animals think at the sounds of mating that my girl and I have made out here in the wilderness. 

Together we have joined the 'mile high club' and it's a badge I wear proudly.

The End ~ for now. 



Mile High Club



*This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated.



In January 2010, I had decided to go backpacking with my friends to West Bengal, to the Sunderbans (A royal Bengal Tiger Reserve) and surrounding areas. Due to certain scheduling problems, all my friends had left before me by train, while I had to catch a flight to meet up with them in Kolkata. Unfortunately, being on a shoestring budget, the only flight I could afford was this horrid thing, at 2 am in the morning, when no sensible person would willingly leave a warm bed and go anywhere. I sat in the terminal, waiting for the flight to commence boarding, while drinking the crappiest and most expensive cup of coffee I'd ever tasted. I sipped some more, when I saw her standing nearby, also sipping some coffee from a cup. 

"I can't believe that I'm paying for this crap."

"Believe it. Terminal coffee always tastes bad."

"I've tasted bad coffee. This is exceptional. It tastes like a monkey peed into battery acid."

She laughed, and we introduced ourselves to each other. She was also on my flight. Her name was Mamatha, this pretty young woman, in her mid twenties. She was not very tall, around 5'2", fair, with shoulder length hair. She was a bit chubby, but her body was very curvy, just the way I like it. She wore a simple blue jacket, slacks and shoes, and had sexy bedroom eyes.

"So, why are you headed Kolkata? Business or Pleasure?"

"Oh, business, completely. I'm a market researcher."

"What do you do, exactly?"

"I go and ask people questions about our products. You know, if their reactions, expectations, etc."

"Ok. So what are you researching in Kolkata?"

"Cigarettes. I'm going out, at dawn, meeting people and asking them questions about our clients fags."

"Cool. Never thought you could make a career out of that. Maybe I'll do that."

"What do you do?"

"I'm still in college; Heading for a backpacking trip, across the Sunderbans and the surrounding areas."

"Cool. You feeling sleepy?"

"No, actually. Not at all. This crappy coffee is keeping me awake.."

We sat chatting in the lounge. Our flight, due to its hours was nearly empty, and we eventually sat together, in the plane. By now, our playful chatting had turned into some serious flirting. The flight was supposed to be 90 minutes long, but both of us were too buzzed with coffee to feel sleepy. Besides, who wants to sleep when you are into such heavy flirting!

A few minutes into the flight, they put on the in flight movie, some kiddie film about a mad scientist. However, most of the other passengers (and there were very few) chose to fall asleep, and the lights were dimmed to a minimum.

"Did you see this film in the cinema?" Mamatha asked.

"I went for it, but I didn't watch it." 

"Why?" her eyes asked teasingly.

"It's quite a boring film. And I was making out with someone."

"Hmmm, making out in a movie, that's something I haven't done in a while now..."

"Let's change that." I said, and leaned over to kiss her. 

Her lips tasted like something else, a bit of coffee, something like a lipstick and something else I have never been able to figure out. She was a really good kisser too, and it was serious heat we had started to build in the back. I had my hand inside her shirt, teasing an exited nipple between my forefinger and thumb, while her hands were rubbing my cock from outside my cargos pants.

We heard an airhostess coming, and we quickly broke off. Mamatha closed her jacket around herself, and I composed myself.

"Can I get you anything, sir?" asked one of the heavily made up, tired airhostesses.

"No, thank you. We were just getting to know each other better."

She left, and I turned around to make out again. Mamatha laughed and pointed at my jeans, where a small wet spot had begun to form due to pre-cum. 

"Oh, baby, you are turning me on!" I said, and we began to make out again.

Both of us were very turned on, and we just got a bit bolder. I pulled my cock out of my jeans, and she held it for a second, feeling its length and girth in her small hand. She began to slowly jerk me, as we kissed, and though I enjoyed it, I couldn't wait to do more.

"You have a big cock." She said. "Much bigger than my ex boyfriend."

"Thanks. Put it in your mouth, will you?"

She looked around, and gently bent down, and began to give me head. It felt good, but then, for a good blowjob, eye contact is necessary. However, I was very turned on. 

"I want you, now. Lets go to the loo and fuck. What do you think?" I asked.

"I've never done it on a plane before! Besides, I barely know you!"

"That's the point, isn't it?" I asked. 

She nodded, and both of us made our way to the cramped loo in the back of the nearly empty plane. A couple of airhostesses were near it, one fast asleep, and the other reading some book. She peered over the book at us, and I winked at her. She shook her head, and kept reading.

I opened the door, and stood a bit dumbfounded at what I saw. I think, airplane loos keep shrinking every time you get on them, and this one was small, exceptionally small. I looked at Mamatha, and she smiled. 

"Logistical problem?" she asked.

I smiled. Indeed, we had a logistical problem. I have a bit of a difficulty getting into an airplane loo anyway, because of my size. I'm about 6'2" tall, weighing about a 100kg, with a strong muscular physique, with fair skin and slightly middle eastern features, thanks to my Iranian forefathers.

She looked at me, and asked me to sit on the pot. I had to confess, I had never tried woman on top before. I usually like to be the man, and take control in bed. However, this was a night of firsts. The only way we were going to be able to do this if she was on top. 

I put the seat down, and pulled my pants around my ankles and sat down. I opened up my shirt, and breathed. My penis was semi hard now, as she entered the loo and closed the door behind her. She looked at me and slowly, sexily took her shirt off, and pulled her slacks off. Seeing a this horny woman strip, my dick stood up to full attention. I pulled out a condom from my pocket, and began to wear it. 

Mamatha chewed on her lower lip, looking damn sexy as she contemplated what we were about to do. I was turned on, more and more by watching this, and my penis throbbed for a release. 

"Get on this, baby!" I said. I wanted this woman right now.

She slowly came over, bending slightly, and sat with folded knees on either side of me. My penis still was outside her, waiting to get into her pussy.

I fingered her slightly, and found her delightfully wet, as she slowly settled down to take me in. She held my dick, and slowly helped me in, but didn't take me in all the way. She took an inch or so in, and moved rhythmically on it, sinking slower and slower on it, controlling her descent onto my shaft of meat.

It was a mighty turn on, for she had inclined her head towards me, and smiled, her hair falling all over me, blocking out most of the light. I wanted to fuck her hard, but couldn't. Instead, I went slowly, and slowly penetrating her, until after what seemed like an eternity, I finally sank all the way into her, and our pubic hair met.

She kissed me a bit more, and began to slowly move up and down, feeling the pleasure of moving at a speed she liked. She jerked her hair back, and picked up speed, and I reached around her and grabbed her fine ass, helping her rise and fall on my crotch, picking up speed as she liked.

She moaned as I buried my face in her tits, and chewed on each erect nipple, and she really began riding me, harder and harder. Woman on top sent out some slightly different sensations up my cock, from my customary missionary style or doggy style sex. 

I fucked her harder and harder as she moaned a bit louder, and I wondered if she would wake up some of the passengers on the flight. I still enjoyed the sensation, feeling the amazing sensations of not being in complete control whilst having sex. I playfully spanked her butt, and she responded by holding me closer, and fucking harder and harder. 

I couldn't care much at this moment about anything but the woman in my arms. I didn't care whether we were slowly punching a hole in a side of the plane, or whether the people might get up; instead, I just concentrated on helping keeping the rhythm with Mamatha.

I felt her becoming hornier, and I realized that she was close to coming.

"Damn you! You're making me come!" she breathed, holding me closer, and came hard, making sounds between a moan and a sigh; the sexy sound of trying to keep noise down whilst fucking in a public place.

I couldn't hold longer, so I pulled her hard on my cock, and came hard into her. I tried to keep it down, but couldn't help but make a little moan of my own. 

As my orgasm subsided, I realized we were in a constricted space. She slowly got off me, seemingly reluctantly, and began to put her clothes on. She slowly put her bra back on, and buttoned her shirt, then looked for her pants. I took her panties- white, smelling of her pussy, as a souvenir. She blushed, and put her pants back on, and went out. I stood up, slightly, and dropped the condom into the bin. I put on my clothes, thinking about all that had transpired. I put picked up her panties, and smelled them. They smelled nice.

I walked back to my seat and sat down. Mamatha snuggled up, close to me. 

"So," She said. "That was a first."

"It was good." I said. "If you want feedback, god damn it woman, you are fucking amazing."

I dozed off on in my seat, and Mamatha put cuddled up close and joined me. It seemed the sex had removed the caffeine from our veins and put us into a gentle sleep. Unfortunately, it barely lasted for half an hour; we had to get up to deplane. 

At the terminal, she picked up her bag, and kissed me goodbye, after giving me her card. I saw her leave in her prepaid taxi towards the city.



Mile High Club



We had enjoyed a perfect holiday in America, spoiled only by problems with the flight home. An aircraft fault caused a serious delay during which many of the passengers found alternative ways back to the UK and even when a replacement plane was declared available more than three more hours passed before we were allowed to board, just before midnight. Most of that time we spent in the bar. The good side was that there were only about a third the number of passengers that there had been on the outward journey.

I was hoping that Cathie and I might have a whole seat to ourselves but just before the doors closed a tall individual dashed on. I thought he was going to stride straight past us but on spotting Cathie he halted and plonked himself down on the spare seat beside her. The guy bore a striking resemblance to my wife's favourite film star but I dismissed the possibility on the basis that someone who earns millions per picture was unlikely to be found travelling on a cut price no frills airline.

My wife and I are very compatible on most things but a notable exception is the films we like. She goes for plenty of action with guns, car chases, explosions and big men with biceps on display where I prefer dramatisation of ordinary life, with good dialogue and lots of psychology. I mention that fact because some may find it significant. Anyway, the guy sitting next to Cathie, (whoever he was), quickly put on a pair of ear phones and closed his eyes, she became engrossed in her book and, as I was suffering from both tiredness and a surfeit of cocktails, I reclined in my seat and drifted contentedly off to sleep, lulled by the drone of the engines and the belief that life couldn't possible get any better..

I was woken by raised voices and looked round in time to hear the film star look-alike saying, "Don't you know who I am? Can't you turn a blind eye just this once?" There was a blanket covering his lap and he was fiddling underneath with both hands, Cathie was looking shocked with a tissue clutched to her mouth and in the isle, confronting them, stood a po-faced looking purser.

"You are under arrest, you had both better come with me," the purser announced officiously.

The star immediately stood and although towering above this authoritative member of the cabin crew he held his hands out to show no hostile intent. My wife looked unhappily towards me and on seeing I was awake she said, "I'm so very, very sorry."

I was still struggling to make sense of the tableau. "Why? What's happened," I had to ask.

"The air steward just caught me sucking Jerry's cock and now he's going to report us to the police," Cathie told me simply. 

The next moment she had followed the other two towards the front of the plane. I should probably have immediately followed but I still trying to get a mental grip on the situation and only a few minutes later I had been overcome by panic induced inertia. It was impossible to understand how my loving faithful wife could give oral sex to a man she had only just met, especially with me sitting in the next seat. The conundrum was made even more perplexing by the fact that, although sexually adventurous in almost every other way, sucking my cock had never been one of my wife's favourite activities.

Shortly before we landed my wife was allowed to briefly come back to inform me that she was being charged with 'committing an act of gross indecency in a public place'. She also had time to say that when we were on the ground I should try to wait somewhere in sight of the security office. After retrieving our luggage, I followed these instructions and was fortunately able to grab a coffee before beginning my vigil. This turned out to be more than an hour, towards the end of which time I noticed more and more people loitering, many with cameras in evidence, and surmised that word must have got out about the star travelling on the plane. 

When my wife was on the point of being released I was called into security. She was sitting dejectedly in the middle of a row of plain metal chairs but of the guy who had caused the problem there was no sign. When we could speak she explained that he had been taken to the VIP lounge soon after landing but when I began to vent my feelings about him she said, "He's not that bad – he has very trustingly given me a signed blank check to cover solicitors costs and any fine I may have to pay." I was about to point out that, with his money he was just clearing his conscience for a trifling amount but before I could speak we were told we could leave.

I opened the door of the office and we stepped through to be confronted by popping photographer's bulbs and a solid phalanx of felt covered microphones thrust towards our faces. This was the last thing I wanted so, grasping Cathie's arm and dragging my wheeled suitcase behind me, I put my head down and barged our way towards the lifts. I hoped that if we could get to the underground long term car park to retrieve our vehicle we could possibly escape the press attention.

The reporters did give way in front of us but we were assailed on all sides by impertinent questions, 'Catherine, What do you think is flavour of the month?', 'Come on Catherine, you can tell us, is it as big as they say' and 'Catherine, do you agree that one swallow doesn't make a summer?' We ignored them all and eventually broke through to where there was a short area of clear ground between us and the lifts so I put on a spurt with the pack in full cry behind.

Now a youngish couple were in a lift where the doors were in the process of closing but they stayed the operation long enough for us both to slip inside but only by dint of abandoning our luggage to impede pursuit. Once the doors were closed our saviours started gazing studiously up at the ceiling. Although they obviously knew our story they were politely taking pains to avoid showing prurient interest in us but when the automated female voice announced 'Going down', even they were unable to keep the smirks from their faces.

We reached our car without being intercepted and had a safe journey home but in the mirror I saw that a small convoy of vehicles seemed to be following us. We were fortunate in being able to drive straight into the garage using the remote control but we were hardly inside the house before both the door bell and telephone started wringing. I took the handset off the hook and shouted 'Go away' at the door but a voice called back that he had my suitcase. Opening the door I grabbed the luggage and while thanking our benefactor promised that if we did decide to make a statement it would be to him.

While my wife made a cup of tea I started to disconnect the doorbell to silence the continuous ringing but in my tense state this took far longer than it should. Finally able to sit down, I looked at Cathie letting my face rather than voice ask the question. Appearing close to tears she appealed, "Darling, I'm so desperately tired that I can hardly think. Please can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Alright, but just tell me one thing, did he cum in your mouth?" it was something I desperately needed to know.

My wife nodded. "He was just starting to ejaculate when the purser interfered.

We went up to bed and undressed as we had done hundreds of times before but, unduly conscious of what had recently been in her mouth, for the first time ever I rolled over without exchanging a kiss. Cathie gave a long sigh and fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow but it was a very different story for me. I would have said that I had a sleepless night except that I kept waking after a recurring dream or nightmare. In the dream we were back on the plane. I had my head under the blanket along with hers and I was watching her fellate him. Every time I woke in a state of distress but what upset me was not so much the act as the fact that my emotion had been one of intense excitement, replaced by disappointment when the purser interfered.

When we arose on Sunday morning, not wishing to pressure her I got on with my usual weekend tasks but eventually Cathie indicated that I should go and sit with her. "I don't really understand how it happened, but I can tell you what happened," she began. "I knew who he was and I'd heard that along with Matt Daemon and Daniel Craig, he was one of the best endowed actors in films. I was curious to know if it was true so while pretending to read my book, I kept sneaking glances at the front of his pants looking if I could see the outline of his penis." 

"Could you?"

"Not at first but then he seemed to scratch his leg and when he took his hand away it looked at if he had a long thick tube down the inside of his thigh. I realised that he had spotted me so I glanced up at his face and he was grinning. Then he said that it was all real and that I could check to find out if I wanted. So I did. Somehow I had convinced myself that 'just finding out' was not rally a sexual act but when my fingers touched, even through the material, his penis was so hot, hard and kind of throbbing that I couldn't take my hand away. I kept on slowly stroking with just an occasional squeeze and that's when it began to go wrong." 

"Go wrong how?"

"I began to lose touch with reality. I've had fantasies about him in the past, usually after watching one of his films, and the situation on the plane began to feel more like fantasy than real. We were high above the earth in just a small pool of light. You were asleep and kind of receded into the background, leaving just me and him, as if we were the last two people on earth. That's when he got his cock out of his trousers and I almost came to my senses at that point because I was scared someone might walk past but Jerry held up the blanket to hide me. His cock was so big and stiff and beautiful that I felt compelled to touch the skin and soon after that my mouth was watering so much that I just had to taste him."

"You mean you started sucking him off," I interrupted crudely.

My cheating wife nodded. "At first I was just licking and playing with his foreskin but then I wanted to really suck him. The head was so large that I had to almost dislocate my jaw like a boa-constrictor just to get it inside my mouth. That was when Jerry draped the blanket over me and about ten minutes later the purser turned up and spoiled everything."

"Do you regret it?"

"Of course I do. I hate seeing you hurt knowing it is my fault and we still don't know how it's going to affect our lives."

"Suppose the purser had never happened and we'd arrived back home without me knowing, would you still regret sucking his cock?"

Cathie thought about this for quite a long time before saying, "I would undoubtedly feel a bit guilty but not regretful. Thousands of women across the world would give their eye-teeth for the chance I had so I think I might have felt more regret if I hadn't taken the opportunity."

This was a very honest answer but it certainly did not help my peace of mind and effectively discouraged questions about her feelings during the incident. There were still three press vehicles parked in the street including a van with a television camera on the roof and two individuals had even taken the liberty of setting up camp at the bottom of my garden, trampling carelessly over the flower beds.

We moved round each other for the rest of the day, always trying to stay away from the windows. I was undoubtedly unhappy about my wife having performed that sex act but gradually I began to think that the actual degree of upset was far less than I would have predicted. This was a puzzle until I started to imagine myself in a similar situation to Cathie. The role of monogamous husband fitted me like a glove but I wondered if that would remain true if I were tempted by Kyle or one of the pair of actresses that I always watched out for on TV (i.e. two who regularly threw off their clothes on screen). The honest answer was that I didn't know and that admission was enough to grant my wife at least partial absolution.

We woke the next morning to find we were no longer besieged by journalists, some other event apparently having offered better copy. I heaved a sigh of relief that it was over but, calling at the newsagents on my way to work, I found that it was only just starting. Usually I exchanged a few words with the pretty girl behind the counter but this morning, on seeing me, she smirked and turned to start busily rearranging the shelves behind her. The reason was soon apparent because every single newspaper had a picture of either Cathie or me on the front page. The worst filled the whole front page with a picture of my fraught face staring through a gap in some lift doors and above, in block letters, the one word headline 'CUCKOLD'. I rushed out without making a purchase and carried on to work with a feeling of dread.

*

On entering the office, all that I could see were grinning faces and a mass of newspapers, some lying on desks and some held up and as I walked past I heard the refrain, 'Goble, Gobble, Gobble, Gobble' repeated endlessly. Almost running, I headed to my personal office as quickly as possible. I should point out that the main office was very large and open plan, broken into areas by a combination of right angled partitions and large evergreen plants in big stone pots. Down the length of one wall there were a series of individual offices with mine being the middle one of nine. Unfortunately it was hardly a private refuge because the walls were glass to allow light from outside to pass through into the main office, leaving me at the mercy of all those mocking eyes. 

After a little over an hour at my desk I noticed a small crowd clustered in front of the notice board situated next to the coffee machine. As some moved away others joined the group and it was easy to see that whatever they were looking at was creating a great deal of amusement. It was half an hour before the area cleared and although my mouth was parched, I waited until then before heading down for a coffee.

Pinned in the centre of the notice board was a skilfully created cartoon of three figures sitting in a row. It was all hand drawn except that a photograph of my face had been pasted onto the leftmost character. This showed me with my eyes closed and must have been snapped on one of the firm's social occasions. The head and shoulders of figure in the centre was bent over the lap of the male on the right, covered with a blanket but with the fact that she was female indicated by the very sexy, impossibly long legs. The hair of the favoured male was spiked as if from an electric shock, he had round goggle eyes and his face was split in a wide cheese eating grin. Above the drawing, in big letters the words were 'Cuckie, Hot Lips and A.N. Other'. Underneath the caption read, 'At one point John woke and asked, '"Whatever are you doing with your head under that blanket darling?" but his refined wife had been taught never to speak with her mouth full'.

Clutching my polystyrene cup, I scurried back to my office but a surreptitious glance round showed that, knowing I had seen the humiliating drawing, there were renewed smirks in every direction. At that moment of discomfort the door opened and Geoff Fellowes stepped through, only to lean with his back against it. "How's it going old pal?" he asked.

Now Geoff was my best friend in the office, possible the only real friend. Cathie and I often spent evenings as a foursome with Geoff and his wife Carole. "It's a bit rough as you can imagine," I told him ruefully.

"I just hope you aren't being too hard on Cathie."

"She knows that I'm not at all pleased."

"But no talk of separation or divorce?"

"No, I still love her too much to lose her." I paused and added "But if reactions carry on like today I might change my mind. I just can't get my head round why she would do something like that; it's so completely out of character."

"Have you considered that she may not have had a choice? I suspect that Cath may have succumbed to a kind of genetic programming."

"I'm not with you," I said, truly mystified.

"Haven't you noticed that celebrities, particularly film and pop stars, seem to have a weird power over females that causes them to lose all moral constraint. Girls who at home play hard to get and are sometimes accused of being prick teasers suddenly switch to sneaking naked into pop stars beds or queuing up to attend all night sex orgies with band members. Literally hundreds of them and that's not to mention all the married women who throw their knickers on stage in blatant invitation."

"I hadn't thought," I muttered suddenly remembering all the stories of pop stars and their hordes of willing females.

Geoff pressed his point. "It's been going on for years. I think Frank Sinatra and his Bobbie-soxers was one of the earliest manifestations of the syndrome.

"I often wondered what happened to all the groupies."

"I can answer that – after their fifteen minutes of fame they all go back to normal life. I was recently talking to one. Even in her late fifties she is still a very striking woman so she must have been a real stunner when young. Well she was telling me that in the late sixties, within a couple of years she had sex with Mick Jagger, Ringo of the Beatles and Jimi Hendrix. The point is that she had a steady boyfriend at the time and he eventually found out."

"And?"

"They still got married and are just coming up to their fortieth wedding anniversary of a very happy marriage."

"My case is different," I objected, "Your friend's boyfriend was nowhere near when she cheated but I was sitting right next to Cathy for Christ's sake."

Geoff gave this a moments thought before saying, "I can remember one evening a few months ago when the four of us were sitting round discussing fantasy lovers. You couldn't shut up about Kyle Minogue and Cathie was saying that she really liked the guy from the plane and also a black actor. So it's easy to see that, finding herself sitting next to her fantasy she became overwhelmed by his personality and succumbed to an irresistible compulsion."

"And I just thought it was his enormous cock that attracted her."

Geoff grinned. "Well I admit that could easily also have been a factor."

I was unable to smile. "I just don't know where we go from here," I said sadly.

"Once you get your mind right your marriage will carry on as it always has," Geoff said firmly. "Cathy is exactly the same woman that she was last week. She hasn't been damaged, contaminated or even corrupted. If that damn air steward had turned up five minutes later you needn't ever have known what happened and yet your lovely wife would have had a special private memory for the rest of her life."

"I just don't understand how she could do something like that. I thought she loved me completely."

"Cathy does love you but your mind is confused because you are only thinking about yourself. Men ask 'How could she cheat on ME?' but in lots of one off infidelities the husband isn't even a factor. Given a combination of strong temptation and opportunity, a compulsive new logic takes over and for a short interlude the woman reverts to being just herself rather than a wife. Afterwards she bitterly regrets the hurt caused but the actual transgression is much harder to regret. See things that way and you'll realise that you haven't lost anything."

"What about my bloody reputation?" I snapped back angrily. "You must have seen the performance this morning. Nobody respects a cuckold and I cringe to think how much I must have sunk in everybody's opinion."

"I very much doubt if the regard for you has gone down one bit. The reason that all the guys out there behaved liked such turds this morning was down to envy, pure unadulterated envy." 

"Now you are bullshitting me," I said, forced to laugh by the preposterousness of that statement.




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"No, it's true and for two very good reasons. Every man likes to think he has a sexy wife but none of the men in the office has a wife as sexually adventurous as Cathy, so they are envious of the fact that you go to bed with her every night." 

"And the other reason?" I prompted, already partly convinced.

"Easy, they are extremely envious of the fact that you are married to a female who is attractive enough to pull one of the half dozen acknowledged male sex symbols in the world. So they read the papers and thought, 'Lucky, lucky bastard,' felt angry and joined in the turkey song as their only way to vent that anger. Take my word, over the next week or two, one by one they will all come sidling up to you, trying to make friends and all wanting to talk about Cathy."

Some fifteen minutes before lunch Peter Mills came in. He was not a special friend but everybody liked him due to his constantly cheerful nature. I think he is the happiest man I have ever met. "You bloody fortunate swine," he said before I could speak.

"It's not funny," I told him.

"I'm not joking," Pete said sincerely, "For the last three years my wife Chrissie and I have been taking baby steps, gradually working to where you are now and yet you get there without any thought or planning at all. It's just not fair."

"Are you telling me that you actually want your wife to have sex with somebody else?

"Effectively yes but it's not that straightforward. I was wondering if you would like to get away from this place for an hour and enjoy a quiet pint. It will give me a chance to try and explain my philosophy. You may not be convinced but it might just make you feel better about things."

Pete could not have appeared at a more opportune moment because I had been seriously thinking about staying in my office and forgoing lunch rather than face more snide comments in the canteen.

Settled in the pub, after taking a large swallow, Pete put down his tankard and said, "I don't know about you but I haven't got the largest penis in the world but for a long time I thought it was adequate because it did seem to get the job done. What I'm saying is that we had a good sex life, foreplay, oral, toys and Chrissie had plenty of orgasms. It was only gradually that I realised these all came from other activities and I could rarely make her cum while fucking."

He paused to take another mouthful of ale. I didn't speak but already his words had found a strong correspondence with my marriage.

"I don't believe that any woman in the world could give me more sexual pleasure than my wife but unfortunately that equation doesn't work in reverse," Pete told me, speaking slowly so that I did not miss the significance.

"Why do you think that," I asked for something to say.

"It started with sex stories and porn videos. In all of those the female always has multiple orgasms and is very vocal with encouragement. Although our sex is good it is nothing like that. At first I thought the females were just acting and that showing excessive pleasure was a porn convention in the way that every male star seems to have a compulsive need to pull out at the last moment and shoot all over her face."

"But you changed your mind?"

"A friend of mine was a private detective who specialised in divorce work and one day he said he had a very special film that I really must see. He had been working for a very rich guy who suspected that his much younger wife was cheating and with the guys connivance they had crammed one bedroom of the mansion with hidden cameras. The film he showed me was the result. He said that usually he destroyed surveillance material but this footage was far too good to lose."

"And was it?" I already knew the answer by the look on Pete's face.

"She had the body of a Goddess and the face of an angel and the guy she was with was hung like an elephant. The film lasted an hour, edited down from a three hour session during which time the pair of them did about everything it's possible to do. It was the hottest film you are ever likely to see but what really got through to me was the different expressions on the wife's face. For most of the time, she was out of her mind with pleasure, ecstatic, delirious, lost in a sea of sensation and I decided then that I needed to see Chrissie enjoying exactly the same level of pleasure." 

Pete paused but I was too busy visualising to comment. "There is a big snag," he continued, "Even if a magic wish gave me a cock the size of a baseball bat and the sexual expertise of a master it wouldn't really help because I would be far too close and too busy concentrating on giving the pleasure to sit back and observe the effects. So that means for me to observe Chrissie has got to be doing it with someone other than me."

"So that is what you are actually considering?" I said incredulously, "I certainly don't think I could do anything remotely like that."

"Chrissie loves me, she'll never leave and without encouragement she would never dream of cheating but that means that, for the rest of her life she would be abandoning a whole extra tier of pleasure and I don't think I can let her make that sacrifice. I believe there are two kinds of love, the selfish and the unselfish. The question is do I selfishly love her for the pleasure she gives me or can I unselfishly allow her the maximum sexual pleasure possible, even if it is not with me?"

"And you said you've been working towards this for three years?"

"My wife agrees with my argument but is very afraid that introducing other men might ruin our marriage or we would have taken the big step years ago. As I said we have been getting there slowly. It started with role playing with me pretending to be other men and using larger and larger dildoes to help the illusion. Then we got onto text sex with men on the internet and that developed into voice mail sessions. This got her so hot I was convinced she would agree to meet one of these guys but she always chickened out at the last moment. For the last few months she has been having web cam sessions with well hung guys. She plays with herself and uses toys while they watch, then they jack off for her to see. All that cum drives her crazy and you wouldn't believe how passionate she is afterwards."

"You do sound very close to your goal," I ventured as my uninformed opinion."

Pete nodded happily. "And I hope your little episode might tip the balance. I'm going inform Chrissie about your wife's adventure and tell her that it hasn't affected your marriage at all." He paused to give me a piercing look then added, "I do hope that is true. It's a great pity Catherine got busted but I hope you don't think what she did was wrong. In my book she was perfectly entitled to grab a once in a lifetime experience while it was available."

After returning to the office I somehow managed to get through the rest of the day but was possibly not in the best of moods when I got home. Cathie gave me a welcoming smile and asked how my day had been. I told her 'Not good' but refrained from describing the extent of my humiliation and instead enquired how she had been received at work. "Not bad at all, " she said cheerfully, "Some of the older women put disapproving looks on their faces and made a point of ignoring me but the younger girls treated me like a bit of a hero, all crowding round and wanting a blow by blow account." I was overcome by the irony, she transgressed and was feted for it and yet I, the victim, received only mockery for my pains. I don't think we spoke again for the rest of the evening.

Next day again started badly. My tormentors had switched from the farmyard chorus to miming oral sex as I passed and on my desk was a note telling me to report immediately to the managing director. I assumed that meant I was getting the sack but it was almost the opposite. Without directly mentioning my problem, the MD said, "Your work has been exemplary for a long time and we were going to promote you in a few months anyway but in your current situation it might be advantageous to bring that promotion forward. I'm afraid that in the present economic climate it won't mean a lot more money but you will have a private office on the upper floor. You will also have access to the management canteen and washroom facilities and both you and your lady may attend all the restricted social functions." I truly was grateful but the cynic in me wondered if the offer was in any part motivated by the prospect of seeing my beautiful but errant wife up close.

*

Over the next two or three weeks Geoff's prediction proved true as, one by one, several of the colleagues who had mocked me now sought me out to apologise for their behaviour, saying they had got caught up in the general frenzy. Life at home also greatly improved in that our sex life and general affection for each other returned to what it used to be. We never alluded to the incident on the plane, almost giving the impression that it had disappeared from both our minds. However; that was far from true because I secretly spent many hours on the internet researching both the man who seduced my wife and the word 'cuckold'. 

There were many references to him and the information gleaned included the fact that he was regarded as the last of the old style hell raisers. It also seemed that he ranked high on the all time list of well endowed stars and was classed as almost being on a par with Burt Lancaster and Warren Beatty. He also owned an impressive villa on the private island of Mustique in the Caribbean, where he regularly indulged himself by entertaining groups of six females in four or five day orgies, with him being the sole recipient of their combined sexual expertise. 

One entry I found was in the form of a blog and gave a personal account of a visit to his famous bedroom in the island villa. An extract from her entry reads, 'I was eager to claim the scoop of describing the inside of that famous bedroom from personal experience, so by dint of subterfuge and trickery managed to secure an invite, which resulted in me waiting on the key side with five other eager nymphets. The room was even more fabulous than I had been led to expect and I would have no hesitation in saying that it deserves to be classified as the eighth wonder of the modern world. It was large and circular with one whole semi-circle of wall looking out on a panorama of blue ocean only yards away. The corresponding wall was completely mirrored, floor to ceiling as was the ceiling itself and even the seascape wall could change to mirrors at the turn of a switch, should it be desired to exclude all awareness of the world outside.

The interior of the room roughly followed that of the female body with two large circular beds placed towards one side, side by side but spaced well apart, (one water filled, the other revolving), and in the appropriate position at the other end of the room was situated a large Jacuzzi. Occupying the four corners of a theoretical square, were four round plinths and upon each could be seen the hologram of a completely naked female dancing in what can only be described as a lewd manner. Their bodies were the ultimate in perfection and they looked so believable that it was possible to approach within touching distance and still be convinced that they were real. Scattered around there were various items of what can be described as bondage equipment, but I'm not sorry to say that I did not see any being demonstrated. Finally, I know you will be eager to hear if I was favoured with the reputed special personal hospitality of the host but a girl really does deserve to keep some secrets.'

On the cuckold front, I discovered two main sites dealing with the fetish but could not understand why the members of both were so preoccupied with black men. I also got the impression that cuckolds tended to split into two main categories with a fairly sharp division between them. The first had very tempting elements but I found the second rather frightening due to the increased levels of denial and humiliation. Beginners tended to cluster in the first group but I could not grasp whether it was possible to stay there or whether some degree of progression was inevitable. 

*

Around six weeks later when Cathie was opening the morning mail she suddenly said, "I've got a letter from Jerry."

"What does that bastard want," I snapped immediately hostile."

"He's actually offering us both a free two week, all expenses paid holiday at his private villa on the island of Mustique."

"It's just a trick to get his hands on you again," I said scathingly.

"No it isn't," Cathie insisted, "Listen to what he wrote. 'I want to make amends for the embarrassment caused to you and your husband. You must not feel obligated because the air fair is only a trifle and you will actually doing me a favour because I will be on location filming in Morocco for the duration of your stay and you will effectively be house sitting the old place for me while I am away.' That sounds like no strings to me."

"When?"

"He says the end of next month. It works out just right because I will have accumulated more days off by then and I know you started a new holiday allocation with your promotion."

"Do you want to go?"

"It's just too good to miss. We can use his launch and there will be a car at our disposal. Jerry says we have the full use of the villa except that he asks that we treat his bedroom as out of bounds. He says it is the one with a pentagram on the door."

"It is too good to miss," I agreed. "I was reading that if he wanted to, he could rent out that villa for £20,000 per week."

The weeks passed slowly but as the time finally drew near we were both excited, looking forward to what was bound to be the holiday of a lifetime. It was going to be an experience that I could imagine us one day telling our as yet unborn children about. We flew to the US and there took another flight to the mainland port closest to our destination, where we found the promised big fast launch waiting to take us to the island. That trip took a little over an hour but as the captain cut the engine to allow the boat to drift in to the dock we had an unexpected and unwelcome surprise when we saw the unmistakable tall figure of Jerry striding purposefully down the jetty towards us.

Seeing the unhappy expression on my face, Jerry held up his hands in a placatory gesture and quickly explained, "No trick, you have my word. The plain fact is that the Morocco film has been scrapped and I'm temporarily unemployed. I thought of letting you know but there seemed no point in disappointing you. Look I will be on the premises during part of your holiday but you needn't ever see me. I'll stick to my promise, treat the house as yours for the next two weeks and I'll make sure to stay out of your way. As I'm here I might as well get you settled in and show you what's what but then I'll disappear. 

The first five days were idyllic, spent in the true lap of luxury with the perfect holiday climate as a bonus. True to his word, Jerry stayed well out of our way and we only caught a glimpse of him twice. Once we passed him in the big hall as he set out for the day, when he gave a cheery wave but didn't speak and the next day, again as I entered the hall, I caught sight of his naked rear view as he bounded athletically up the main stairs.

A couple of nights later we encountered him on the stairs as we made out way up to bed. It was a classical staircase with a broad flight up to a small landing where the stair split in two and folded back on both sides. A very large spot lit oil painting of a voluptuous naked female hung on the wall facing as you went up, with that light providing adequate illumination for the rest of the stairs. When we were about half way up the lower flight, Jerry coming down, suddenly seemed to materialise on the landing, where he halted caught in the beam of the spot.

He was completely naked. I couldn't look anywhere but at his huge cock which was hanging down long, thick and uncut, seeming from my lower perspective to reach down almost to his knees. Completely unabashed by his state of undress, he said cheerfully, "I was hoping to catch you to ask how you are enjoying yourselves so far." 

"It has been very nice," Cathie told him politely but I did not speak. My eyes remained riveted on his oversized organ, and even as I watched it began to twitch and stiffen.

Looking at me, Jerry grinned and said, "You must excuse the beast. He is remembering that special time in your lovely wife's hot wet mouth and, being a beast, he assumes that he will be enjoying that pleasure again. I shall have to beat him severely to make him understand that he mustn't take anything for granted."

I failed to appreciate the obvious intended humour of the remark but a glance at my wife showed she had a smile on her face. Jerry then stood aside to let us pass but as we drew level he said, "I'm going to be around all day tomorrow, so I can give you a conducted tour of my bedroom if you like. Don't decide now, but if you are interested, be in the hall during the afternoon, lets say three o'clock." 

We hurried to our room and threw off our scant items of clothing with a sense of urgency. In all my time with Cathie I had never known her so aroused and passionate at the start of a love making session. If her hunger had been for food I would have described her as ravenous. I certainly wasn't grumbling and afterwards would have no hesitation in declaring the sex to have been the best ever.

Next morning we discussed the bedroom tour offer for the first time, after I asked if we would be in the hall at 3 p.m.

"I don't think it would be a good idea," my wife answered, shaking her head.

"Why not? I must admit that I'm a bit curious," I said. "A woman writing on the Internet says that this bedroom should be declared to be the eighth wonder of the modern world."

"I'm curious as well but don't you think that the words 'spider' and 'fly' rather jump to mind." 

"I think you're being a bit over cautious," I said, "I mean he's not likely to leap on you and rape you. I don't see why we can't have a quick look round and then make our excuses and leave."

"OK we'll accept his offer but on your head be it," Cathie said in a resigned tone. "If anything happens this afternoon you'll have no-one but yourself to blame."

"Nothing will happen," I told her confidently.

At the appointed time we made our way to the big hall. Cathie was wearing her bikini but covered with a semi transparent skirt split down the middle and a bolero style jacket of the same flimsy material. I would have preferred her to wear flip flop beach shoes rather than the high heeled sandals she decided on but I kept my opinion to myself. My attire was simply a pair of loose fitting shorts that reached some four inches below the knee.

When he appeared at the top of the stairs, we saw that Jerry had also chosen to dress for the occasion. While his torso was still bare he was wearing a pair of close fitting cotton slacks, but the way that the shape his huge organ was plainly discernable though the thin material, he might as well have been naked.

After an exchange of pleasantries we followed Jerry to that enigmatic bedroom door. When inside, at first I though there were people already there but then realised that I was seeing the holograms I had read about. Even close up the dancing girls appeared real with each one being a mouth-watering example of nubile pulchritude and it was sobering to think that Jerry would have enjoyed the pleasure of fucking them all.

I have already mentioned the panoramic sea view out of the long curved window, the impressive mirrored wall and ceiling and the decadent Jacuzzi but what really drew my attention were the various items of BDSM equipment dotted about the large room. As we drew near to one particularly impressive piece I asked how it was used. Taking his attention away from Cathie, Jerry offered to demonstrate if I was willing to play guinea pig. 




Mile High Club



"I'm game," I said stepping forward, pleased that at least he was no longer lightly stroking my wife's bare shoulders.

The item was circular and raised about a foot off the ground, similar to the hologram plinths but with a metal beam sticking up at the back to which were affixed various attachments. Following his instruction I stepped up and stood with my back to the beam, to immediately feel restraints snapped round both my ankles. He then swung down two side pieces, like the arms of an office chair and after I had obligingly rested my arms upon them, my wrists were similarly secured. Jerry then stepped up behind me to demonstrate how a mask could fold down to provide an effective blind fold and then head phones were moved over my ears. "They transmit either music or white noise," Jerry explained as he folded them back. Finally he showed that there was also an uncomfortable looking ball gag but he didn't put that in place and I joined in his laughter when he quipped, "That comes in useful when the victim whines too much. "

The big man stepped down and I waited to be released but instead, turning to face my wife Jerry said confidently, "Now that I have ensured there will be no interruptions, how would you like to carry on from where we stopped on the plane, lovely creature?"

"You know I'd like that very much but I'm certainly not going to in front of my husband. He's not asleep now."

"That is a great pity because your husband wants you to and he's going to be very disappointed." 

Cathie gave a scathing laugh. "And how did you manage to come to that conclusion?"

Jerry was unabashed. "Easy. In this situation, only a fool would have allowed himself to be incapacitated so easily unless he had a secret reason. If I had made my proposition with him at liberty, a sense of honour would have made him protest and even try to physically stop you but this way; he is able to let matters take their inevitable course without any feelings of guilt."

I tried to shout out that he was wrong but a panic induced constriction of the throat prevented me from emitting any kind of noise. Even so there was still hope because my wife was shaking her head and saying, "I'm not at all sure that I can believe that."

"I can prove what I say with a way that is far more accurate than any lie detector," Jerry declared confidently. After she agreed to the test, he manoeuvred Cathy until they were standing side by side with their backs to me then instructed, "Reach out your hand and stroke my cock exactly as you did on the plane. Now wouldn't you agree that if John hates what is happening then his penis will remain limp but that if he is visibly aroused then he wants you to carry on."

The moment that I saw my wife's small hand cross the gap between them I felt my cock leap into instant stiffness but still hoped that the comparative shortness of my dick and the bagginess of the shorts might yet conceal my state of arousal. Unfortunately when glancing down even I could see an unmistakeable pronounced tenting on the front of my shorts and cursed my perverse penis for choosing that particular moment to swell to it's greatest ever size.

When they both turned to test the result, I'm sure that I saw a small smile flit across my wife's face but Jerry was already saying triumphantly, "Case proved. Now I want you to go to your husband and release his small miniature beastie, give it a quick kiss on the end and then come back here and wrap your soft lips round a real cock for a change."

Without need for further urging Cathie walked forward to quickly undo both my zip and belt, allowing the shorts to fall until halted around the knees by my spread legs. Following instructions exactly, she then tipped up my dick using only one finger and did a light fairy kiss on the end. Looking up she paused for a long moment with a look of unmistakeable defiance on her face before turning abruptly and walking back to sink to her knees in front of Jerry. I think he must have been wearing male stripper's trousers because suddenly they were gone and his huge rampant organ was sticking out horizontally waiting to be adored. 

The ball gag was not in my mouth so I'll never understand why I didn't call out in protest, to shout that, despite apparent signs to the contrary this wasn't what I wanted, but I seemed to have been struck totally dumb. Maybe it was fear of the gag or perhaps I had always felt that this situation was inevitable ever since the incident on the plane. 

I settled to watch her greedily sucking his cock but it soon became easy to see that for both of them this was only an appetiser and soon Jerry was urging her to her feet. Turning her pointed across the room and asked, "Which bed do you prefer, the water one or my revolving special, that one vibrates as well by the way. You choose?" 

They started slowly walking away arm in arm and although resigned I started looking for elements of consolation and an immediate thought was that both beds were a long way away from my position. Although I was going to have to witness my lovely wife being seduced by another man, at least I wouldn't be close enough to see details and certainly not close enough to overhear what they might say to each other. Unfortunately those hopes were immediately dashed when amazingly the plinth on which I stood suddenly came to life and started to trundle slowly after the already amorous pair. 

They reached the revolving bed and stood kissing, I suspect that Jerry was deliberately making time for me to catch up. As my movable plinth came to a halt, Jerry started removing her outer coverings, quickly followed by the two parts of her bikini, reducing Cathie to the same naked state as himself, apart from her high heeled shoes. As I would have done, once her gorgeous full breasts were revealed, he was unable to keep his mouth away from them. There followed several minutes of meticulous oral ministrations, during which he made time to give each nipple equal attention, eliciting a series of moans and sighs in the process.

Suddenly, placing an arm under both of Cathie's legs, Jerry lifted her bodily to deposit her gently on the bed. My wife's legs seemed to spread automatically and he knelt and paused for a moment, gazing at her in apparent homage and I realised that this was the first moment that he had enjoyed a clear view of her tempting pussy. "You have no idea how much I longed to do this on the plane," he whispered quietly. 

His head moved forward and I could hear rather than see his eager tongue at work. I had always regarded this act as being my main area of expertise but he quickly gave her a bigger orgasm than I have ever managed, in fact there were two when I seldom managed more than the one. Now when watching porn, I always considered myself to be a voyeur because, although I loved viewing , I had little desire to personally do those things with the raunchy females shown on film. On that level, I felt OK because I could watch what was happening now quite easily, even with a large degree of arousal but I wasn't at all sure how I would feel when he started to put his huge cock inside her. 

I didn't have to remain in doubt for long. Jerry joined her on the bed and manoeuvred until his body hovered over her, upon which in her eagerness, Cathie reached out and grasped his cock to guide it inside her wet cunt. I don't know if it was his saliva or her state of arousal, but I could see that 'wet' was the operative word, when that huge organ slid in smoothly right up to the hilt and for a moment I feared that he had seriously hurt her when my wife's throat gave vent to a long shuddering cry. 

For more than two hours I had to watch a sustained demonstration of powerful rampant fucking, interspersed with brief periods of more leisurely activity. During that time they went through a range of positions from missionary, through doggie and including Cathie bouncing enthusiastically up and down on his turgid organ. I know that he ejaculated inside her twice but I lost count of the number of powerful orgasms that she enjoyed and there were times when she seemed almost delirious with pleasure. I didn't want to watch and tried shutting my eyes but that was impossible to maintain and I think I would have needed to be able to shut my ears as well for any hope of success. To complete the torment, at one point Jerry 'thoughtfully' started the bed slowly revolving, this ensuring that I was able to view the tableau from every possible angle.

Eventually they stopped, got off the bed and came to stand in front of me. Disgustingly Cathie had a glob of cum slowly trickling down the inside of her thigh and understandably she seemed to have difficulty looking towards my face. I noted these facts but at that time my cock was a rigid bar of red hot agony and all I could think of was being released from my bonds so that I could seek another form of release.

"OK, you've had your fun now set me free," I snarled at him.

Jerry smiled confidently at me and said, "In a moment my friend but there is one last detail to take care of first." As he spoke he knelt and extracted what looked like a bag of frozen peas from an opening at the base of my plinth. Tossing them to Cathie he instructed, "Hold these against your husband's groin for a couple of minutes Sweetheart, you'll soon understand why." 

Like a robot, my loving wife quickly moved to obey and the frigid package against my overheated balls and cock immediately caused my eyes to stream with tears. When my vision cleared Jerry was holding a chastity device which he quickly snapped in place before turning to almost ceremoniously hang a small chain and key round my wife's neck. I think that I must have been a bit bemused at that moment because almost without me realising it, Jerry had stepped up and efficiently released my bonds. Due to stiffness in my legs I almost fell when stepping off the plinth and as I was trying to get movement into limbs, Jerry was standing with his back to me talking quietly to Cathie.

We walked back to our room with my wife still naked. On the way she took hold of my hand but I refused to return any pressure and immediately we were inside the room she asked, "Are you alright?" 

"I don't understand how you could give yourself to him so completely, especially right in front of me," I said reproachfully.

"I really did think it was what you wanted," she replied looking genuinely surprised.

"Don't tell me you fell for his pseudo psychology mumbo jumbo."

"No I suspected long before we got here, right from the moment when the letter arrived in fact. Characters like Jerry don't make amends and he certainly didn't earn the reputation he's got by making amends to people he's wronged so I knew that he was certain to put in an appearance at some point in the holiday. I realised from the start that the whole deal was to give him another crack at me. I thought you must realise that as well and if you didn't then you damn well should have done. My wife paused, "Actually that last bit isn't true, what I really believed was that you did realise it was a trick but hoped that I didn't."

"Whatever made you think I thought like that?" I asked mystified.

Cathie gave this some thought and then said, "I expected you to be more jealous and upset about what happened on the plane but mainly it was talking with a couple of the girls at work. They claim that a surprising number of husbands actually want their wives to have sex with other men and they insisted that you were probably secretly excited about me blowing Jerry. One of the girls, Teresa, says her husband has been pestering her to have a lover for the past three years."

"And has she?"

"Yes, but she hasn't told him yet," Cathie told me with a grin. 

**

I waited expectedly. "Well are you going to release me from this stupid gadget or not?"

Cathie didn't move. "No, I'm not going to unlock you until Jerry says that I can."

"I'm your bloody husband not him."

She reached out a hand and laid it gently on top of mine. "John, I love you as much as I ever did but that has nothing to do with this situation. Remember that I didn't want to visit his bedroom and that was because I knew if I did, somehow or other he was going to end up fucking me. Well you insisted, he has and it was wonderful. I never imagined that sex could feel so good and I want more, a lot more."

"What exactly are you telling me?" I asked, unable to accept what her words very obviously implied.

"I know that I'm never going to experience sex this good again, so during the remaining days of our holiday I intend to fuck Jerry at every opportunity," Cathie told me bluntly.

"I can accept that you've got yourself a bit besotted with him, but I don't see why I have to keep wearing this thing," I said reasonably.

"Jerry threatened if I remove your chastity device then it will be game over and I don't want that. It would be a lot better if you were secretly enjoying it too but it doesn't change anything that you don't because I want to play this thing through to the end."

"OK, I said bargaining, "Tomorrow and for the rest of the holiday, you go to him and I'll stay here while he fucks your brains out. If there's no risk of me interfering then I won't need this thing on to restrain me."

"Sorry love, he wants you involved. For some reason he's made you an essential part of the deal. "

I won't talk about the sexual activity for the rest of the holiday because it was multiple repeats of what I have already described except for the addition of anal to the menu and that was something that she and I had never tried. It seemed that what Jerry wanted Jerry got. There were afternoon and evening sessions, always with me in attendance but no longer constrained. It seemed that his idea was to make me into a humiliated servant but I got a measure of satisfaction from refusing his orders, having realised that there was no further sanction he could impose on me. The only order that I did obey was licking her pussy to get her ready for him and I admit to doing the same when she was full of his cum but I resolutely refused to even touch his cock.

When we were together, Cathie tried to soothe me, constantly declaring her love for me and promising to make it all up to me when we got back home. Sleep provided my only escape from that mental hell and I spent most mornings comatose in bed having over imbibed on the plentiful alcohol the previous evening. I said very little, working on the basis that, as so much damage had been done already, my best course of action was to grit my teeth and wait until the ordeal was over.

On that last morning with our bags packed and just prior to making our way to the quay, Cathie took her key and finally released me from that accursed device, "He just wanted to make sure that you couldn't fuck me while I was going with him," she explained apologetically. We left both the cage and key lying on the bed. 

As we were about to go aboard the launch, Jerry appeared and grabbed Cathie for a last embrace and on releasing her he turned and stuck out his hand to me. I ignored the proffered palm but would probably have gone through the motions of politeness had he managed to keep that smirk from his face.

During the days that I had been sexually restricted I consoled myself with thought of suing for divorce the moment we were home. I had forgiven the airplane incident and could also have forgiven the fact that she submitted so completely to Jerry on the island but I couldn't understand how she apparently thought so little of me that she had willingly kept me dancing to his perverted tune. 

On the flight home I couldn't see how our marriage could ever be the same and had at one moment seriously and calmly decided that my best option was to walk away but then, glancing at Cathie, I realised that I couldn't possibly find happiness without her in my life. The question was whether I could recapture happiness even if we stayed married. During the flight Cathie had said very little, but once home she must have rediscovered her rational head because she couldn't apologise more. She repeatedly said how sorry she was for the way she'd behaved and how it must have hurt me but could only offer the excuse that proximity to Jerry must have some dire effect on her brain. In tears she said, "Each day I decided to release you and come home but every time the temptation to go with Jerry one last time was too powerful to resist. If you had seemed to mind a bit more it wouldn't have been so easy to continue."

This I could partly understand. It was obviously become seriously addicted to the man and that made her actions little different from the junkie robbing his family and friends just to secure the price of the next fix. I reasoned that if her sexual involvement with the dissolute star was a mental aberration over which she had no control and one which was unlikely to be repeated then I could see a basis for staying together. I must stress that this was not a single clear cut decision because I vacillated back and forth depending on mood and even time of day. 

As the weeks past the events on the island seemed to recede into the past and we did manage to resume most of our old life. There was genuine love and affection between us which seemed unaffected by what had happened. Life became good again but I refused to become complacent because, having seen how she reacted to a large cock, I thought it inevitable that she would start to hanker to experience something similar at some time in the future. However, if that unwelcome event did happen, I was resolved that it really would be the end. 

There is one small punch line still to tell. Two days after our arrival home, I answered the doorbell to find one of the reporters we had dealt with after the airplane incident standing on the doorstep. Somehow he knew exactly where we had been. He asked if we had enjoyed our holiday on the island to which I answered in the affirmative but then, with a knowing look in his eye, he asked how Jerry had behaved himself. I was dying to tell the truth but realised that it could only enhance his reputation but would cause further irreparable damage to mine, so biting my tongue I replied, "He was a perfect gentleman"



Mile HIgh Club



Note: This makes reference to the story Chance Encounter.



The most amazing, erotic thing happened today at work. I am a flight attendant. It was the last flight of the day. The flight was pretty empty, but there was one couple that were late additions, they had been bumped from another flight. They were a cute couple, probably in their mid thirties. He was wearing some 501s and a V neck t-shirt, and she had a t-shirt and skirt on.They sat near the rear of the plane. People either do that because they want to be near the bathroom, or they want privacy. The whole back half of the plane was empty. As the plane taxied out, they were chatting and laughing about something. I went to my station for takeoff, then got up to get drink orders. I had 3 passengers in my section. The couple in the back, and businessman sitting in the exit row, about as far away as he could be and still be in my section. When I got up to get drink orders the couple was covered up by a big jacket and making out. They stopped when I walked by and just grinned. Only the businessman wanted a drink. After I dropped his drink off headed back to my seat in the aft section of the plane. The couple still covered up by the jacket, and just grinning at each other. I stopped to ask if they wanted anything, and asked what their trip was for. Just as I asked the question I realized she was giving him a handjob under the jacket. I managed to stammer out the end of my question, and he enthusiastically replied sex.. Then they both started grinning.

I was a bit intrigued. I told them if they wanted me to stay and chat she would have to button his jeans back up. They grinned and said okay. I was a little relieved, that was one mess I did not want to clean up.

"So, your trip? "I asked.

This time she replied and explained they we were meeting one of his old college friends for threesome

"Golf?" I asked.

Once again, he replied by saying sex.

Now I was really intrigued. They were certainly good looking enough to be porn starts, but that did not have enough tattoos and piercings for that. I told them the drinks were on me if they would tell me the rest of the story. He wanted vodka, she wanted Jack and Coke. I quickly returned with the drinks.

"I have to admit, I have thought about that, but I will probably never do it. Was this the first time you tried something like this?" I asked, trying not to blush.

He replied, grinning " Third time in a month." 

She replied " Third time ever. It's weird, we did it once, and then it just kept happening over and over."

The thought of being her, with this guy.. and if he friend as anywhere near as hot. That would be something to dream about.

They launched into their tale. Turns out the guy was pretty hot as well. He was a little shorter than Frank, and had darker, longer hair.They started off with some kind of stripping game that resulting in all of them being naked pretty quickly. Then the guys tied her up and she watched while they made out. Apparently she talked them into it. She was attractive enough that I imagine she could have talked them into anything. The more I listened to her, the more I could see it happening. Then she had sex with each of the guys while to other one watched. I always thought being watched would be creepy. The way they described it sounded pretty hot. And she had an orgasm with both of them. The expression on my face was a combination of disbelief and jealousy.

They asked me if I had any mile high club stories. I didn't. Most of the time planes were too full, and the bathrooms were way too small. I had idea.

"How would you like to be my first mile high club story. There's nobody in the Galley, and nobody is sitting close enough to hear you. We have about 15 minutes before we start preparing to land. I can give you five or ten minutes," I said.

They wanted to go for it. I walked them back to the galley, and turned on the Lavatory occupied light. There was not much space, but compared the the bathroom ( or the cockpit ) it was spacious. As I stepped out I said I might peak in to check on them, just to make sure nothing had gone wrong. They were already making out as I pulled the curtain. I checked on the other passenger and tried to look busy, but I was dying to to my first check. I decided it had been long enough. I pulled the curtain back just a bit and looked in. She was standing on my seat, shirt pulled up, with her hands on her breasts. He was in front of her, shirtless, with his head between her legs. His hands were braced against the back wall. They did not even notice me. I made the rounds again, then went back to check again. She was leaning against the side door of the plane looking out the window bent over as he fucked her from behind. His pants were around his ankles, his hands were on her hips and he was banging her like there was no tomorrow. I sat down, tired of walking around. I looked at my watch. We were about to start the landing drill. I had to get them back in their seats. This time I poked my head through the curtain to tell them they were out of time. This time he sitting in my seat ( but on his jacket, how considerate ), pants still around his ankles. She was in his lap, facing him, riding his cock. I could tell by the look on her face she was having an orgasm. I felt bad, but if they were not in their seats another crew member would come back here.

"Please return your sex partner to a full upright and locked positions, and stow your junk for landing.." I said in my most official flight crew voice.

She moved like some kind of sex ninja. She climbed out of his lap, and kneeled before him, taking his dick in her mouth, stroking it with her hand. Seconds later he grunted and I guess came in her mouth. In almost the same motion pulled his pants up and started fastening them. It appeared he wasn't wearing underwear. By the time he had his t-shirt back on she was had her clothes on. All she had was the skirt and shirt, no bra, no panties.

She turned to leave I noticed a little of his come was on her lip. I started to point to my on lip, trying to think of a polite way to tell her about it. Then, I don't know what came over me. I pressed my lips to her, licking it off, then sliding my tongue into her mouth. Franks huge grin got even bigger.

"Something to remember me by," I told them. I hope they remember me , I will never forget them.

The returned to their seats, buckled in, and nobody was the wiser.



Mile High Club



They called my flight over the loud speaker... "Flight KL222 to Kuala Lumpur is now boarding through gate 14. Please have your passport and ticket out ready for inspection." I was heading over to KL for a conference. I was a bit nervous, as I didn't know anyone else who was going, so I was going to be in a foreign country by myself. As I joined the queue to board, I though I saw a familiar face of a handsome man I once knew, who I hadn't seen in years. There queue was moving through the gates quickly, and with so many people in front of me, I couldn't spot my mysterious guy again. I thought maybe I'd imagined it... until I was making my way along the aisle of the plane to my seat, 36A, a window seat, right at the back of the plane... Then I saw him. 

Fussing around with his bag in the over head locker.. there he was. He was just as gorgeous as I remembered. I wondered if he remembered me? He looked even better than I remember- very toned and fit...I recalled a mutual friend vaguely mentioned that he was now doing Iron Man comps... well they suited him nicely. Nothing had ever happened between us before, but there were always sparks... and sexual tension... and a lot of it. As I approached my row, he ventured to sit down in his seat. In my row. 36B. Coincidence? Or fate? I half waved and smiled at him as he looked up to inspect who he was going to be stuck next to on this long international flight. As our eyes met, and he registered who I was, he nervously tried to stand up out of his seat... With his seatbelt still done up. We both laughed as he unbuckled and let me through to my seat. 

As he settled back into his seat, his leg pressed up against mine. Straight away I knew the tension was still between us. Small talk kept us going until they closed the doors of the plane and we began to taxi to take off. It was just us two in the row, the third seat was empty. He explained he was heading over for a business meeting in KL, only staying a few days before heading home again. His company had put him up in a nice hotel, the Shangri-La. Why did that name sound so familiar?? Then it hit me, I'm sure that was where I was staying... where my conference was. Wow. This conference might end up better than I thought!

He explained he had some work to do on his laptop that he needed to get out the way. So I settled down to watch a movie. I was a little cold, so I asked the air-hostess for a blanket. She gave me two, so I offered one to him. He accepted and we draped the blankets over our legs. I was so tired, I must have drifted off to sleep during my movie, I woke up and found his leg pressed up against mine... harder, and more deliberate this time... I gazed over and his eyes were closed. Damn... I had to go to the loo, but I didn't want to wake him up. I got up, faced the front on the plane and stepped one leg over his knees, gripping the seat in front of him, so I didn't fall back onto his lap. As I was awkwardly lifting up my second leg to navigate over him, the plane shook through turbulence and I landed, seated on his lap, as he jerked awake. As I sat there, mortified... I could feel his erection through my skirt. Fuck that's hot. I quickly got up and ran to the toilet as I felt my cheeks flush pink. 

I came back to find him out of his seat, (stretching his legs, he said) to allow me easy access back to my seat. He followed me back down the row and we re-arranged the blankets back over us. This time his hand came to rest on my bare thigh. A few moments passed... maybe he was gauging what my reaction would be. It felt comfortable with him. The plane lights dimmed, it was night time. 

We continued talking and then decided to watch a movie together... sharing a pair of earphones. I could feel his eyes flicker over my breasts. I had worn a low cut top with my skirt as I knew KL was going to be warm. I caught his eyes and smiled. He lifted up the armrest between us, and snuggled a bit closer. My heart was racing with excitement. His hand was warm on my thigh. He moved it ever so slowly towards my upper, inner thigh... and paused again. I returned the gesture, by placing my hand under the blanket and rested on his inner thigh. Cheekily, I let my fingers wander... I could feel how hard he was... it was such a turn on. 

His eyes closed in relaxtion as my hand cupped his hard cock, through his pants. His fingers brushed over the top of my panties, making me shiver. I felt his finger push aside my lacey, black panties as he felt how wet I was... I quietly unzipped his fly, dove my hand inside his briefs and grasped his shaft and he slid 2 fingers inside me. 'Mmm' I moaned as he worked them in and out...he looked at me, and brought a finger to his lips, as if to shush me... I had momentarily forgotten we were surround by people. Then he kissed me... so passionately... his tongue found mine... I gently sucked his bottom lip as we separated. Ensuring the blanket was covering us well, I tightened my grip around him. He was pulsing with excitement as I pulled on his cock. His fingers were sliding in and out of me so easily... I was hungry for more. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear... "meet me in the loo on the left in 2 minutes?" he nodded and I got up again. This time as I climbed over him, I face him. I put my boobs at his eye level as I passed over him, and I felt his eyes follow me. 

After waiting silently in the cubicle (for the longest 2 minutes of my life), hoping the air hostesses wouldn't notice 2 people entering the same loo...the handle moved... he swiftly stepped into the room and latched the door. I knelt down on the floor in front of him, pulled down his pants... and grabbed his hard cock again. I looked up at him, and I took the tip into my mouth and teased him with my tongue. He closed his eyes, lolled his head back slightly and wrapped one hand around my head and pushed himself deeper into my mouth. I could take all of him in my mouth... As I moved back and forth, I was getting more and more excited...I could feel my pussy pulsing, waiting for relief.

I brought him to the brink of orgasm... then he pulled me back up to standing. Lifted up one of my knees, and rested my ass on the basin. I wrapped my knee around his waist as he thrust his hard, throbbing cock into my warm pussy... I was so wet he slid in so easily...yet it was a tight fit. I started to moan and he kissed me to keep me quiet... so we could finish without being discovered. His hips moved back and forth so gracefully and he pounded inside me. He started slow at first... so I could feel every centimeter of him sliding inside me. Now he was speeding up. He stared into my eyes, asking silently if I was about to orgasm, I quietly moaned 'yes' and his final thrust pushed his cock so deep inside me...I felt little quivers as he exploded deep inside me... and I could feel my body quake with orgasm... our sweaty bodies collapsed against each other. His shirt was soaked through. He wrapped me up in a tight bear hug then pulled out of me and pulled up his pants. I pulled down my skirt and we snuck back out the door and back to our seats... It seemed we had gotten away with it... no one had noticed. 

We sat back down in our seats and he whispered to me... "I always wanted to be a member of the Mile High Club."



Mile High Club



I was traveling home from a trip to Australia, hours and hours stuck in a plane. I had already seen all the movies, it was night and just about everyone was trying to sleep. I couldn't read my book, every time I put on the light someone would complain. I can't sleep on planes, I'm 6'3", I just can't get comfortable. The flight attendant came by and asked if I needed a pillow, I just told her no Thanks, I can't sleep. She asked if I wanted to come to the back of the plane, she said she would make me a drink and it would give me a chance to stretch my legs.

I agreed, it would be good to get up and move around some. She walked ahead of me, I was glad, it gave me a chance to check out her perfectly shaped ass. I had noticed her when they were serving dinner earlier, she was very friendly, and I thought she was very sexy too. She was Asian, I have always had a thing for Asian chicks. She was about 5'6", cute little boobs, nice smile, and of course that great tight ass.

She asked me what I wanted to drink, I told her coffee would be fine. We started talking, she told me at night on these long flights it was usually boring for however had that shift, everybody is sleeping, so they don't have a lot to do. She asked if I was traveling for business or pleasure? I told her it was all pleasure, I had gone to Australia for a bicycle trip, from Melbourne to Sydney. She thought it sounded like fun. 

She told me her name was Marie, she was from the Philippines, and that she started as a flight attendant about a year ago. She loves to travel, all the Foreign countries that she gets to see. She also loves meeting people from all around the world. 

As she was talking I couldn't help but look her over, up and down. She was really sexy, I was really getting hot for her, but I figured yeah right, that will never happen. I thought that maybe I could try asking here out to see my city when we got to the U.S., I had to give it a try.

Just then we hit some turbulence, and my coffee spilled all over my pants, it's a good thing it had cooled down, but I was soaked. She asked me if I had anything in my carry on that I could change into. I told her I did, she said that I should go into the rest room and she would get my bag for me.

I took off my pants and a few moments later Marie told me she had my bag, I opened the door and she stood there and looked down at my crotch and smiled. She didn't even try to hand my bag over, she just smiled and finally said, "well are you going to invite me in or do I have to stand here waiting."

I couldn't believe my own ears, but I wasn't about to pass up an opportunity like this. She closed the door behind her and made certain it was locked. She told me that this was the first time she had ever done this. She said some of the other flight attendants told her that they had done it, so she figured she would try it.

I started by kissing her, she had very soft sweet lips, and reached for the buttons on her jacket. It was very close quarters in the bathroom, but we soon were both naked. I grabbed one of her boobs and sucked it into my mouth, her entire boob fit, and as I pulled off, my lips tightened around her nipple, pulling on it, she moaned her approval. 

While I was sucking on her boobs, she was stroking my hard cock, she knelt down as best as she could and sucked my cock into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around my cockhead and sucked hard. Her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked my cock. Faster and faster, my head was spinning, I wouldn't last much longer and told her I was going to cum. She kept up her pace, and when I blew my load she started swallowing, never slowing down, she sucked my cock dry. It was the best blowjob of my life.

I grabbed her by her hips and lifted her onto the edge of the tiny sink and spread her legs as wide as I could in the tight confines. I dove my tongue right into her bald pussy and started licking her as she held my head tightly in place. I spread her cuntlips apart and jabbed my tongue inside her pussy, licking her until she could stand it no more, she begged for me to fuck her now, she wanted me inside her now.

I was more than willing to oblige her request, I stood up and positioned my cockhead at her opening and eased my cock inside. She was really tight, and oh so wet. She wrapped her legs around my hips as I fucked her. I bent over and sucked her nipples into my lips as my cock continued to pound into her with long hard thrust. She grabbed my buttchecks with her hands and pulled my tighter towards her. I could feel my balls begin to tighten with my approaching orgasm. I told her I was going to cum, she told me not to stop, she was cumming too. I unloaded my sperm deep inside her cunt, when I pulled out our combined juices started dripping out of her pussy onto the floor. 

We quickly got dressed, hoping that no one had overheard what we were doing. She opened the door slowly, one of her co-workers was standing there, she just smiled and said welcome to the club.

I slowly walked back to my seat. About an hour later she came by and served breakfast, she handed me a note, with her phone number, the note said she would be back in my city again next week, with a two day layover. She also mentioned her friend would be joining us too. I can't wait.



Mile High Club



Christy, smiled sweetly as she checked each passengers ticket boarding the late night flight from Brisbane to Wellington, one man in particular caught her eye. He was tall with broad shoulders and a shaved head, he was at least 40 she thought and very well dressed. So far he was the only one seated in business class. His smile stuck in her mind as everyone settled in their seats and the crew went throw the safety talks and then the plane taxied down the runway.

A half hour into the flight everyone seemed to have settled in and were sleeping, Christy slipped into business class to take a peek at the man. He had a brief case open and was reading some papers when she stepped up beside him.

"Could I get you a drink or something sir?" she asked.

"Something else would be nice!" he said looking up and down her body raising his eyebrows.

Kristy felt a moist warm spot in her panties as he throw his pen onto the seats across from her and he then asked her if she could pass it back to him.

She turned around and bent over the armrest to pick it up, his hands grabbed her on the arse and massaged her buttocks throw her skirt. One hand slid down her leg and slowly up the inside of her of her skirt. He drew in a deep breath and was surprised to find she wore thigh high stockings; his hand slid a little higher to find she only wore a g-string. She gasped as his hand rubbed against the outside of her panties and she felt her nipples grow erect. She knew she should stop this but it felt way to good. His fingers were concentrating on her clit and she could not resist the urge to press herself onto his hand.

Her panties soaking wet and her panting madly his hands left her body. She tried to regain her composure as she turned to hand him his pen but he reached up and cupped her breast, pinching her nipples throw her blouse. She thought her legs were going to give up on her from the share pleasure this man was inflicting upon her. He pulled her gently so she was kneeling on the seat next to him. His mouth closed over her still covered breast and he gently bit on her breast. Her hand slid down and rubbed the bulge in his trousers. She could feel his need for release from the confines of his trousers and she slowly undid the fly.

His penis was a good seven inches and had a wide girth. She slid her hand up and down taking in the silky shaft's contours as she did. His teeth dug into her breast a bit harder and she flicked the tip of her finger across the head of his penis. She wanted to taste him so badly.

"You know I could lose my job if we are caught!" She hissed as his hand slid back up her skirt.

"Well then why don't we take this somewhere where we won't be caught." He said.

They rose from the seat and she checked to make sure nobody was watching as she led him down the isle to the toilets. They locked the door and he pressed himself against her kissing her hard. Both his hands worked on undoing the buttons on her blouse while hers worked on his belt buckle. He broke the kiss and his mouth went straight to her breast where he sucked on her nipples one at a time throw her bra. Quickly he pulled the straps from her shoulders not bothering with the clip he pulled it down to expose her large breasts.

"OH fuck lady you have great tits." He moaned into them before taking as much as he could into his mouth. 

Her hands grabbed the back of his smoothly shaven head and she leaned back against the door to steady herself. His hands hitched her skirt up around hips and pushed his hand down the front of her panties to feel her neatly trimmed soaking pussy. 

"MMMMMMMMMMM, that feels nice!" she groaned.

His fingers slipped into the folds of her pussy to rub against her clit, her hips started moving with the pleasure he was inflicting. 

"Your loving this aren't you? Tell me how much you like my fingers on your pussy!" He said as he pushed a finger into her cunt. 

"Yes yes I love your fingers in my pussy." She moaned as he added another finger.

"How would you like me to eat your pussy, yes I am sure you would, your so hot and wet and I want to taste that, now left your leg up on there."

He lifted her leg onto the toilet bowl and knelt down between her open legs, keeping his fingers inside her he flicked his tongue across her clit. Her mussels began to contract immediately in an over powering orgasm and she covered his face with her juices. He licked and sucked her throw another orgasm before pulling his fingers out and standing up.

He lent against the sink as she dropped to her knees and licked the pre cum off the head and then flicked her tongue over the head of his 7-inch cock. Slowly she took him in her mouth and sucked up and down his shaft 

"OH YEAH, SUCK MY COCK!" he hissed. She increased the depth and speed of her sucking so that his cock was deep in her throat. His guided her depth with his fingers tangled in her hair. She could tell it was not going to be long before he cum and she sucked faster and faster. "YES BABY YES OH YES I am going to fill your throat with my cum and you are going to swallow the lot."

She swallowed as fast as she could but there was just to much and it spilled out the corners of her mouth and dripped down onto her breasts. His hands reached down and massaged the thick liquid over her nipples.

He pulled her to her feet and spun her around and bent her over the toilet seat, his cock still hard he entered her in one thrust. She pushed back hard against him and she could feel another orgasm building. One hand reached up and was squeezing and pulling on her nipples one at a time, while the other reached around to pinch and rub her clit.

"OH FUCK ME FUCK ME HARD. YES OH GOD YES I AM CUMMING." She moaned. Never before had she felt anything like this, nobody had ever made her cum the way she was right now.

"Lady you got one tight pussy there. Oh yes it feels real nice. You are one good fuck, oh yeah I love a nice tight pussy. Oh yeah here I cum, I am going to blow my load right up the fucking delicious cunt of yours." His breathing was ragged and he rammed his cock in her fast and hard. He felt her mussels grab his cock and milk him for all he was worth, it was too much for him and he blew stream after stream of hot cock juice into her. He clasped onto her back, while they both caught their breath then redressed and composed themselves.

Kristy stepped back through the curtains into the staff quarters of the plane and quickly touched up her make up and straightened her hair before returning to the economy cabin. Pam, her friend and co-worker gave her a wink but no words were spoken between the two.

The flight went well and now the passengers were disembarking in Wellington, the man from business class was last to leave the plane.

"Thanks darl, you were great, see you again." He winked as he walked past her. A pink glow rose up her neck and cheeks.

"Bye John." called Pam as Kristy's husband disappeared down the walkway to the customs lounge.



Mile High Club



It has been a long trip, but you are rested, finally and looking forward to getting home. You board the plane and settle into first class. The take off goes without a flaw and you are headed back to reality. Just across from you ,you see two long shapely legs crossed and the few wispy strands of dark brown curls belonging to...who knows, but you are enjoying fantasizing about the possibilities. 

Just then, she stands up. As she takes her coat from her seat and reaches overhead you have to rearrange yourself in your seat to accommodate the rising interest between your legs as she stretches and unlocks the overhead baggage compartment and stuffs her coat in. She is about 5 foot 7, chestnut brown curls, voluminous body and a way of carrying herself that proves, she knows exactly how to tease without being flamboyant. 

Wearing a long gray skirt, which hugs a very nice round set of hips and is slit right up to the upper thigh, a crisp white silk blouse that hangs open and reveals cleavage any woman would pay for and any man who die to bury his face in. Her hair is piled high on her head in a very loose twist and hung in a *just crawled out of bed* look that screams...touch me. As she turns to sit down again she looks at you , smiles and winks, at least YOU are sure you saw a wink. 

As she sits down you notice the slit in her skirt as it rides a little higher and the lace tops to her black stockings catch your eye. She purposely reaches down and drags her well manicured hands up her long legs seductively as she looks over at you and bites her bottom lip as if she is struggling to muffle a moan of pleasure behind those red lips. You raise an eyebrow as she pulls her hands up her legs and gets closer to her upper thigh and you nod slightly and sit up straight in hopes of seeing more. 

The flight attendant comes around and whispers something to her and she stands up and then the attendant turns to you and ask if you would mind if this lady sits in the empty seat beside you so they could bring another guest from coach up front. You move your belongings and wave your hand welcoming her. As you stand to allow her to pass in she purposely reaches down and brushes against you and comes so close to licking your lip that you moan our loud. 

The attendant asks if you would like a pillow and a blanket and you say yes and pass a set to the lady sitting next to you and smile...The lights are turned down as it is almost midnight and the two of you settle in without a word and you close your eyes as you can smell the soft smell of almonds coming from your new found seat mate. 

Just as you drift off to sleep you are startled to feel a hand gently touch your hand and you open one eye and see her put one hand to her mouth and whisper with soft pursed lips *shhhhhhhhh*...and she smiles seductively. You turn to the side facing her and watch as she takes your hand slowly , bringing it to her mouth and sucks on it so well you almost explode thinking if she can suck your fingers like this.. what must this vision be like on your aching member? 

Watching her suck on your fingers you look down and see the blanket moving and slowly , with your other hand, you lift it away and watch her undoing her skirt and folding back the wool fabric. Staring at you is the most delicious looking pair of French cut black lace panties and sexiest garters you have ever seen covering the nicest little patch of well trimmed pubic hair ever known to man. 

You pull back your blanket making a little wall of fleece to protect yourselves from the prying eyes of any other passengers who may be awake and she takes your hand and slides it into her panties. You feel her warmth for the first time and groan as she smiles and slides down in her seat with her legs spread wriggling and lifting her hips to accommodate your probing fingers. You slide your fingers into her hot pussy as she grips the seat handles and rides your hand. Her one hand clinging to your arm begging you to make her cummmmm. Her other hand slips into her blouse and you watch as she pulls at her nipples one by one making them grow into hard tall bullet like forms pushing against the smooth silk of her shirt. You pull out of her and un zip your pants as she smiles approvingly at your swollen , sticky cock and leans over as you hold it out for her and she licks the sticky white precum with her tongue and sits back spreading it along her lower lip. She looks over at you and then over the seats and whispers...meet me in the washroom in two minutes and she slides on past you still doing up her skirt. 

Sheepishly you make your way to the washroom hoping no one takes notice of the hardness barely contained by your pants. You open the door slightly and slide in. There she stands with one knee on the counter, the skirt on the floor , that incredible body partly exposed and one hand in her panties. Her other hand slides around your neck and pulls you towards her and she kisses you hard parting your lips with her tongue and pumping your lips with her plump wet snake like tongue. You reach down and fumble with your zipper moaning as your pants fall to the floor and you reach down and lift her onto the counter with her legs spread. She reaches down and holds the elastic leg band of her panties aside as she takes your throbbing cock and gently slides it between her engorged lips and you moan as you feel her tight inner muscles pull you in. 

You slide your hands under her firm round butt and pull her closer as she gasps and wraps her legs around you. She slides her hands into your shirt as you pump her rhythmically and she leans her head in and nibbles playfully on your shoulder as you listen to her quick breaths with each thrust...she leans back and undoes her blouse as you see those tits for the first time through her lace bra, the nipples hard and aching as she reaches into one cup and offers the growing bud to your lips and you take it in your teeth and she arches her back. You feel her juices start to flow as you pull out each time it gets warmer and wetter and she clamps those muscles tighter and tighter, so tight you think you are ripping into a virgin...but you know this vision is far more experienced than a mere virgin. Her nails rip at your shoulder as she shudders and groans. Almost at the same time you explode as you clutch her butt cheeks in your hands and bury your head in her chest and take a deep breath as you erupt flooding her warmth with your hot sticky cream... 

You pull out slowly and she takes you in her hand and wipes you clean with her palm and fingers. you fix your clothes and then help her fix hers kissing her as you rearrange her bra and do up her shirt. She continues teasing you by licking her hand clean and giggling. You do her skirt up for her and she turns to face the tiny mirror as you lean over her shoulder pressing into her. She takes a brush out of her bag and touches up her hair looking at you and smiling seductively. You open the door gently and slide out and return to your seat. 

You pull the blanket up wondering where she has gotten to , but before long you have drifted off to sleep. You are awoken by a gentle tap to your shoulder. It is the stewardess, who says ...Leslie Gains said to say thank you for your pleasant company. You ask with questions in your mind , "Leslie Gains?"...and the stewardess smiles and nods to the seat beside you , "the lady you were chatting with last night...you know ...the Pilots wife"



Mile High Club



I’ve always wanted to join the mile high club. The thought of fast exciting sex at thirty thousand feet makes my blood race. When it finally happened, reality was much better than fantasy. I was on my way to Las Vegas on a much deserved weekend of R&R. While waiting to board at the gate in the airport I had the opportunity to look over the passengers on my evening flight. It’s always been a habit of mine to play little sex scenarios in my mind with the women I see. On this particular evening the red head in the black skirt was looking very enticing. 

Mmmm, the taste of those pouty lips was so delicious and the warmth of her soft, delicate, skin was almost intoxicating. I could just feel her erect nipples through her silk blouse poking into my chest. My erection was making it’s presence known … “Flight 404 now boarding at gate 7.”

Well, back to reality. Let’s see whom I get to share the ride with. As I made my way to my seat, I couldn’t help but notice the incredible rear end on Ms. Black Skirt. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed her sitting in the same row as my assigned seat. As I took my place, next to this gorgeous woman, I could feel and uncomfortable strain in my pants. I smiled and introduced myself. She smiled back with that incredibly sexy mouth and my manhood stirred all the more. The take-off was pretty normal and I carried on a nice conversation with this fine example of womanhood. 

Shortly after the stewardess rolled by with her beverage cart, I broached the subject of the mile high club. She was a bit shocked at the idea but at the same time I noticed a twinkle in her eye, not to mention the rigidity of her nipples clearly visible through her blouse. At what I judged to be the right moment, I excused myself and made my way to the restroom hoping she would follow my lead.

I slipped into the tiny little compartment the hardness in my pants unbearably restrained. After unsuccessfully trying to relieve myself, I knew something had to be done about the raging hard-on I was sporting. I loosened my belt and unbuttoned my pants letting them slip down around my ankles. I was slowly stroking my member, pre-cum generously flowing out of the tip, when I heard the door open. I purposely had left it unlocked in the hope of realizing the fulfillment of my fantasy. “It’s occupied,” I called over my shoulder to ward off any innocent bystanders.

“I know,” the feminine voice responded. My cock leapt in anticipation of what was to follow. She slipped into the tiny little room and this time the door locked. I felt a warm, soft, hand reach around me and gently circle my scrotum with it’s fingernails. I felt a sensation like electricity travel up my spine. I could feel chills all over my body and my cock was aching for attention. Her expert fingers wrapped themselves around it and she began to slowly stroke me. I turned and pulled her hard against me pressing my lips to hers. Her mouth parted and I inserted my tongue. She was tastier than anything I’d had before and she took my tongue into her mouth and wrapped hers around it. I reached for her skirt and pulled it up. I groped for her panties in order to remove them and was very pleasantly surprised to find there weren’t any. I reached both hands around and gripped her butt, squeezing her cheeks while pulling her enticing pussy toward my anxious cock. 

From that position, I couldn’t enter her but the head of my cock parted her luscious slit anyway, leaving me to enjoy the warmth and moisture of her hot pussy. Her clit was very hard. I grabbed my member by the base and rubbed it against her little button. She let out a low moan as I guided her over to the miniscule lavatory. I lifted her up to the sink pressing my cock against the opening of her quivering vagina. As I entered her, the plane hit a small pocket of turbulence forcing me to slide in much harder than I intended. She let out a little whimper but pulled my head hard against her lips, her tongue thrusting wildly into my mouth. I began to push in and out of her in fast hard strokes. I was already past the point of no return and knew my load was coming very soon. I didn’t want to let go until I knew she was satisfied too but I needn’t have worried. Her breath was coming in hard gasps and I could feel the contractions rippling through her vagina. This pushed me over the edge and I could feel squirt after squirt of my cum, making it’s way into her eager orifice.

My knees were weak and I felt like taking the longest nap in history. Without a word, she hopped down, opened the door and was gone. I shook my head, as if trying to wake up. I gathered up my wits, (and my pants) and made my way back to my seat. 

“My, you were gone long,” said Ms. Black Skirt, “Did everything go alright?”

“Better than alright,” I answered, looking at the pretty blonde in the seat behind me. She just smiled a contented smile and gave me a wink.



Mile High Club



I plopped down like a ton of bricks into my seat after stowing my carry on in the overhead compartment. Thank god I was finally on my way. After a few delays, a night spent curled up in the terminal seating, I was finally on a plane ready to take off.

I was headed to my best friends wedding, yeah yeah, I know... always a bridesmaid. The flight would be about 6 hours and I was hoping to sleep for most of it.

I turned my head toward the window to watch the men filling the belly of the plane with various shapes, sizes and colors of baggage as the last of the passengers boarded. I felt more than heard the seat next to mine being occupied and I turned to give the polite smile of greeting to my seat buddy for duration of the flight. 

My eyes met his and I actually faltered. He was sexy as hell. Not good looking in that pretty boy kind of way, but ruggedly handsome. High cheekbones, strong chin and supple lips that I thought would be perfect for long slow wet kisses.

His sexy dark eyes met mine as I took in his light brown shortly cropped hair and million dollar smile. He extended his hand over the empty seat between us and I lifted mine in response as I smiled back. His hand was warm and slightly rough. The hands of a man that worked for a living. When he held mine in his grasp, my whole body seemed electrified for that brief moment. I embarrassed myself a little bit by not letting go right away.

Dear god I need sleep, I thought to myself, Down girl! His hands are turning you on!

He stood to place his coat up and I couldn't help but look. His tight white t-shirt hugged the planes of his chest, showing me the definition underneath. He wore button down faded Levis that fit him like a second skin, I ran my eyes over every last inch of him that I could see. A couple of times. My eyes went back to his face and I felt my skin grow hot as I realized he had seen me staring at his goods.

I almost moaned out loud at the mental picture in my head of him with no shirt and just those jeans on, buttons undone. Yum!

He sat back down and we watched the little live show the stewardesses put on for us, then heard the voice from the scratchy speakers announce it was time to buckle up. 

I made sure my tray table was locked in the upright position and gripped the arm rests for dear life. 

I hate to fly, well not the actual flying part, just the take off and landing part.

After stuffing my stomach back into my middle and hearing the scratchy voice over the speaker again, telling us all was safe. I unbuckled my belt and grabbed the blanket from the empty seat. I gave Mr. Yummy Guy one last smile as I lay my head back against the window and poof...just like that...I was out.

I awoke, not sure how much time had passed. The plane was dark and quiet except for the engines constant hum. 

My head was resting against something much softer than the hard plastic window it had started on and I slowly opened my eyes. 

I was wrapped around Mr. Yummy, my head on his shoulder, one leg thrown over his leg, my hard nipples poking into his forearm. And my hand, dear god my hand was resting on top of his nice big hard cock hiding beneath its denim prison.

I jerked up fast, embarrassed and hoping to hell I hadn't been drooling on his shoulder.

He stopped me, his fingers locking around my wrist. I felt his hips shift, pushing his bulge against the palm of my hand as his deep throaty voice whispered in my ear.

"Don't stop, I was just starting to enjoy that."

I relaxed a bit, my pussy spasming as my hand went back of its own accord to his lap. I pushed the heel of my palm against his cock, loving the little low moan I wrought from him. I let my fingers move up and down his shaft, my head tilting to his in the low light of the plane. 

He kissed me, letting my mouth swallow his low moans of pleasure. I moved my hand up and slipped it into the waistband of his jeans, brushing my fingertips lightly against the head of his cock which was almost poking out the top. I smoothed the wetness I found there over as much of him as I could reach, running my finger around the head until his hips were lifting at a steady rate against my hand.

He pulled the blanket over us as I tugged at the buttons on his jeans. They opened easily and I slipped my hand inside. 

As I closed my hand over his hard cock, I felt his fingers brushing over my knee, and then climbing higher. I spread my legs as far as I could, thanking god I had worn a skirt this morning and not the tight jeans I has originally chosen for the trip.

I started to squeeze the shaft of his cock, moving my hand up and down, slow and smooth. His fingers teased over my panty covered and now very wet pussy then they slipped under the elastic.

I moaned loudly, my lips still on his, my tongue pushing into his mouth as I kissed him hard while his fingers pushed into my sex. He spread me open and started to rhythmically strum my clit. I pushed my hips out, rocking against his hand as my own gripped him tight and traveled faster up and down the length of his cock. 

I cried out into his mouth as I came. My pussy clenching tight as he again pushed his fingers inside me. I moved then, not really caring who saw, pulled the blanket over my head and took his hard cock into my mouth.

He pulled the blanket back to watch my hot, wet mouth travel up and down his shaft. I licked and sucked him like I was frenzied. My head bobbing with my mouth locked tight, my teeth brushing over his shaft.

I watched his face as I took him as far as I could down my throat. He was licking my juices from his fingers as he looked down at me. A slight smile on his face as his hips lifted against my mouth. His hands fisted in my hair to guide me as he started to fuck my mouth, faster and faster. He bit his lips to keep himself quiet, his thrusts slowing between my lips as he pulled my mouth off him.

"God...I need to taste you...I need to be inside you." His words were labored, like he had to force them out between pursed lips. "Now...meet me in the bathroom in a few minutes."

I nodded my head and sat back up, my pussy throbbed as I watched him button his pants again and stand to move down the isle.

I waited, thought about how his cock felt sliding in and out of my mouth, how sweet his pre cum had tasted on my tongue. 

It was the longest 5 minutes of my life.

I stood and walked slowly down the isle, when all I really wanted to do was run.

One door had the light on and the little knob was left open. I slowly opened the door and he was waiting for me. His jeans tugged down to his mid thigh and his cock in his hand.

I pushed in, my body pressed against his in the tight space as he kissed me; his hands running through my hair, then down my body. He moved them over my breasts, pinching my hard nipples through the cotton of my t-shirt before he pulled his mouth from mine and lifted me onto the small sink. He tugged the shirt over my head and latched onto one nipple. I nearly cried out as his warm mouth sucked and nipped at my tender skin. I reached a hand down to stroke his cock as he worked my tits with his mouth. He pulled back and moved to kneel, his large rough hands parting my thighs as his head settled between them.

I gripped the sink for leverage as his tongue came out and tasted me for the first time. I almost came from just that. He slipped it in and out of my folds. Pushing it deep inside me. He flicked over my clit until my whole body moved with him. I held his head to me as my hips lifted and fell, grinding my pussy against his mouth, coating his chin with my juices as I bit my lips to keep quiet and came hard on his moving tongue.

He stood, licking his lips and pulled me roughly toward him. His hands on my hips as his cock slid into my pussy with one deep stroke. I bit into his shoulder, my hands moving beneath his t-shirt. I dug my nails into his back, scratching his back as I kept my face pressed into his shoulder. He pounded his cock into my hard and fast and I started to cry out each time his cock was buried deep. I locked my legs around his slim hips and moved with him, God damn he felt so fucking good I wanted to scream out. I squeezed his cock inside me and tilted my hips, then his hands moved to my breasts and pinched my nipples hard, and I came bucking and writhing as much as I could do in the small space. 

My pussy spasmed around his cock as he drove into me over and over, he pounded into me hard and fast until I felt his cock jump, twitch and pulse as his barley there groan filled the small space around us. He came deep inside me, his whole body tense as he poured himself into my pussy. I squeezed him tight, my muscles milking the length of his cock as he held himself inside me until he was spent.

I reached for him, pulling his head to mine and kissing his mouth slow and sweet, thanking him with that one kiss for the most amazing sexual experience I'd ever had. I groaned as his cock was slowly pulled from my body. I moved to stand, and then a sudden sharp shooting pain traveled down the middle of my back.

I sat straight up, eyes wide open, as the seatbelt dug excruciatingly into my spine. 

I was snuggled in my seat, right next to Mr. Yummy and my movements alerted him to my consciousness. He smiled at me, and leaned over to whisper in my ear, his hot breath teasing over the column of my throat as he took a little nip of my lobe, 'That must have been some dream you just had."

That's when I felt his hand on my bare knee under the blanket. A twinkle lit his brown eyes as he slide it slowly upward, my legs parting of their own volition, until the side of his hand pressed against the wet fabric of my cotton panties...

I smiled back and reached under the blanket for his hand, moving his fingers under the elastic and moaning low in my throat as his fingers met my wet sex. 

"Mmm...Yesss...it was." I half groaned out in a low whisper back, "Should I tell you about it?" I played coy as I moved his fingers through the lips of my soaking pussy, "Or would you like me to show you?"



Mile High Club



Word spread quickly in the small town of Piney Branch, Maryland -- Meredith D. had applied for a passport. It's not an every day occurrence, going down to the local post office to submit an passport application, especially if you've just turned 18 in tidewater Maryland.

All she would say was that she had a new boyfriend that she met on the Internet last year, they kept in touch, and they were going to Europe for the summer, as soon as school let out.

Denis had said, "Keep it simple. Don't give a lot of detail. Don't lie or make up stuff."

The back story is a bit complicated, but I'll try to be brief. Denis Diderot, is a marine biologist. He was doing a project on crabs and oysters in Chesapeake Bay, and one night he wandered over to Piney Branch for dinner. He met Merry's mother in the restaurant lounge and after a two week courtship and much hot sweaty sex, proposed marriage. He was husband number three.

Meredith, her buxom daughter, had just turned 15. She was just starting her Goth phase, her pretty blonde hair dyed jet black, cut spiky, with red streaks -lots of chain and a black dog collar around her neck. Denis fell in love with his pretty daughter immediately. But the marriage to Merry's mom didn't last. Within six months they history.

Diderot kept in touch with his short-term step-daughter, by email and telephone. She related to Diderot her string of boyfriends, and the occasional girl, over the next three years. She frequently made bad choices in men, but Diderot held his tongue and not criticize his step-daughter's choices. Denis Diderot for his part, vowed to fuck his buxom step-daughter as soon as turned 18.

He sent a car for her, all the down to Piney Branch and back, a black Lincoln town car with a driver in uniform. Pretty classy! The ride to Dulles International Airport was just over 100 miles -- two hours and 15 minutes. She was dropped off at the International terminal and that driver helped with her bag.

Denis was waiting inside the terminal. "Daddy," she called out as she ran to him. There first kiss was anything but paternal -- lots of tongue as Merry ground her exceptional tits into her boyfriend's chest.

On the long ride to the airport, Merry decided to fuck her step-father they first chance she got. "He's got to be better then than guys I go down. All they want is for me to their cocks, and fuck me in the ass when I'm the rag," Merry thought to herself.

At the airport, they were a spectacular couple. It wasn't only the difference in their age, but also their appearance. He was in his 50s, about 5'9", 150 pounds. She had just turned 18, only 5'4", but she weighed almost as much as he did. Both were dress in black. He was fit and trim, she was all tits and ass.

Denis was wearing a black Italian T-shirt and black silk trousers, black loafer, no socks. Both his beard and hair were trimmed short, and his pale blue eyes sparkled.

Merry was wearing a sheer black silk blouse, with a lavender demi-bra underneath, and matching tong. Her black skirt was short and tight, showing off her very sexy, very fuckable ass. She was also wearing black fishnet stocking, and low high heel black boots with very pointy toes. The fishnets were held up by a black garter belt, and her skirt ended about two inches north of her stockings tops. Her black shoulder length hair was streaked with red highlights, and her eyes were also blue, but more silver that Denis's. He finger nails were long, and painted with a shiny black lacquer.

Given the difference in their ages, it wasn't clear if they were Dad / daughter combo, or just some older guy who had the hots for young Goth chicks. But all in all, they were a spectacular couple.

"We will be flying British Airways First Class to London, on a 747," he told her. "And if you're a very good girl and do exactly what I tell you, by the time this flight is over, you'll be a new member of the Mile High Club. In the old days, it was an adventure to fuck at 5,000 feet, but now my guess is we'll do it at 42,000."

Merry had only flown two or three time before, to visit her grandparents in Florida, but never First Class. So the trip was starting out as an adventure.

After they cleared passport control, they waited in the First Class lounge until boarding time. It would be an overnight flight to London, with plenty of time for sleep and covert sex, Denis told her. Merry was getting wet just thinking of the possibilities -- sucking Daddy's cock under a blanket, being finger fucked to orgasm and trying not to cry out, and then fucking in a cramped airplane toilet.

The plane was later coming in, so they boarded 15 minutes behind schedule. Immediately the very pretty flight attendant came to take their drink orders.

"Champaign for me and my daughter," Denis ordered, before Merry had a chance to speak. She was his step-daughter, really, which explained the different last names on the passports.

They planned to meet Merry's mom in London. When they couldn't find her in London, they would go on to Paris, then to the south of France, fucking and sucking along the way. Maybe she would be in Berlin, or Athens, or Istanbul, or on the Isle of Lesbos in the Aegean Sea. Who knows when a woman gets the wanderlust?

They had another round of drinks with their meal, and brandy and coffee afterwards. Although she was a heavy drinker in High School, Merry was getting a grade-A buzz. Then Denis leaned over to kiss her neck and tongue her ear. Merry shivered in anticipation.

"When they turned down the cabin lights, you can suck my cock and I'll give you a cream for desert."

"Mmmm," was the horny teen's response.

Finally they turned down the cabin light. The First Class seats were as long and comfortable a single beds, and with the arms rests up, Merry could snuggly with her Daddy under the blankets.

"Open you blouse," Daddy requested, "I want to play with your big tits." Merry was a 38-C so the black demi-bra barely contained her massive jugs. Her nipples were hard with anticipation, and her Daddy pinched and squeezed them through the sheer fabric. 

"Mmmmmm," from Merry.

"Slut," from her Daddy.

Then Merry got under the blanket and started to work on the zipper of Daddy's trousers. In a minute the talented cock sucker had him out in her pretty mouth.

She knew from his e-mails and telephone talk, Denis like lots of tongue, especially in and around pee hole. Daddy reached down and pulled her short skirt over her chubby hips. He pushed aside the tiny lavender thong and slipped two fingers into Merry's tight wet saved cunt.

Merry responded by fucking Daddy's cock with her face, her head moving up and down at 90 miles per hour. From his stifled moans, Merry knew he was close to orgasm.

At one point Daddy withdrew his fingers from her dripping cunt and inserted his thick thumb.

"Put them back," Merry protested. "I'm almost there."

Quickly Daddy jammed two fingers into his daughter's cunt, and his thumb slick with her cunt juice up her ass. It only took a couple of strokes, squeezing the thin membrane between her vagina and rectum, to push Merry over the edge. Daddy came as suddenly, pressing down on the back of Merry's head, making her deep throat him, making her swallow all of his cum.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Merry licked her Daddy clean, not wanting to waste a drop of his precious cum. She lifted the airline blanket off her and looked up to her Daddy and smiled.

"You like that," she asked.

"Very much," Denis responded, "you hot little slut. You like giving head as much as I like getting my cock sucked."

Then Daddy leaned down and kissed Merry on the mouth. That was an elegant touch. The high school boys she regularly sucked off would never think of kissing of the lips after a blow job.

Finally Denis took his fingers and thumb from Merry's cunt and asshole. The older man brushed his two fingers across her lips, and she licked his fingers greedily, tasting herself with pleasure. Then Daddy forced his thumb into her mouth, making her taste her funky asshole.

From his e-mails, Merry knew Denis liked to give and receive rim jobs. "The next time, I'll give you an enema before I rim you," Daddy told his pretty step-daughter. "Then I'll fuck you very hard in the ass and you'll feel it more when I shoot my hot cum in your sexy asshole."

"Mmmmm."

Merry dozed from a while, snuggled against her Daddy, feeling safe and secure. His hand, under the blanket, was on her breast, toys with her nipple through the thin under wired demi-bra.

"Mmmm, I like that, when you play with my tit."

"And that," as her Daddy squeezed her nipple.

"Mmmmmmm, yes. Hander."

Daddy continued to squeeze Merry's swollen nipple harder and the horny young girl purred with pleasure. Then her Daddy tongued her ear lobe. He whispered, "I need to fuck you -- now! Go to the toilet but don't lock the door."

Merry waited for her Daddy in the tiny airline toilet. She wriggled out of her lavender thong and pushed her mini-skirt above her hips and sitting on the closed toilet seating, stoking her engorge clitoris by the time her Daddy arrived.

"Couldn't wait for me?" Denis joked.

"I'm so wet. I need you. In me!"

Denis unzipped himself and Merry leaned forward to suck and lick Daddy's cock one more time.

"Do you want it your pussy or ass?" Daddy asked.

"In my pussy. Let's make a baby for the Mile High Club."

"Just this one time. After that, you can only have me in your pussy when you're on the rag."

"Meany" Merry blurted out between slurps of Daddy's thick cock.

Merry stood up and put one foot on the toilet lid. Daddy was in her quickly, squeezing her meaty ass cheek for balance. His stokes were slow and regular, deep and long, and Merry was in heaven.

"Daddy, I love you," Merry whispered against his neck. "I hope we can have a baby."

Daddy picked up the pace, fucking Merry's tight young cunt with increased vigor.

"I need to go in deeper. Turn around and bend over. Brace yourself against the toilet seat," as Daddy withdrew from his daughter dripping wet cunt.

Merry turned around bend over as Daddy order.

"In my pussy, please," Merry begged. "Not in my ass."

Daddy rammed his hard thick cock into his step-daughter's tight cunt, and Merry moaned in pleasure. He resisted the temptation to jamb his thumb up the inviting pucker of Merry's asshole. Instead, he increased the tempo, grasping Merry's chubby hips for balance.

"Play with you clit," Daddy ordered.

Faster and faster Daddy fucked his daughter, deeper and deeper, as Merry rubbed her clit harder and harder. She could feel Daddy's cock growing in length and thickness as they approached orgasm.

Merry came first, moaning and whimpering. Her cunt clichéd on Daddy's thick cock. Her pussy burned with pain and pleasure.

"Ohhhhhh, Daddddddy. I love you."

Two more deep stokes, hard and violent, and Denis was over the edge.

Oh, my G-d," was all Daddy said as shot his hot load of jizz deep into his daughter's womb.

Merry trembled for several minutes, the orgasm intense. Her young cunt was very sensitive to Daddy's continued prodding. Daddy for his pat was caressing her buxom ass cheeks and the deep grove between.

"Thank you, Daddy," Merry managed to whisper when it was finally over.

Daddy withdrew his limp prick, and Merry turned and sat on the toilet seat. With having to be told, Merry licked his cum and her cunt juice from Daddy's organ. Daddy was starting to get hard again, when the emergency light came on in the cramped airline toilet.

Reluctantly, Merry stopped sucking Daddy's beautiful penis.

"Now zip me up," he ordered. "You've just become a member of the Mile High Club." 



Mile High Club



I sighed, turning my head to look him as he rested against the window. His head was leaned back, eyes closed and mouth partially open as he slept. For months, this man had had my heart in the palm of his hand, completely unaware of the power he held over me. Now, we were on a flight to Germany, a stop on our choir's summer-long concert tour. We both belonged to a highly prestigious, highly sought after choir. 

I yawned, settling back into my seat, allowing myself to daydream. His arm suddenly wrapped around me, surprising me. I looked at him, an eyebrow raised, to find him smiling sleepily at me. He pulled me tightly to his side, and I draped my legs on top of his to make the position more comfortable. He smirked at me slightly, but went straight back to sleep. I frowned at him, wishing he wouldn't tease me, but allowed my head to rest against his heavily muscled chest anyway.

It was our sophomore year of college, and I'd only just recently started truly noticing him and getting to know him. Before, I had thought he was a pompous, annoying, stuck-up guy, but I had it all wrong. Quickly I found that he was sweet, deep, and incredibly down to earth.

A few hours later, I awoke, having forgotten the position I had fallen asleep in. Immediately, I began to move, but I felt his grip tighten around me. He half-murmured something in his sleep, causing me to giggle quietly. The lights used to show the aisle ways were causing his dark chocolate skin to glow seductively, and I succumbed to an urge to softly touch his cheek. My fingers, moving without my permission, brushed his strong jaw line, and danced lightly across his lips. This woke him up. He blinked at me a few times, and then broke into a smile. My cheeks went bright red against my pale skin, and I immediately removed my hand, whispering an apology. Then, I felt his lips upon mine.

It was so random that at first I was still as stone, but soon, my lips began to move in harmony with his. His arm tightened around me as his other hand wrapped itself in my long auburn hair, causing chill bumps to spread all over my body. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I responded as though on fire. My hands began to roam his body, and a slight wetness began to form between my legs. I began to feel a similar reaction from him, as a lump began to form in his shorts. 

Without warning, he pulled away, causing my face to fall into a confused frown. His eyes darted around the plane, his lips forming into a seductive smirk. I tilted my head, wondering what was going through his mind. He then unbuckled us, and, picking me up, swiftly brought us into the lavatory. When he set me on my feet, locking the door behind us, I grinned. For a moment, he simply looked at me, a small smile on his face, and then, he had me pushed against the wall, his body pressed tightly against mine, and his lips crashing into mine.

The power this man held in his kisses sent shivers up my body, and I realised that I wanted him. Badly. My hands slipped up his shirt, sliding across his six-pack and strong back. I felt his hands lifting my shirt up, and we found ourselves both shirtless seconds later. In a momentary separation of our lips, I admired his beautiful back in the mirror, glistening slightly with sweat, causing the soft reddish undertones to stand out like raspberries dipped in chocolate. I sighed happily, pulling his face to mine so that our lips, our tongues, could interlock again. 

Slowly, he moved his hands from the small of my back to my bra strap, and he undid the clasp with ease. Moving away from me slightly, he gently pulled it off of me, his hands immediately finding their way to my breasts, his fingers softly massaging them. My teeth went to his neck, nibbling at him, leaving my own mark upon his flesh. As I did this, he moaned, and I felt the lump in his pants grow larger. His finger nails dug lightly into my back, forcing me to echo his moan. Our lips met again, moving furiously with one another, each of us feeling the passionate need radiating from the other. 

My hands slid to his waist band, and I brought his shorts to the ground, nearly freeing him of the fabric restraining him. He stopped kissing me, looking at me concerned for a moment, asking me permission with his eyes. I nodded slightly, and my own shorts were down around my ankles. We rested our foreheads against each other, our hearts both racing, and as though we'd agreed to it out loud, we both finished undressing the other. My eyes wandered downward, admiring the length and the girth of his shaft, much larger than that of any I'd seen of my friends' accidentally. It was exquisite. 

He lifted my chin up so that my eyes met his, and he raised an eyebrow teasingly at me. I blushed, slowly sliding the tips of my fingers down his shaft. He closed his eyes, a pleased, musical hum escaping his lips. Being too shy to yet let my lips touch his nether regions, I began working him with my hands. His teeth latched onto one of my nipples, nibbling it in such a way that I felt as though I could orgasm simply from his doing it. 

Just as this began, we heard a quiet knock at the door. A flight attendant whispered to us that she knew what we were doing, and that we had fifteen minutes to finish and be out. I stopped what I was doing immediately, incredibly embarrassed. He took my chin in his large hand, bringing my mouth to his once again, and, in between kisses, asked me permission to try to get somewhere before our time was up. I gave it to him, though my heart began beating at a shocking rate, knowing what was just about to come. 

Without ever letting his lips leave mine, he lifted me up carefully, and with remarkable tenderness, entered me. The feeling was so satisfying, although painful, that I latched tightly onto him, my fingernails digging into his moist back. He chuckled, amused by my obvious pleasure. Kissing my forehead, he began a slow, gyrating motion with his hips, allowing me to get used to having his fantastic girth within me. I was not at all displeased, as he managed to reach even my furthest walls. As I gained confidence, I joined him in the rhythm, a motion which caused us to speed up, both feeling the chemistry and balance we brought to each other. Our hands sensually roamed each other's bodies, not leaving a single place within reach untouched, our lips only parting long enough to kiss or nibble a different part of the other's body. Finally, we both suddenly stiffened, and then were overcome with the phenomenal feeling of a powerful mutual orgasm. 

My teeth clung to his neck as his head leaned back, leaving deep marks in the thick skin. His fingers clawed at my back, my sides, causing cascades of shivers to run through my entire body until the orgasm subsided for us both. 

As our breathing slowed, he wrapped his arms tight around me, kissing my hair, my cheeks, my neck, finally making a solid landing at my mouth with a marvellous mansuetude. He let go of me, smiling, and turned, wetting a washcloth. Carefully, he washed the sweat from my body. I did the same for him, being sure to admire every inch of his lovely ebony body. As he began to dress, I pouted, not wanting to leave the little room that had become our sanctuary. 

Shaking his head, he dressed me as well, with much difficulty, since I refused to comply, even though I knew we had a time limit. I fixed my hair in the mirror to avoid the freshly sexed look, and took his hand as he led me back to our seat, smirking haughtily at the flight attendant as we squeezed past her frame in the aisle. 

We curled up together again, him pulling me onto his lap. He then whispered to me first, a thank you, and then, "Same time next flight?". I giggled loudly, nuzzling into his warm neck.



Mile High Club!!



I made a huge mistake when buying our airplane tickets to Italy online. I thought the plane was going to depart at 11am, but it was for 11pm. We didn't realize that mistake until after we got there at 11am that morning. My wife, Jane was very pissed at me; she spent the entire night before packing and getting everything ready because she thought we had to leave early the next morning. So we spent the rest of the day at her apartment trying to pass the time. We watched a movie, ordered take out, fucked on the kitchen floor, and then we played scrabble. We got to the airport at around 8pm because we knew we had to wait that long for the new security checks. We got on the plane and again I found out that I made another terrible mistake, I booked us for business class not first class. Business class wasn't so bad, but Jane always wanted fist class so she was pissed off at me again for the second time today. I did do something right, I got two seats by the window. But originally it was so that Jane can watch the view, and since it was pitch black outside she didn't feel like sitting in the seat right next to the window. 

As the plane took off I sat there thinking that I was going to spend the next 12 hours with Jane being angry at me, some trip this was going to be. Then about an hour into the flight, the lights in the cabin started to dim as everyone seemed to be going to sleep. My wife and I and I didn't, she was reading a magazine and I spent the whole time thinking how I was going to make it all up to her in Italy. That's when she closed her magazine and turned her attention to me. 

"Let's join the mile high club," she whispered into my ear. 

"Excuse me?" I asked with a stunned look on my face. 

"I said lets join the mile high club, its when we—" 

"I know what it is," I interrupted. "But why now?" 

"Because I feel like it and it's the perfect time. Everyone is asleep; the flight attendants are probably having a cigarette because there's no one to serve right now." 

I began to think about it, this wasn't the first time Jane wanted sex in an unusual place. In fact I'm pretty sure it's not the one-hundredth time. Jane was an all out nymphomaniac, whenever she felt like having sex it doesn't matter where she was or who she's with, she'll do it. I didn't find out about it until three months after we dated. I remember that night like it was yesterday; it was about 4 years ago, we were having dinner and a fancy five-star French restaurant. About half way through dinner I held her hand and told her that I loved her, she smiled and told me she loved me too, and then she became very insistent that we pay the check right away and go back to her place. Of course we didn't all the way back to her place, in the elevator going up to her apartment she hit the stop button and we had sex right there. It was incredible; she did things that she never did in bed before. 

At first I thought it was a one time thing because she got over excited about me telling her that I loved her. But then later that week we went to see a late night movie at the local theater. It was a really bad movie at that, there were only about two other people in the seats and for some reason Jane insisted that we sit far in the back. When the movie got started we started making out and I figured that was the reason why she wanted to sit in the far back. Then she got out of her seat and knelt down in front of me, there wasn't much room between me and the seat in front of me, but she managed to fit in somehow. She started undoing my pants and I was freaking out because I was afraid that we were going to get caught. I started to relax when she gave me one of the best blowjobs of my life. After she was done we pulled up a few of the armrests in the row of seats and fucked her on the chairs. I had to hold my hand over her mouth really hard to keep her from screaming when she had her orgasm. 

After that I learned about Jane's nymphomania, she kept it secret from me when we first started dating because she wanted me to like her for who she was not for the great sex. She also told me that she would've given me one more month to show that I loved her before she dumped my sorry ass. I made it just in time. She also told me that in order to control her sexual urges she had numerous affairs with some women on the side. I was upset at first but then she convinced me that it was only cheating if it was men she was having those affairs with. I accepted that theory, mostly so I could keep having great sex with her. 

So ever since then we've done it everywhere and every chance we got. We've done it on trains, gas station bathrooms, city parks behind trees, her office at work, my office at work, the janitor's closet at work, cemeteries, and so on. But there were some issues that came up with dating a nymphomaniac. First, because I was never around all the time, she continued having sex with other women. At first it was exciting, but then it got aggravating because I started to consider it as cheating again. Another issue is that she would throw temper tantrums if we're unable to have sex. We solved that through medications prescribed by her therapist. 

It wasn't long before I asked Jane to marry me; we didn't feel like having a traditional wedding we just went to Las Vegas to one of those drive thru chapels. We celebrated with a fancy dinner, followed by excessive gambling and sex in the parking lot behind the dumpster. Even after we got married she still continued having sex with other women, still thinking as long as it's not with other men its not cheating. And I was still not allowed to have sex with other women myself or else that would be cheating. So we compromised and she would occasionally bring home one of her girlfriends for a threesome, so now I don't care who she does on the side. It was now the perfect marriage. 

So I didn't know why I was so surprised when my wife told me that she wanted to have sex on the airplane, I should've been used to it by now. So we laid out a plan on how we were going to do it because even though everyone on board was asleep, it was still going to be risky. When the coast was clear, she would go to the bathroom first to get herself ready, and after about two minutes I would make sure it was safe to get up from my seat and go after her. We waited another half hour and the she got up from her seat and went to the bathroom. After two minutes I looked around, two flight attendants were making their rounds so I waited a while longer. It took about twenty minutes before those attendants went away. I got up from my seat and went to the designated bathroom that we chose before hand. The sign on the door said vacant, which confused me because this was the exact same one that she told me to go to. I opened the door and found Jane kneeling on the floor giving oral sex to this really hot blonde flight attendant. The attendant almost screamed when she saw me, Jane lifted her head from the attendants pussy and looked back at me. 

"Come back later," she said angrily and shut the door. 

The sign on the door suddenly turned to occupied and the door was locked. I went back to my seat in disbelief, I didn't know how Jane managed to get that hot flight attendant in there in such a short amount of time but she did it. I was actually kind of proud of her for that. I sat in my seat for another half hour, waiting for the flight attendant to leave the bathroom. When she finally I saw that the top three buttons of her blouse were undone, her hair was a little messy and her lipstick was a little smudged on the side of her mouth. She walked right up to me and bent down to my ear. 

"She's ready for you," she whispered then walked away. 

I got up from my seat and went to the bathroom Jane was in. The door was unlocked and I walked in. Jane was standing there wearing only her black push-up bra that held the greatest pair of 36C tits that was partially covered by her long black hair. She was also wearing her skirt that went down to just above her knees, black stockings and high heels. She wasn't wearing panties, I knew because they were sitting on the sink. And she just stood there breathing heavily and looking at me seductively, telling me how much she wanted to have sex with me through her eyes. 

Jane grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me inside the bathroom. I closed the door and locked it. The bathroom was very small, it was only about three feet wide, not much room to navigate through, but we've had sex through worse situations. She sat down on the toilet and started taking off my pants and boxers. My cock was fully erect and it smacked her in the face when my boxers came down. She grabbed my cock and started smacking herself in the face with it and was giggling while she did it. Then without any hesitation she shoved the cock right into her mouth. I watched as her head bobbed up and down on my cock, her mouth was sealed firmly around the shaft; her tongue flicked the tip of my cock every time she moved her head up, her hand was massaging my balls, and when she moaned it gave a small tingling sensation around my cock that felt strangely exciting. 

She finished sucking my cock and leaned back against the toilet and lifted up her skirt, it was now my turn. I knelt down in front of her and spread her legs apart. Her pussy was completely shaved and small drops of her juices were dripping out of it and into the toilet bowl. I put my hand on her pussy and felt how incredibly warm it was, it was like a small furnace. I started rubbing the clit while sticking two fingers into her and wiggled them around. I reached up with my other hand and pulled down Jane's bra down to her waist. I grabbed one of her tits and started squeezing it as I was now licking her pussy. She was grabbing my hair and pulling my face closer to her pussy. 

"Oh yes, lick it good," she was saying. 

I looked up she was clenching her teeth, keeping herself from screaming from the orgasms she was getting. She opened her mouth and was about to scream before I pulled my face out from between her thighs and just covered her mouth with both hands. I started kissing her; our tongues were dancing in each others mouths. I moved down to her neck where I nibbled on it the way she liked it. Then I moved down to her tits and started playing on them both. I love playing on tits, and Jane loved it when I played on hers, she gets a sensual shiver throughout her body whenever someone plays with her tits just the right way. I squeezed them, licked them, bit them a little, and twisted and sucked on the nipples. 

We both stood up and had to move around that tiny bathroom. She lifted up her skirt as she sat down on the little area where the sink was. I put my cock up to her pussy and slowly pushed it all into her. She had a look of euphoria on her face as she felt it go in. She put her arms around me to and I had my hands on her ass to keep our balance in that position in that tight space. I started pumping my cock into her really fast and as hard as I can. She was kissing me on the neck and whispering really dirty shit before she started nibbling my ear. I squeezed one of her tits really hard as I started fucking her faster.

Suddenly the airplane started experiencing turbulence and the whole plane was shaking a little. The danger of the situation suddenly made Jane excited and she was about to start screaming from the ecstasy. I had to cover her mouth again to keep her from yelling. It didn't help any when I started fucking her faster; I summoned every ounce of strength that I had and forced myself to go faster and pump my cock into her as hard as I can. She started biting my hand in order to keep herself from screaming. Finally, as the turbulence subsided, I shot my cum right into her. I fucked her a little bit more as my cock started to lose its stiffness and go limp.

We helped each other dress back up and got ready to leave the bathroom. When I opened the bathroom door there was another flight attendant waiting there, this time a red head.

"Tiffany said I should come by," she said.

Jane pushed me out of the bathroom and pulled the red head into the bathroom.

"Don't forget to lock the door," I told them and went back to my seat.

About half hour later I saw the red head come out of the bathroom and then my wife. Jane walked down the isle to her seat next to me; her outfit and hair was all messed up and she had the biggest smile on her face. She sat down next to me and handed me a paper with two phone numbers on it.

"Hold this for us, Ok," she said. "When we come back to the U.S., we're going to need them."

She pressed the button to push her seat back and went to sleep. I stuffed the phone numbers in my pocket, held my wife's hand and thought what a great marriage I had.

THE END!!!



Mile High Club?



Marcy unfolded herself from the cramped airline seat and sidled past the knees of her seatmates to the aisle. She always hated airline travel, mostly because at 5'10" there was never quite enough legroom for her. The man next to her, seated in the dreaded middle seat, squeezed his knees sideways to give her a bit more space. He'd introduced himself as Bill, and they talked politely a few minutes before realizing that they were actually both from the same small suburb of LA. Bill was pretty attractive for an older guy, Marcy mused to herself. He was even more cramped than she was in the little seat, so he had to be taller, and he had muscular arms and masculine features. 

As she finally made it into the aisle, Marcy adjusted the skirt of the sundress she was wearing. She always traveled in skirts or dresses because jeans always got so uncomfortable after such a long time sitting. Her lacy pink bra strap peeked out from under the strap of her cheerful yellow sundress, and she slid it back out of sight. Marcy had always wished to be less well endowed in the breast department, since she could never go without a bra without the whole world knowing the exact shape of her breasts and nipples. 

Marcy made her way to the miniscule bathroom and set her palms on the sink, leaning in toward the mirror. She didn't need to use the facilities; she just needed a moment to stretch out. She had her eyes shut and was rolling her head back and forth, trying to stretch out the kink that had formed there, when she heard the rattle of the latch. 

"Occupied," she called, not opening her eyes.

"Actually, it's not, but it's about to be," came a gravelly voice from behind her.

"Bill!" Marcy whirled around. "How did you get in here?" She recoiled against the small shelf of the sink, trying to leave as much space as possible between them.

"You didn't lock the door," he replied. "You've got to be more careful these days." He leaned toward her. 

"What are you—" Marcy began, but was cut off when Bill's rough hands gripped her shoulders and spun her around to face the mirror again. In one smooth move he gathered both her wrists in one of his and clamped his other hand hard over her mouth. He quickly tied her wrists together behind her back with her own scarf—she'd left it on her seat when she went to the bathroom. Marcy struggled, but she was no match for him. His muscular body surrounded hers, and his hand was so tightly pressed to her mouth that her screams were barely audible. 

Facing the mirror, Bill reached his hand around Marcy's body and burrowed it into the top of her dress. He tugged the stretchy material down over her breasts, exposing the generous mounds, held high and tight in a lacy bra. He reached into one of the cups and popped her breast free, where it jiggled a little. Her dusky pink nipple hardened in the cool air of the lavatory. 

"Oh yeah," he rumbled, pinching her nipple. She squealed behind his hand and squirmed to get away, but that only made her breasts bounce harder, jiggling wildly. "And now the other," he said, reaching into the other cup to expose that breast too.

Now Marcy was completely bare-breasted in the tiny room, her tied hands arching her back, sending her round ass back into what was quickly becoming a formidable bulge in Bill's pants. Bill was roughly massaging Marcy's nipples, flicking and pinching them. They were getting stiffer and stiffer, and redder, too. 

Marcy tried to ignore the small bolts of sensation flashing from her intensely stimulated nipples to her awakening clit. She wanted to hate what he was doing, wanted to hate him for violating her so blatantly. But his fingers felt so good, his hands calloused and large enough to cup most of her breast, which hardly ever happened. When Bill roughly palmed her right breast, massaging and rubbing simultaneously, Marcy gave up the fight. Her moans of protest changed as she felt a gush of wetness flood her pussy, soaking her panties. Rather than protesting, Marcy was now moaning in pleasure, and she pressed her ass back into Bill's hard cock, begging for more with her body. 

"That's it, slut," Bill crooned into her ear. "I knew you'd love it." He rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it. Marcy cried out at the sharp pleasure, but the sound was still muffled by his hand. 

"Do you want me to touch your pussy?" he asked her, still rubbing and plucking at her oversensitized breasts. Marcy nodded violently, spreading her legs as far as she could apart. 

"Do you want me to stop touching your tits?" he asked. She shook her head emphatically. She never wanted him to stop touching her. 

"Will you scream if I take my hand away?" 

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Bill could see Marcy weighing the decision in her mind. She thought about how much he'd scared her, how deeply he'd already violated her. But then she thought about how incredible it felt to have him playing with her nipples, as he was still doing, and how dripping wet her pussy was. Slowly, she shook her head no. 

Bill pulled his hand slowly from her mouth, ready to cover it again at a moment's notice. 

"Please, Bill," Marcy moaned quietly. 

Bill jerked up Marcy's dress, exposing her lacy pink panties. There was a dark spot at the crotch where her cunt had already soaked the material. He gripped the lace with his big hand and ripped it away, tearing the delicate cloth to shreds and exposing her nearly bare pussy. He ran his rough finger up the slit, barely parting the folds. She moaned quietly and rubbed her ass on his hard cock through his jeans. His left hand never stopped moving from one breast to the other, rolling and pinching and rubbing, keeping the unbearably intense sensations coming one on top of the other. 

Bill suddenly plunged his finger into Marcy's soaking pussy, his palm pressed to her clit. She inhaled sharply and froze an instant before rolling her hips forward to press her clit harder against his calloused palm. He worked a second finger into her tight cunt, working them back and forth, still flicking and pinching her now ruby red nipples. When he worked a third finger into her, Marcy gasped and convulsed around his hand. She would have shouted out her pleasure, but Bill covered her mouth fast enough to muffle the sound. 

"Do you know why I have to get you so hot?" Bill whispered roughly into her ear as he fumbled with his own zipper. Marcy was lost in a pleasure-filled haze, still coming down from her incredible climax. She couldn't get her mind in order enough to speak.

"It's cause I'm fucking enormous," Bill growled, then plunged his huge cock into her still-streaming pussy. Marcy drew in air to scream, but again Bill acted quickly to muffle her. Marcy felt like he was being crammed full, her cunt stretched so tightly around his enormous cock that she cold feel it pulsing inside her. Her cunt muscles clenched tightly on it and she felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure/pain. 

"Ready for more?" Bill asked roughly, and didn't wait for an answer. He thrust into her again, shoving another few inches of his cock deeper into her pussy. Marcy barely had a moment to think there's more?! before she was coming so violently she blacked out. When she came to a moment later, Bill was roughly thrusting in and out of her stretched pussy, the wet slurping sounds echoing in the room. He was jerking back on her supple hips, pulling her into his thrusts so he could get deeper inside of her. Marcy came again when he reached down to strum her clit with his thumb.

After her cunt relaxed, Bill picked up the pace of his thrusts. He could feel her exhausted pussy flutter around his swollen prick, and he loved it. She was soaking wet, cushy and soft, and he wanted to fuck her til he died. He wrapped one arm around her waist to jerk her back even harder onto his cock, then reached up to pinch a rock-hard nipple. Marcy came again, her pussy squeezing his cock so hard he thought it would bruise, and this time Bill came with her. He tensed and unloaded a huge load of cum insider her, pumping his hot seed deep into her, thrusting in short, hard pumps all the while. 

When he was done, Bill tucked his cock back into his jeans and turned Marcy around. She was limp, dazed from the magnitude of her pleasure. He leaned down to her still bare breasts and latched his mouth around one nipple, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the peak. Marcy gasped and moaned, arching her back. He treated the other tip to the same treatment, then left Marcy gasping.

"I'll leave you to freshen up," Bill said smugly as he left the bathroom. The last thing he saw as he shut the door was Marcy's dazed expression, her diamond-hard nipples and his cum dripping down her legs from her wet pussy.



Mile High Club Adventure



K. Linford Little is nothing if not adventurous.

Maybe it's the fact he loves scuba diving, sky diving and muff diving, not in that order.

Ok, that was a rash attempt at getting a laugh, but it is true. "Lin" is a very adventurous 50-something guy. He's married with a couple kids, enjoys adventure vacations that always include at least one activity he's never tried before. 

For instance, last year in Aruba he attempted kite surfing. He didn't get the knack for it, but he enjoyed himself immensely.

He works long hours at his job, an executive with an insurance company. I know, because I used to be his administrative assistant. He works hard and plays hard, I know, because I'm his, well, girlfriend.

We've been together so to speak for more than a decade, finding the time for companionship, love and romance, some all in the same day.

Oh, and his wife doesn't know and he prefers to kept it our own little secret that we have this thing going on. 

For me, I know it's wrong, but I love him in my own way. I mean, over the years I've dated several guys, a couple very, very seriously. Once I was engaged, but that wasn't to be. Thank goodness I came to my senses before we tied the knot because it would have been a disaster. 

These days I am dating a very nice man, Robert, who is in mid-management and who seems to have a lot on the ball. We go to the theater, concerts and eat at nice restaurants. We like long walks on the beach near his parent's shore house, and once or twice a week we make love. Robert is a great guy, I love him in my own way, and who knows where the relationship will lead.

Yet in my world there is a parallel world that includes my former boss. I learned long ago he's never going to leave his wife....which is why we broke up years ago. But we got back together because there was a certain "it" between us that couldn't be satisfied elsewhere. 

We know it's wrong, cheating on our spouse/boyfriend, but it's reality. What can I say but to everyone I'm sorry but it is what it is.

Lin is very special to me, he is in my DNA, he's the smile on the clown's face, the sun in the morning and everything in between. We've had our ups and downs, but we always manage to make things right and find the time to share a piece of our lives together.

Oh, and have I mentioned he loves blow jobs? 

Yea, he's a guy and yes he does. His wife doesn't believe in giving them any more. Oh they have sex, he admits to that. Every once in a while she will suck him hard, but that's it in the blow job department at home for the guy. For full service, crinkle your toes and turn to putty in one's hand blow jobs he finds be always ready, willing and able.

We've done it a jillion times in his car, in parks, parking lots and behind hedges. We've done it at his club, in the men's locker room late at night (almost caught) and in the balcony of a movie theater. I think I've mentioned that Lin is adventurous.

There is just something about sucking the guy. I love it. He says I am addicted to his cock and maybe I am. I just like the power I have over him, the way he groans and moans, the way he enjoys himself at my touch.

It has been years since we had intercourse. That doesn't mean we are celibate. Besides oral sex he's done a little bit of everything with me. 

It's funny, he's honest about it. He might suggest something to his wife who will nix the thought, and within a week I'm her stand in. I mean, I've flashed a trucker for him (both my tits and ass), I've let him do me with a vibrator and, well, a banana. I've dressed up in schoolgirl outfits and even a maid uniform. 

Believe it or not, I love doing it. 

We've nearly been caught in some of our escapades, and have actually been caught in others. When you blow a guy in a parked car there's always a chance someone will catch you in the act. We've been caught in the car (check out some of my other reports) but we've also been observed when we've ventured outdoors. 

The walk along the railroad tracks near the canal has been especially problematic, as I was observed on my haunches giving Lin a blow job when a train passed (the engineer saw us for sure, Lin reported, and I am sure some passengers) but also near that same stop we were observed fingering each other while leaning against a tree (and a guy walking his dog came within 10 feet of us, seeing everything including my skirt up and Lin's fingers in my pussy). 

Luckily we've never drawn the attention of the "authorities" so no harm, no foul, right?

Lin has lots of quirks besides a proclivity off exhibitionism! As mentioned, hardly a date doesn't go by without me blowing him. He likes short skirts, and loves it when I wear stockings (not pantyhose). His wife wears pantyhose, he says. And while I normally don't wear stockings, I do for him. 

Years ago after our first go around we stopped having intercourse. When we were seeing each other at work we'd always be doing it somewhere. We had sex on his desk in his office, of course, but also in the conference room and once in the copy room over the copier. We'd do it in his car and several No Tell Motels. 

But all that ended when we broke up. I realized he wasn't leaving his wife and at the time I thought it was time to move on. It was after months and- months of regret though that we got back together. 

The thing is, at that point, we both knew what was in the cards. We were never going to be married, a formal couple, and some things did change. The biggest was that we stopped having sex. No intercourse. In retrospect I think in his mind he followed the Bill Clinton rule: no intercourse means you aren't cheating. 

You know, I didn't really miss it. I had all the sex I wanted when I blew him. For years now that has been a wonderful, wild ride. And various boyfriends and I have consummated our relationship between the sheets, so it's not like I wasn't having intercourse. 

So why am I telling you all this? If you've read my stories, you know all that. If you haven't, feel free to do so. Or just read on if you aren't worried about context.

On a recent Saturday Lin was a bachelor as his wife was at her mother's for the weekend. We drove to the Pennsylvania Amish Country and went antiquing for the day, much less excitement than his normal adventurous self.

While driving there he had me flash several truckers while jerking him off. On the way home he pulled over at a rest stop and had me blow him. Yes, we went antique store hopping for me but he really enjoyed himself going and coming and coming (pun intended).

We stopped for dinner at a hole in the wall diner and had a great meal. How is it these diners offer a complete menu all day, and do it well? Steak in the morning is as good as ham and eggs at night. Good food and cheaper than the specialized places down the road.

Small talk was made, especially with a little flirting on each of our parts. We enjoyed all the time we had together, and it was even better when we didn't have to hurry him home. We talked about this and that when he mentioned he was flying to Chicago the next week.

I said something about being careful with the Flight Attendants who might want to have him join the Mile High Club, something that brought an immediate smile to his lips. 

"What," I questioned.

"That's a fantasy of mine, but, no, I don't think the airline would appreciate it. My luck would have someone walk in on us."

For the rest of the meal we spoke in hushed tones on how much we enjoyed making fantasies reality, but couldn't figure away to join The Club. Too difficult, too dangerous and so forth.

Several weeks went my before the topic came up again, and this time it was Lin had not only thought about but researched. 

"Hey Robyn, did you know there are some places where you can actually take a Mile High Club flight?" said my guy over a latte. "Seriously, I saw it in the internet."

Shaking my head, I reminded him that not everything on the internet should be taken as gospel.

"No, seriously, there's a web site I found and there are a handful of places that offer "private" flights," said my former boss. 

Lin was quick to say that you can't find these flights just anywhere. Really? No kidding? 

He relayed what he found out. The flights are on small planes, the Piper Cherokee is popular, they are based at regional airports, and generally the flights are an hour or so at the 6,000 foot level and generally only take off in good weather. If a storm is a coming, you don't go. Finally, the flights are generally over countryside and within a 30 mile radius of the airport.

"Oh, great, and we'd be watched by the pervert pilot the whole time and our trip would go out on the internet that night," I said, shaking my head again. "So, you want your wife seeing you in action up in the air?"

Lin was quick to say in his "research" all talked about privacy and that the flights wouldn't continue unless there was discretion. "I talked to a guy down south who said his job was to fly safely, and that was it. What we did in the back behind the curtain was our business. He was very nice about it, didn't sound like a creep."

Lin then gave me the bad news. "Only problem is that the places that I saw the flights were in the South, the Midwest and in England. There were none advertised close to here."

Good thing, I thought. But then I couldn't get the thought out of my mind for the next week. I wondered what it would be like, frolicking a mile, two or three in the air with the guy I loved. It presented quite a fantasy. I had to admit that joining the exclusive Mile High Club was quite enticing. It would be safe, legitimate and sounded like a lot of fun. 

"Darn, you had me there saying yes, and there is nothing to say yes to," I lamented. "But it's a great idea, a wonderful fantasy."

It really did sound hot. Much hotter than Kathy and her husband's little bit of action she embarrassingly mentioned at lunch. They stopped on the way home from the department Christmas party and did "it" in the backseat of the car. 

They had finished and had gotten buttoned up and all when a Good Samaritan had stopped to see if they needed any help. For Kathy, nearly being caught in the act was hot. For Lin and I, well, we had fooled around in the car and had actually been observed on several occasions! No, the Mile High Club was quite exciting to me. 

For his part, Lin worked it into our sessions in the car. He'd pretend I was a flight attendant serving him "Uh, miss, could you take care of this spill on my pants?" or tell me the pilot was watching as I sucked him off down by the river. 

The guy could make a fantasy out of nearly anything. 

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Several weeks passed and Lin and I played out our Mile High fantasy a couple times, only at 15 or 16 foot level! 

On one occasion I gave him a blow job in the bedroom of a show house in a new development while the real estate person was on the floor below. I'd be happily performing on him and he'd whisper how we had to hurry before the flight attendant knocked on the door. We hoped the intercom on the wall wasn't working yet! 

It was quite erotic and very hot for me. I love his imagination. It's endless, like looking from a pier to the ocean. He always was so imaginative in his ways of finding erotic possibilities.

I was waiting at the hair dresser when he called. "Hey, guess what? I found us a plane and a pilot."

At first I was lost, then smiled as he relayed the story.

One of the places down south had replied to an email about someone they knew who flew out of one of the South Jersey regional airports, like Ocean City, Millville or Woodbine. These were general aviation airports, without a tower and without lots of wandering eyes. Just a bunch of small aircraft enthusiasts. 

Lin's contact knew someone who flew out of one of these airports, the name of which will remain nameless to protect their license. The guy had done a number of these "Mile High Flights" but only on a referral basis. We had a referral!

"We can do it Saturday afternoon," exclaimed an excited Lin. "That is, if you still want to."

I was nervous, and I have to admit we spoke for about an hour before I agreed. I mean, it would involve sex, the horizontal kind, to make it real. That was a lot different than my mouth on his dick. We'd be screwing, and it had been years since we'd done the deed.

"You remember how, right Robyn?" 

What a jerk! "Of course, I just wondered if you could last for an hour and get what we paid for," I verbally grappled back at him. 

Ultimately I said yes. Lin gets what he wants, and I thought it would be quite fun an exciting. With that a plan was hatched.

We spoke several times over the next couple days about the flight. Lin was very busy at week and at home, and he was cautious about being away worried that his wife might wonder what he was up to. Sometimes in these situations I'd meet him on the way home for a quick snuggling, but he didn't want to let his guard down. 

"Sometimes I think she thinks I'm seeing someone," Lin related. "So whenever I get that feeling it's better safe than sorry."

As long as Saturday wasn't impacted, I was cool with his cautious behavior. I actually liked his wife a lot, had babysat for them in the past, and actually enjoyed her. It's just that I enjoyed her husband a whole lot more.

It was a whirlwind week. The thought of joining the Mile High Club caused me to bring out "Rocket Roger" for a date. The hard fake cock was always there when I needed! 

It probably sounds bad, but when my boyfriend came over Friday night expecting to stay overnight, I feigned an early morning conflict. He was disappointed, especially after springing for dinner, but that disappointment turned around when we made love back at the house. Still, I have to admit I fantasized about the next day's activities while he was rutting me from behind. I think he wondered what had gotten into me when I came twice while he banged me and then turned around quickly and let him shoot in my mouth.

It's funny, as much as I love to suck Lin off my current boyfriend left a little to be desired when I sucked him. He loved it, but he always held my head tight in his hands and sort of face fucked me. There's a time and place for everything but his force was a turn off. 

Long story short, we had a good night and his rocks were socked royally before he left. 

In the morning I woke with a smile, thinking of the day and wondering what and how things would happen. Anticipation. Excitement. Would the pilot be a jerk, would people know what we were there for (how couldn't they?). Still, it was going to be a great day. 

Thinking about the day's activities I selected a demure blue blouse and skirt ensemble, little black boots and little jewelry to get stuck on things. Cute, but not too obvious as to what we might be doing. I had thoughts of walking into the airport and having everyone point at "The Slut." Or maybe I'd arrive wearing a long overcoat and nothing else. Nope, just a little sightseeing rides so to speak.

We parked in the back of the Circle Diner and met inside. I had a cereal, fruit and yogurt platter while Lin munched down his usual two eggs, over medium, with French fries (instead of hash browns), with both of us adding coffee to our culinary delight. 

We caught up with our week. It was unusual for us to go several days without seeing each other, and some things just don't make their way to conversation on the phone. Our schedule had us meeting our pilot at 12:30, so we had plenty of time.

"So, are you excited?" I asked. "What a fantasy, right?"

"You bet, Robyn," said my former boss. "This is very hot. I've been thinking of this for days."

He related that it would be safe, the pilot discrete, and the activities, well, hot. "I am so horny for you. I'd stop along the way to the airport but don't want to wear myself out."

Cute, but what he really meant was that if we stopped I'd blow him, and if he came then he'd probably be shot for the day. Age had slowed him a bit, and while the little blue pills helped keep him hard they couldn't get him numerous orgasms in a short time. 

We had a 30 minute drive to the airport. We took Lin's car, leaving mine behind the diner, and I had some fun on the drive stroking Lin's thigh and every once in a while feeling his hard cock. 

A few minutes from the airport I asked Lin what would happen once got to the hangar.

"They are expecting us, sweetie, they said there could be other pilots and passengers around but that we wouldn't stand out. We're just going for a sightseeing flight on a nice afternoon."

We pulled in and parked, with Lin bringing his camera to give the idea we were sightseers. We walked inside the Spartan office where a guy pointed down a hallway toward some desks and offices, identifying a tall lumberjack of a man sitting in the back. 

Lin led the way and introduced himself. "Hi, we're the Smiths," said my former boss. 

"I'm Trevor, and I will be your pilot today...thanks for setting up an appointment!" said the dark-haired man aged about 35. "It's a great day for flying and sightseeing."

With that he called out and a woman appeared from one of the offices. "Oh hi," said the girl, introducing herself as Melody. "Nice to meet you. It's a great day for flying!"

They were cut from the same mold. I pictured them as boyfriend and girlfriend, but wasn't sure. Neither was wearing a ring, but then, neither was I. Lin, of course, had his on, so there might have been some question about our relationship. 

The guys headed out to the tarmac and the Piper while Melody took me to the back to lock up my purse. In the room she smiled and asked if I was excited.

"Uh, a little nervous...haven't been in a small plane in years."

"You are in for a treat, and it's going to be a great time," said the girl with a knowing smile. "Trevor is a great pilot, the best. Hey, I know what you guys are here for, don't worry, nobody will know but us and it is quite exciting."

Looking at her, it was my turn to smile. "Have you ...."

"Oh yes, I'm in the club. I've been a member for several years and have re-upped that membership several times," she smiled. "I have to admit it was embarrassing the first time Trevor and I did it. There was another pilot, he's since moved to Indiana, that drove the bus out there. We all worked together here, and it was embarrassing being in the back until I just put it out of my mind."

We spoke for a couple minutes before I had to ask "the" question. "Do they, you know, the pilots, look..."

Melody smiled and said, "Only if you want them too! There's a curtain for privacy. But Trevor is very discrete. He will keep his eyes forward unless you want him to look. But if he does he will have to deal with me! But...."

"But..." I asked.

She smiled. "You're cute, and he's mine, and I know you don't have designs on him. But I bet it would be a turn on if you thought he might look."

I simply nodded my head yes.

"Then leave the curtain open a little or as much as you want. It's okay. He's very professional and he knows how important his job is. But if you don't mind him taking a glance, leave it open a little. And if you want some extra time...."

"Extra time? What do you mean?"

"Okay, nobody has to know but you and me, and I guess your boyfriend and Trevor actually....but if you find yourself needing a little more time at the end of your trip to, uh, finish anything, you could stick your head up front through the curtain....you know, talk to him nicely. Maybe flash those boobies at him. I am sure he'd give you a few more minutes. I will set it up if you need it, okay?"

Nodding, I thought that might be hot. Who knows? "You're okay with that, him looking I mean?"

Melody smiled at me. "Are you kidding? You flash him and he will be all over me tonight. Not that he needs much inspiration. But you know, a little play acting never hurts."




Mile High Club Adventure



Smiling at the girl, I realized she was a lot like me. We each liked to be a little risqué, a little naughty and a little nice. 

Melody smiled and nodded back. "It's very hot, you know, doing it up in the air. It will be great, it's safe....say, want to surprise him?"

I must have looked strange. Confused. 

"It's just, well, you look great but I wonder if you'd like to add some spice to your outfit? Maybe some silky stockings?" 

With that she pointed to a box on the side of the desk. Several packets of stockings were there. 

"We got a deal, so five bucks get you the pick of the litter. And if you want stockings and not the thigh hi version I have my own garter belt I could lend you. That would be a real surprise for him."

The shock on my face really showed. Her smile calmed me down. 

She was right, of course. A little something special for Lin to be dazzled with. I gave her five bucks and picked out a pair of black stockings. She pulled a garter belt from inside the desk and left me to my privacy. Minutes later I strode out of the room feeling naughty.

Melody and I went onto the tarmac and the Cherokee where Lin and Trevor were examining the wings. They turned as we approached and I could swear there was a little gasp. Damn, stockings and a couple buttons unbuttoned on my blouse and the guys were goo goo. 

Trevor gave us the rules of the road. We were required to wear our seat belts until he gave us the all clear call. Then he'd close the curtain separating the main cabin from the pilot's area. For the next 60-70 minutes we were on our own to do what we like. He'd be up front behind the curtain.

Once we got back to the airport we'd finish our ride of a lifetime and get our Mile High certificate. He promised a great flight. 

With that he pulled the chocks from the wheels and Lin and I went toward the door. Lin whispered to me: "Let him help you into the plane," he said with a sly smile. "Maybe give him a little view of what I'm going to be getting."

He's such a bad, bad boy. I had to smile.

Lin entered the Cherokee first as Trevor came behind me and offered to help me in. He steadied my midsection and I couldn't help think my short skirt gave him a view of my stocking tops, garter straps and maybe even my bright red lace panties. It was so exciting.

Entering the plane I realized there wasn't a lot of room, but the seats had been pulled out except for two in the rear. In front, where there were normally two more rows of two seats --- one on each side --- was a small blow up mattress covered by silky heart red sheets and a white set of pillows. 

Four small bottles of wine and two small Champagne's were in a small cooler, along with some strawberries dipped in chocolate. I think Lin must have sprung for the deluxe trip! To the side was a little red box, almost like a small jewelry box. "What's this?" I asked.

Trevor's face was a little red. "Uh, that's, uh, protection in case you need it."

Inside the little box were several condoms, lubricated and unlubricated, a couple flavored ones (strawberry and banana) and a yellow and a black one. 

"Wow, you guys think of everything!"

Just then Melody stuck her head in the back and wished us a good flight. She and Trevor made sure the door was closed correctly and then Trevor gave us the safety features and merely told us to enjoy the flight. With that he moved into the cockpit and closed the curtains.

Lin and I looked at each other and laughed as we buckled ourselves into the two seats in the back of the plane. Safely sitting, we held hands while we kissed as the props started whirling outside the windows. We were actually going on out little trip!

Trevor shouted back that we were leaving, but I think he was trying to show that he couldn't us or us him unless it was loud. That actually put me at ease that he wouldn't be hearing any grunts, groans or moans. I actually felt quite comfortable and safe. 

After taxi we were up in the air in minutes, banking over the Pinelands and heading toward the ocean. Within four minutes we could see Cape May, Wildwood and the Delaware Bay. That's about all I saw though, as soon my head was being pushed toward Lin's midsection. Somehow he'd unzipped and pulled out that cock I knew so well. 

"I think the pilot loved looking at your legs," said my married boyfriend. "His eyes nearly popped our when you took that last step. It made me so hard thinking he was looking but I was going to get."

Licking the sexy stick was something I loved, but he adored. I mean, he never got enough of it. Over the years I've guestimated I've blown that dick more than a thousand times in four states and in every way imaginable. 

I'd been on my knees, on a bed, in the woods, over a table and in the car with that guy, sucking his cock and enjoying it so very much. Lin loved to be sucked off and nearly every date ended with me polishing his knob.

In the plane I worked it for a while before Trevor called back something about it being safe to move around the cabin and to make ourselves comfortable and enjoy the ride. Lin moved me up and kissed me and said how much he loved me. Quickly we moved to the makeshift bed in front of us and slipped under the covers. Lin insisted I keep my clothing intact, while he removed his trousers before scooted between the sheets.

For the next few minutes we made out like school kids, kissing and feeling and exciting each other with feels and kisses as the plane glided through the sky a little more than a mile high. Soon though Lin pushed up, pulled down the sheet, and slipped between my legs. He slid his hands up and down my thighs, finally stopping at my pussy. Feeling my on top of my lace panties he felt my wetness. 

"Someone is surely enjoying this," said Lin as I merely nodded my agreement as his fingers did the walking between my thighs. Soon his hands reached up and began slipping my panties down my legs. Once off he slid down between my legs and began licking my soaking wet cunt. The feelings were incredulous. Damn he was good.

"Wow, you've changed it a little," exclaimed Lin when he saw my landing strip. "You are so very sexy. That is so very hot."

"I did it for you, honey. I am glad you like it."

Rocking a little with his lapping, I felt like a queen as he worked a finger in and out of my pussy while licking around. The guy had a nice touch, and he brought out some great feelings from deep inside. Soon, though, he wanted more.

"I've got to fuck you Robyn, I want to be inside you," said my guy, moving up between my legs and rubbing his cock up and down my slit. Long ago he'd asked me to trim down there, and over the years I designed a little heart of hair that he loved. But I'd also changed down there as well, moving to a triangle and other designs before my current landing strip. 

I couldn't help thinking how appropriate it was to have a landing strip on a day we'd be joining the mile high club.

Lin slowly began inserting his dick into me, moving very deliberately as I got used to the filling of my pussy. We held each other close, him a little inside me, and he whispered to me. "Thank you, honey, and welcome to the Mile High Club."

He took his time before burying himself deep in me before sliding up and nearly out, then repeating the action. It was a slow, luxurious fuck. His arms lifted my legs skyward as he began to eagerly bang my box.

The sheets felt great on my back and the makeshift bed was sort of comfy as it moved with out movements. Holding my legs up Lin thrust away in and out of my sloppy pussy as I simply enjoyed the ride. Lin quickened his pace and I worried he'd cum too fast, but the man was a step ahead of me.

"Oh my, your pussy feels so very good," said Lin, sliding out of me and holding me tight. "I could cum so easily but I want this to go on and on. I don't want this to end."

Lin knew that once he'd cum he'd be toast. Sometimes he could get it up again, or at least semi-hard, after an orgasm but it was sometimes a struggle. Today he didn't want to chance anything.

We kissed then Lin moved around and on top in the 69 position and began licking my pussy again. It was so very hot, up in the air, right next to the pilot separated by a flimsy curtain, doing all kinds of naughty things. 

Urging Lin around, I soon was on top with him licking me from below. In this regard I was able to lick around his pole and down to his balls more easily. I wanted him excited, but didn't want him to cum in my mouth. We licked and sucked each other for a few minutes before coming up for air.

"Robyn, you are so very sexy. Nobody has ever made me feel the way you do. I mean, this is incredible."

Spooning, Lin slipped in me from behind and caressed my breasts while slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy. This was a slow fuck, and it brought out lots of sensations, especially when he brought one hand down to my clit. 

We maneuvered here and there. Lin would be on top, and then we'd reverse and I would ride him. Then we held each other close in the side-by-side position. We'd roll around. I'd suck him and then sit down on him, first looking at his face, then reverse cowgirl. This was nice because he couldn't move too fast and I could hold on to the wall.

"Lin, this view is fantastic," I said, speaking about the ocean views. "You are filling me up and it feels so very good."

"Oh Robyn, yes the view is fantastic. I love looking at your ass."

Laughing I told him he was incorrigible. 

We continued to make love in slow motion, just enjoying the ride, when suddenly we heard Trevor's voice. 

"Hey, lovebirds, we will be making our final turn over the ocean and heading back, so if you have things you want to do now would be a good time."

Oh no, we'd been lost in the fuck and neither had cum! Damn! This called for some overtime. I whispered to Lin that I'd talk to the pilot for a few more minutes. I only pulled my blouse closed and fastened with two buttons in case Melody's advice worked.

Slipping up front I snuggled between the curtains and smiled at Trevor, who had looked around at my entering his cockpit area. 

"Are you okay," asked the pilot.

Taking a deep breath, I put on my largest smile. "More than okay, this is a great flight, but...."

He looked back at me. "But..."

"Well we need a few more minutes, and Melody mentioned that...." I unbuttoned my blouse and lifted my breasts out of their bra casing. "She mentioned, well, that we might get a little longer ride...."

Trevor smiled, eyes glued to my two mounds. Shaking his head, he replied simply: "Uh, sure, a few minutes maybe."

He stared at the mounds, through, when I grunted something. That nasty Lin had snuggled behind me and inserted his dick in my pussy from behind. The little bastard was fucking me in front of the pilot.

"Are you okay," said Trevor. 

He must have known what was going on, because I'd move a couple inches closer to him and back, and while he couldn't see behind the curtain he had to know I was being rutted by my boyfriend.

Suddenly, he became Chatty Cathy. "So, are you enjoying the ride?" asked the pilot, his eyes feasting on my bare breasts that were bouncing and flailing around to the tune of Lin's thrusting. "There are the great views (his eyes were on my tits) and it's so cozy in the back. Some tell me it's too hot."

I said something about it being amazingly hot and he followed by saying we had 15 minutes. Thanking him, I opened the curtain and pushed Lin back. As I was scooting my way back Trevor exchanged knowing guy-looks and smiles with Lin. They must have been in cahoots!

Back in the cabin Lin pushed my head down on the sheets and mounted me from behind. Holding my ass, Lin banged me for all he was worth, thrusting in and out and bringing out all kinds of feelings. Soon I was cumming and I think Trevor heard the groan. 

While humping he lightly smacked my ass, telling me what a naughty girl I was in showing the pilot my boobs. Then his hands moved around to the meaty globes and wrestled with them while his cock was thrashing in and out of my swollen pussy. 

"Robyn you are so hot, your pussy feels wonderful," said my guy, banging away. 

Lin used my pussy as his own plaything, fucking me quickly and efficiently. His cock felt wonderful inside me, bringing out great sensations and wetness. 

Damn, this was hot. Lin kept fucking me but soon it was his turn to totally enjoy.

"Turn over, Robyn, quickly," barked his orders. 

I followed them, and Lin jumped on top of me and lifted my legs again. It didn't take long, probably 30 seconds, and Lin was cumming at 6,000 feet into my wet and willing pussy. That explosion brought another from me, as my number two came quickly.

Damn that was hot. I think it was a feeling that had to be associated with being a member of the Mile High Club.

Coming down from our high, we held each other tightly. Lin whispered how hot this was while I mentioned that we should consider another trip sometime. 

Soon I was on my knees cleaning his cock. I carefully licked the fuckstick that had performed so well between my legs. His cock had weakened, he was semi-hard, but he moaned in admiration. Job complete, we became to get dressed. 

"Are you decent?" asked Trevor, opening the curtain.

"Decent?" said Lin. "She's unbelievable."

I hit his arm. "Yes, Trevor, we are decent. And this has been a great ride! Are you going to get us safely back?

"Of course. We are on our way back and will be landing in about five minutes, so buckle up."

I saw the Cape May-Lewis Ferry that traverses Delaware Bay, a 40 minute ride that is lots of fun. That put an idea in my head. We were now in the Mile High Club, I wonder if there's a Ferry Club?

Lin was thinking like I was, letting me know we should try it one day.

For now, buckled into our seats, we held hands like young lovers on the way back to the desolate air field. 

But of course Lin wasn't done. Soon my head was in his lap and he was directing my actions up, down and around that satisfying fuckstick.

"I am so very lucky, Robin, you are the greatest," said my former boss, slipping a silver necklace around my neck. 

I blew him as he fumbled with the necklace, noticing how his cock grew. He wasn't fully extended, but mostly. It was quite easy to suck and work around in my mouth. I paid special attention to the sexy tip, but didn't forget the shaft.

We touched down as I extended my tongue down to his balls, licking the powerful packet as we cruised down the runway and back to the hangar. I pulled back and Lin got himself presentable just as Trevor extricated himself from the small pilot's seat and cockpit. 

"So, I have to ask you, did you enjoy yourselves?"

In unison, we said "Yes."

Trevor opened the plane's door and slipped out. I moved over to the door next, with Lin reminding me to give a little show. Standing at the top of the exit, I looked all over while Trevor had a great view up my skirt. 

Turning around, I needed his help in going down the stairs backward. I don't know what Trevor could see, but Lin was holding my armpits and moving me slowly as the wind flipped around my skirt. 

Lin kissed me once outside, and we walked hand-in-hand to the offices. There we were greeted by Melody, who was holding two sweet teas while Trevor stayed behind and cleaned out the plane. 

"Well, how was your sightseeing trip," said the girl, whose eyes moved to a couple and their children sitting nearby.

"It was great, we saw all kinds of views," said Lin.

We made small talk for a couple minutes, with Melody mentioning that Trevor would be back soon once refueling had been completed. 

Melody and I scooted back to the little room in the back, and she started to excuse herself when I asked her to remain. "It's okay, that was a marvelous flight," I said, lifting my skirt and removing the garter straps. 

Reaching up, I unhooked the garter belt and returned it to her rightful owner before rolling the stockings down my legs. Melody wanted to know if Trevor behaved himself, and I nodded yes. "He was the perfect gentleman."

Melody laughed at that one. "Well, that "perfect gentleman" was looking up your skirt going into and out of the plane," she laughed. "I guarantee he knows your brand of panties!"

"I wasn't wearing any," was my reply, drawing an unbelievable look from the girl. "Gotcha. Nah, I have on Victoria's Secret cotton bikini, no thong today, no lace. By the way, I loved the way Trevor handled everything, including the extra time at the end of our flight."

Melody smiled. "So what did it take?"

I must have looked at her funny.

"You know, did you flash your boobs at him and then give him a blow job? That's the normal fee."

My eyes widened before Melody laughed. "Gotcha back!"

We laughed and hugged just as Lin and Trevor came into the room. "Are we interrupting anything, we can leave," said Trevor.

"Nope, we were done. You almost caught us," said Melody with her effervescent smile. "Hey buster, what's this about getting a blow job up there?'

She was looking, first at Trevor (who had the "who me/" look before moving over to Lin. 

"Okay you two, stand together and hold hands," said the girl, clearing her throat. "I have to ask, did you enjoy your flight?"

We both said yes.

"Did you engage in, uh, sexual intercourse at least once?"

Lin answered, "Twice."

"Was their any oral sex involved?"

I answered, "Oh yes."

"Did you blow the pilot?"

Quickly, I told her no. 

"Just checking, because Trevor can be such a cad! But it didn't have to do with this ceremony. Okay, Trevor, can you sign the placard? Guys, would you like one or two certificates?"

I replied we only needed one, and Melody gave me a knowing smile. 

"Congratulations!"

We all shook hands, and Lin asked if we could get a repeat discount. 

"Next time it's 25% off," said Trevor. Melody added that she'd be happy to throw in a flight attendant if we'd like.

We left, imagining the possibilities, now certified Mile High Club members.



Mile High Club - Almost



Traveling for work is the best. You gotta love it when your boss, or whomever, pays your airfare, hotel and most importantly, your food and beverage.

New Orleans was our venue that particular year. And seriously? They expected us to accomplish something?

Suffice to say, I was drunk for about four days straight. It was such a party that I would wake up every morning feeling HORRIBLE, but I didn't realize until the end it wasn't completely a hangover.... I was also sick, with what was probably Strep Throat. But somehow, this didn't stop me from going out with my friends and indulging on that last night.

Every year, I find a guy to hook up with at these meetings. We go about our usual work business, but when the night ends, we always end up fucking in like 100 positions. The only thing different about this year, was the guy, and the fact that the sex was so much better then the guy I had chosen the previous year.

I spent a few hours fucking him, despite my sickness. I coughed and hacked through it all, and he must've liked what he was getting despite this, because he didn't stop until about 5am. At 5:30, my wake up call came. I had to get to the airport.

I stumbled out of bed, threw my stuff in a suitcase, and ran out the door, leaving hotty in bed, germinating what was sure to be a good case of strep.

On the plane, all I wanted to do was sleep. My seat was the very back seat on the airplane. The one right next to the bathrooms. At least I had the window seat, so I could lean my aching head against it and sleep. Cough Cough.

As people were boarding, I looked up to see a very hot bald man making his way towards the back of the plane. I remember thinking that it would be just my luck... to get the hot guy today. I never get the hot guy. I always get the fat man who takes up a seat and a half, or the teenager drumming on their lap to the beat of whatever was coming out of their ear bud, nervous leg-syndrome and all. I never get the hot guys, so why should it happen today?

Let me tell you why it would happen today. It would happen today because God hates me, and because I had spent the night boozing and fucking and I didn't even bother with a shower. I don't even think I brushed my teeth. I was probably the equivalent of what I didn't want to sit next to me on flights. But nonetheless, hotty continues on down the aisle until he plops down, right next to me. I hated myself at that moment.

Hotty didn't waste any time. Before he was even buckled in, he reaches over, shakes my hand, and says "Allo... my name is Olivier..." in the sexiest French accent ever. Friggen seriously? Cough Cough!

I nervously shake his hand and tell him my name, and he starts chatting with me, as if it were 3pm and we were having tea. He was a member of the Canadian military (I didn't know they had one) and had just spent a couple of days on leave in New Orleans. I was still drunk, positive I was sending off some sort of out-of-whack pheromones, and insecure because I knew my hair was mussed up, and also because I was snotting all over the place. I gave him some stupid apology about being sick, and giggled like a friggen teenager. I don't think I've ever been less cool.

For a reason I will never understand, he started flirting with me. I couldn't muster up one witty thing to say. Nothing. I kept blowing my red nose, and coughing and all I could do was giggle. I couldn't tell you what he was saying, really, because as soon as we took off, my ears had popped and I lost about 75% of my ability to hear. Not that it mattered what he said. He was so hot that he could have told me that zombies existed and I'd have done nothing more than first believe him, and secondly giggle. Uncool; was I.

By the time we had reached cruising altitude, he had his hand on my thigh. What the hell? I decided to go with it. If I had gotten this far with Olivier without even trying, and looking and smelling like I did, and with snot running out my nose and a blank stare as he spoke to me, I figured I was doing OK. He reached his hand behind my head, pulled me towards him, and planted a firm kiss on what I was sure, was an icky mouth. Cough Cough.

I giggled, and pulled away, and he pushed harder... knowing, I think, that I am submissive. He kept kissing me, and tilted my neck back and started nibbling on my ears. I don't like ear nibbles, and was glad they had popped and that I couldn't hear any slurping sounds. Within a couple of minutes, Olivier asked me if I was a member of the Mile-High Club.

I am not, but like any champion, I aspire for the highest ranking in anything I do. I giggled, of course, and told him "Not yet..." and he put the armrest between us up and pulled me closer. All I did was giggle.

So we made out for a bit. Part of me cared what the people standing in line to go to the bathroom thought. Part of me wondered if the people in the seats around us knew what was going on. But the biggest... the sluttiest part of me didn't care. I was actually considering it.

I broke out in a coughing fit, and my handsome suitor found a flight attendant and got me some water. He probably could have gotten her to find a way to land the plane had he looked at her with the same eyes he was giving me. I was in. Except... cough cough snot snot.

He kept holding my hand and telling me all of the naughty things he wanted to do with me, and I think I was slowly sobering up, because I saw the Crazy that was going on here. We were less than an hour into this flight, and this man was completely talking me into fucking him in a bathroom, of all places. Not that I'm against fucking in bathrooms, but that's another story for another blog. This blog entry belongs to Olivier...

Inside my head, I was thinking the following: How could he even find me slightly attractive at this moment? There were worse things in New Orleans that I could have caught besides strep. This man was way too hot for me. People knew what was going on. It's not like I am on a dry spell and need to get laid, considering the fact that I was still recovering from the past four days of non-stop-debauchery. I wonder if I could get a screwdriver sometime soon? I wonder if 8am is too early to drink? I wonder if the bathroom is too small? I wonder if he'd put his foot in the toilet like Clark Griswold did on National Lampoon's European Vacation....

So you see, all of this is going through my mind, and Olivier the hot Canadian was whispering what I think was probably hot stuff into my clogged ear, with his sexy French accent.

I choked. I'm not sure where it came from, because if you know me, you know that I can muster up some serious sex! But with him, at this moment, all I could do was giggle and say ... "Oh Olivier, I just can't..." giggle giggle... like a God-damn moron!

But he persists, and tells me that he has a long layover in Detroit, and he'd be more than happy to allow me to stay in his room with him at the airport hotel, and he'd nurse me back to health. Well, as much as I wanted to be in the Mile-High Club, you know I wanted to be waited on and taken care of in this moment of weakness and sickness by this gorgeous military man, but still, all I could do was giggle.

The plane landed, and this man has had his hands all over my already soiled body. He had already put that proverbial notch in his belt, and frankly, I was happy for it. But as I was deplaning, I choked. He allowed me to get out ahead of him, and had to wait behind for his bag, and when I got to the end of the jet bridge, I glanced behind me, didn't see him, and bolted.

I'll never really understand why I did this. I ran. I ran like a little girl. I ran from a hot bald guy who wanted to fuck me and give me many orgasms. I know this, because he had told me he would! I ran like a God-damn school girl; chicken piece-of-shit. What the fuck? Who was I, anyway? What happened to Stefanie, and why wasn't she on her knees right this minute? 

To this day, I'll never understand what he saw in me to begin with. I'll never understand why I couldn't do it. Running through the airport to escape a beautiful man who wanted to make me feel good is not something I ever thought I'd do. It was as if it wasn't even me. I don't roll like that! And what sucks about it the most is that I know with all of my heart, that I will never get the random hot guy next to me on an airplane again. Stuff like that doesn't happen twice in a lifetime. There is no giggle giggle anymore. Just a "choke choke" and a big ol' WTF?



Mile High Club...IM Style



This is a non-fictional transcript from an actual erotic IM conversation, so you are essentially listening to the real deal, complete with its interruptions, grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. You should notice that the typing skills of the participants deteriorate as time passes and they become too excited to pay attention to such trivial details, and that the words actually become incoherent as they are obviously cumming.

The names were changed to protect the guilty. I have kept it in its IM line-styled format because it should be read and absorbed one line at a time, bearing in mind that some thoughts do overlap because both parties wrote and responded simultaneously at times.

Being that this was a two-way conversation, I cannot take full credit for this story’s content.  Many thanks go out to LT for her stimulating contribution and editing.

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Pamela says:
So it looks like we both finally have some time to play online together, it’s been awhile.

Pamela says:
Got any ideas?

Stephen says:
Have you ever had sex in an aircraft?

Pamela says:
No, I am not a member of the mile-high club…

Pamela says:
…yet…

Stephen says:
I think it would be fun

Stephen says: 	
actually, what would be really cool

Stephen says: 	
would be to have sex in one of those

Stephen says: 	
anti-gravity simulation planes

Stephen says: 	
you literally float

Pamela says: 	
wow,,,,that would be interesting...

Stephen says: 	
while flying

Pamela says: 	
but wouldn't you end up bouncing off the walls with each movement?

Stephen says: 	
the walls are padded

Pamela says: 	
I would hope so!

Stephen says: 	
could be interesting to try it

Pamela says: 	
Hey...I'd try almost anything once!


Stephen says: 
of course, body fluids would temporarily float all over too

Pamela says: 	
mmm....

Pamela says: 	
....guess I'd have to try to catch that all in my mouth then.

Stephen says: 	
just imagine boarding the plane, bucking up to take off

Stephen says: 	
when in the air, feeling your body straining against the seatbelt

Stephen says: 	
when you unbuckle it, you just drift upward

Pamela says: 	
mmm....I like floating...

Stephen says: 	
and curl into a ball while rolling upside down

Pamela says: 	
...uh oh...starting to get nauseous...

Stephen says: 	
you look over toward me and see me doing the same at the other end of the plane

Pamela says: 	
brb...

Stephen says: 	
ok

Pamela says: 	
phone

Pamela says: 	
Brb

Stephen says: 	
k

Pamela says: 	
back...

Pamela says: 	
and I took an anti-nauseant while I was at it.

Stephen says: 	
good for you

Stephen says: 	
hope you feel better

Pamela says: 	
watching you hang upside down

Stephen says: 	
push off on of the walls and propel myself in your direction

Pamela says: 	
smiles...

Stephen says: 	
just hanging there waiting..

Pamela says: 	
for you to reach me.

Stephen says: 	
reach you and wrap arms around your waist, kissing you while we both gently tumble through the air

Pamela says: 	
mmm...holding on tight...

Pamela says: 	
using it as an excuse to press against you

Stephen says: 	
Mmm

Pamela says: 	
feeling your lips warm and firm on mine..

Stephen says: 	
I feel your nipples press through your shirt into my chest

Stephen says: 	
my tongue dancing with yours

Pamela says: 	
oh my....

Pamela says: 	
running my hands down your back, to your waist..

Pamela says: 	
pulling you closer..

Stephen says: 	
kissing my way down your neck

Pamela says: 	
leaning back a bit...my ankles twined with yours...

Pamela says: 	
my hair floating around my head

Stephen says: 	
runnning my hands under your shirt up your back

Pamela says: 	
smiling at you, using one hand to push against the wall, sending us into a slow roll..

Stephen says: 	
pulling you tighter to my body

Stephen says: 	
sucking on your earlobe

Pamela says: 	
moulding myself to you...working my hands under the back of your shirt.

Pamela says: 	
shivers as your tongue touches my ear

Pamela says: 	
tugging your shirt free so my hands can slide up underneath

Stephen says: 	
mmmm

Pamela says: 	
scratching lightly over your bare bake

Stephen says: 	
my hands under your shirt

Pamela says: 	
..bare back

Stephen says: 	
causes the material covering your breasts to press against them, brushing your nipples

Stephen says: 	
kissing and sucking at your throat

Pamela says: 	
mmmm....feeling them tighten at the contact..


Pamela says: 	
running my hands along your sides...to your chest

Stephen says: 	
rolling around, you now above me

Pamela says: 	
looking down at you

Stephen says: 	
or below me

Stephen says:
hard to tell anymore

Pamela says: 	
laughs...

Pamela says: 	
tugs on your shirt...trying to pull it over your head

Stephen says: 	
I help you take it off.....cast it aside and it floats toward the other end of the cabin

Pamela says: 	
mmm....nice...tracing my fingers over your collarbone..

Pamela says: 	
down your sternum, and along your ribs

Stephen says: 	
ahhhhhhh

Pamela says: 	
circling your nipples...

Pamela says: 	
leaning over to kiss you there.

Stephen says: 	
remove my hands from your shirt

Stephen says: 	
cup your jaw with my hands

Stephen says: 	
kiss you deeply

Pamela says: 	
ah.......losing myself in your kiss

Stephen says: 	
while running hands down the sides of your neck to the top of your shoulders

Pamela says: 	
hands twining behind your head, fingers in your hair

Stephen says: 	
slowly unbutton top two buttons

Pamela says: 	
pull back to grin at you

Stephen says: 	
kiss my way down your throat

Pamela says: 	
heart thumping

Pamela says: 	
as I watch you

Stephen says: 	
begin to unbutton third button with my lips and teeth

Stephen says: 	
my nose between the top of your breasts

Pamela says: 	
chest swelling towards you...

Stephen says: 	
the tip of my nose caressing the soft skin

Pamela says: 	
arching my back


Pamela says: 	
my hands still in your hair

Stephen says: 	
the button releases and I work on button number 4

Stephen says: 	
breathing out through my nose onto your partially exposed breasts

Pamela says: 	
watching my breast begin to float now that the fabric that was restraining them is getting loose

Stephen says: 	
the button releases and I begin to kiss the exposed areas of flesh

Pamela says: 	
moans....

Pamela says: 	
and shudders as your lips touch each sensitive spot

Stephen says: 	
run hands up your back to pull you closer to my lips

Pamela says: 	
legs wrapped around yours, pulling your groin in close contact with mine

Pamela says: 	
smiling as I feel you hard against me

Stephen says: 	
I feel my penis swell as you press into me

Pamela says: 	
mmm....electricity shooting from my breasts down to my groin

Pamela says: 	
my nipples getting very hard in anticipation of your lips

Stephen says: 	
suck your nipples through the thin material of your shirt

Pamela says: 	
ooooh....loving the heat of your mouth


Stephen says: 	
the now wet material clings to your erections

Pamela says: 	
I use one hand to pull your head closer

Stephen says: 	
showing every detail of your nipples and areolas

Pamela says: 	
wanting to feel my breast in your mouth.

Stephen says: 	
pull head back to look into your eyes

Stephen says: 	
smiles

Pamela says: 	
while my other hand runs up and down your back.

Pamela says: 	
each time moving a bit lower

Stephen says: 	
gaze back to your open shirt

Stephen says: 	
mmmmm

Pamela says: 	
laughs into your eyes..

Pamela says: 	
delighted at the heat I see in them

Stephen says: 	
slowly unbutton the next button while our eyes are locked

Stephen says: 	
then the next button


Pamela says: 	
falling into your large, deep pupils, sensing your arousal

Stephen says: 	
your breasts now freed from their confines, I trace my two fingers down the sides of each breast while still looking deep into your penetrating eyes

Pamela says: 	
mmm...gasps...

Stephen says: 	
unbutton the final ones

Pamela says: 	
my breasts aching under your fingers

Stephen says: 	
pulls your bare chest into mine

Pamela says: 	
everything made more intense by your gaze

Pamela says: 	
ahh...finally...feeling myself pressed against you..

Stephen says: 	
kisses you again

Stephen says: 	
not wanting to breath

Pamela says: 	
hanging there...feeling your warmth

Stephen says: 	
just having my tongue inside you

Pamela says: 	
right from your mouth down to my toes


Stephen says: 	
your nipples pressing into my chest

Pamela says: 	
rolling my tongue around yours, playing

Stephen says: 	
mmmm

Pamela says: 	
sucking it gently

Pamela says: 	
mmm..warm and alive


Pamela says: 	
wiggling a bit to feel the friction between our chests

Stephen says: 	
I push your shirt off your arms and let it float away

Stephen says: 	
we roll again while I press my bulging groin into your crotch

Pamela says: 	
mmm

Pamela says: 	
excited to feel you hard against me

Pamela says: 	
sneaking my hands down the back of your pants

Stephen says: 	
run my fingertips down your spine

Pamela says: 	
to feel the tops of your buns

Stephen says: 	
toward your waistband

Pamela says: 	
arching my back into you as my spine follows your finger

Stephen says: 	
nibble the side of your neck down to the top of your shoulders

Pamela says: 	
mmm...so deliciously, slowly, aroused...

Pamela says: 	
taking the time to savor each new sensation

Stephen says: 	
nip at the top of your shoulder playfully

Pamela says: 	
growls

Stephen says: 	
squeeze your ass and pull you even harder into my crotch while moving my hips to grind my clothed erection into you

Pamela says: 	
mmm...rubbing against you...hips starting to undulate against you, sending us into another roll

Pamela says: 	
running my hands down your sides, over your abdomen, my fingers finding your navel

Stephen says: 	
teasingly slip a finger under your waistband to the top of your crack

Stephen says: 	
touching the soft, sensitive skin their

Pamela says: 	
grinning and squirming against you, as my fingers trace the trail of hair that moves down from your navel

Stephen says: 	
uuuuu

Pamela says: 	
moving slowly, an inch at a time,

Pamela says: 	
watching your eyes as I move


Stephen says: 	
run finger up and down tracing between the top of your cheeks

Pamela says: 	
reaching the button at the top of your pants

Pamela says: 	
teasingly dipping my finger inside

Stephen says: 	
my penis suddenly throbs as I gasp in anticipated delight

Pamela says: 	
chuckles as I feel your response, and sense you swelling upwards, towards my finger tip

Stephen says: 	
I feel the heat building

Pamela says: 	
I reach in a bit further..

Stephen says: 	
I reach both hands under your elastic waistband and over your panties to squeeze your cheeks

Stephen says: 	
mmmmm

Pamela says: 	
laughing when I fail to encounter any underwear

Pamela says: 	
arching an eyebrow at you


Stephen says: 	
I press my hips upward

Stephen says: 	
my penis probing for your fingers

Pamela says: 	
my finger finally touching the tip of you…

Stephen says: 	
feeling very cramped in my pants

Pamela says: 	
and finding it wet...

Stephen says: 	
hhhhh

Stephen says: 	
mmmmm

Pamela says: 	
sliding over the head a bit

Pamela says: 	
and then withdrawing my hand

Stephen says: 	
groans

Pamela says: 	
bringing my finger to my lips, and sucking on it deeply

Stephen says: 	
kissing your lips with your finger inside them

Stephen says: 	
my tongue wraps around your finger

Pamela says: 	
mmm...offering the finger to you

Stephen says: 	
pulls it from your mouth into mine

Pamela says: 	
smiling, and feeling myself quicken as your mouth pulls on my finger

Stephen says: 	
my hands caress your panty covered ass

Pamela says: 	
my hips instinctively press into you harder

Pamela says: 	
(this is driving me slowly, deliciously insane)

Stephen says: 	
trace the curves down to your legs

Stephen says: 	
my fingers can feel the heat building down there

Pamela says: 	
mmm....my hands move back to the button of your pants.

Pamela says: 	
and I slowly pop it open

Pamela says: 	
and run down the closed zipper with two fingers

Stephen says: 	
fingers trace along the sensitive area inside the top of your thighs

Stephen says: 	
ooooohhhh

Pamela says: 	
feeling you quiver beneath the zipper

Stephen says: 	
my penis presses against the opening

Pamela says: 	
my hand ducks further, feeling your balls tight as I cup them through the fabric

Pamela says: 	
rolling them a bit in my hand before my fingers trace there way back up the zipper

Pamela says: 	
one finger on either side of your cock

Stephen says: 	
Moans loudly


Pamela says: 	
begins to tug down on the zipper

Stephen says: 	
my finger runs between your legs

Pamela says: 	
smiling as I see your penis trying to escape

Stephen says: 	
feels how wet your panties have become

Pamela says: 	
gasping as I feel your touch between my legs

Stephen says: 	
my penis needs to be freed before it injures itself

Stephen says: 	
begin to massage your lips through your panties

Pamela says: 	
protecting your cock from the zipper, I slide it all the way down

Stephen says: 	
pressing the silky material between them


Pamela says: 	
moans

Pamela says: 	
feeling the silk slide over and between my pussy lips

Stephen says: 	
feel your slickness seeping through the material

Pamela says: 	
I untangle my legs from yours and push back

Pamela says: 	
so that I can work your pants down over your hips

Pamela says: 	
but as I pull down, you shoot up

Pamela says: 	
and you float way as I'm left holding your pants

Stephen says: 	
smiling at you, with my penis tenting in my bikini underwear

Stephen says: 	
it is my turn to lift my fingers to my lips and taste you

Stephen says: 	
on them

Pamela says: 	
ooohhh...

Pamela says: 	
not fair!

Pamela says: 	
pushing myself off the wall a bit too hard..

Stephen says: 	
sucking each digit

Pamela says: 	
I come racing back towards you

Pamela says: 	
colliding into you and moving us against the opposite wall

Stephen says: 	
grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them off with a quick movement

Pamela says: 	
laughs

Pamela says: 	
and returns the favor with your shorts

Stephen says: 	
my cock salutes you


Pamela says: 	
watching your penis bob free in front of me

Stephen says: 	
as it springs upward

Pamela says: 	
I pretend to have your cock on marionette strings...

Stephen says: 	
lol

Pamela says: 	
and watching it bob up and down as I wiggle my fingers.

Stephen says: 	
I reach out and pull you closer

Pamela says: 	
stops laughing...and feels myself pressed naked against you

Pamela says: 	
from my ankles to my shoulders
Stephen says: 	
spins you so that your ankles are now in line with my face

Pamela says: 	
woah...!

Pamela says: 	
getting my bearings

Stephen says: 	
slowly pull you up while licking my way down the inside of your left leg from your ankle to your knee

Stephen says: 	
playfully nibble my way up your inner thigh

Pamela says: 	
mmm....running my tongue along your leg as you pull me up..

Stephen says: 	
mmmmm

Pamela says: 	
my hands tracing along the backs of your legs

Stephen says: 	
finally reach your still panty-covered crotch

Stephen says: 	
quite soaked, I might add

Pamela says: 	
uh huh....

Pamela says: 	
feeling your penis bump up under my chin, saying hello

Stephen says: 	
begin to suck on the wettest part of your panties

Pamela says: 	
Oohhhhh
Pamela says: 	
jerking at the heat of your mouth

Stephen says: 	
letting my tongue press into you through the material

Stephen says: 	
my chin feels your clit pressing against the material

Pamela says: 	
squirms against you...

Pamela says: 	
and feels your cock begin to ooze along my chin

Stephen says: 	
my lips take your clit in, panties an all

Stephen says: 	
my hips press toward your face

Pamela says: 	
I use one hand to wrap around your base...


Pamela says: 	
so that I can paint my lips with the head of your cock

Stephen says: 	
ohhhhh

Pamela says: 	
rubbing your fluids over my mouth...

Pamela says: 	
before licking them off with my tongue

Stephen says: 	
my tongue pushes aside your panties so that it can lick the side of your left lip

Pamela says: 	
oooohhhh....a shiver as I feel your tongue slide along me

Pamela says: 	
as I use my tongue to slide gently over you

Stephen says: 	
I pull your drenched panties off

Pamela says: 	
using the tip to trace along the joint between head and shaft

Pamela says: 	
kicking the panties free

Stephen says: 	
and watch them float away

Stephen says: 	
a few droplets release from them and hang in the air like crystal spheres

Pamela says: 	
laughs, trying to chase them with my fingers, but missing

Stephen says: 	
my tongue dives deep into you

Pamela says: 	
ohhhhh!

Pamela says: 	
gasps.

Stephen says: 	
while my chin rubs against your clit

Pamela says: 	
oh my

Stephen says: 	
my hands squeezing your cheeks
Pamela says: 	
my hands run to the back of your ass

Pamela says: 	
pulling your hips closer to me

Stephen says: 	
my nails gently scratching your smooth ass 

Pamela says: 	
mmmm....

Pamela says: 	
alternately lost in the pleasure of your touch...

Pamela says: 	
...and the sight of your cock before me

Pamela says: 	
I wrap my mouth around your head, and just hold you there for a moment

Stephen says: 	
fingertips tracing the folds of your labia while my tongue licks deep inside

Stephen says: 	
mmm

Pamela says: 	
concentrating on the pleasure your giving me, and humming that pleasure around you

Stephen says: 	
moan into your pussy

Stephen says: 	
breathing heavily on your wet lips

Pamela says: 	
beginning to swirl my tongue around the tip of you...

Pamela says: 	
sliding into the slit to try to extract another drop or two..

Stephen says: 	
spreading your slippery slickness all over your ass

Pamela says: 	
sucking gently.

Stephen says: 	
uhhh

Pamela says: 	
ooohhhh

Stephen says: 	
tenderly resting a finger on your anus

Stephen says: 	
painting it with your slickness

Pamela says: 	
pulling your closer, drawing another inch of you in..

Stephen says: 	
feeling it slightly spasm to my touch

Pamela says: 	
jerking against you

Stephen says: 	
sucks your clit into my mouth

Pamela says: 	
oh my

Pamela says: 	
feeling a gush of wetness.

Pamela says: 	
I greedily suck in another inch of you

Stephen says: 	
slips a finger into your open vagina

Pamela says: 	
my tongue moving flat against you

Stephen says: 	
whimpers

Pamela says: 	
stroking you within my mouth

Stephen says: 	
throbbing

Stephen says: 	
feeling the inside of your mouth

Pamela says: 	

as my fingers play along the rest of your shaft

Pamela says: 	
and trace over your balls, probing and separating them gently

Stephen says: 	
oooooo

Pamela says: 	
my tongue extends long and flat against your shaft as far as it can go, still hot inside my mouth

Pamela says: 	
and then pulls back, painting you

Stephen says: 	
I’m sooo


Stephen says: 	
hard


Stephen says: 	




Mile High Club...IM Style



now

Pamela says: 	
mmmm....

Pamela says: 	
pulling you deeper...

Pamela says: 	
the angle of our position allowing you to slide your cock

Pamela says: 	
slightly curved

Stephen says: 	
begin to slide my finger in and out of you

Pamela says: 	
all the way to the back of my throat

Pamela says: 	
and down...so that my nose is buried in your hair

Stephen says: 	
while the tip of another finger enters your anus

Pamela says: 	
ooh...moans around your cock...

Pamela says: 	
sucking firmly for a moment, before I retreat for air

Stephen says: 	
my finger in your vagina curls slightly and presses against your g-spot

Pamela says: 	
oh....



Stephen says: 	
while my lips allow your clit to slip in and out of them

Pamela says: 	
so slippery and wet against your finger...

Pamela says: 	
my fingers run over your buttocks...

Stephen says: 	
my finger keeps transfering the slickness to your anus

Pamela says: 	
pulling you in, and then out...

Pamela says: 	
of my mouth

Stephen says: 	
mmmmmmm

Pamela says: 	
while I roll my clit along your mouth...

Stephen says: 	
my finger slips back into your anus

Stephen says: 	
this time a little deeper

Stephen says: 	
a little slicker

Pamela says: 	
and my hands find the crease of your buttocks

Stephen says: 	
ohhhhh

Pamela says: 	
and I trail my fingers along it, trying to judge your reaction

Stephen says: 	
my cock throbs in your mouth

Stephen says: 	
moans

Pamela says: 	
mmm....feeling you pulse along my tongue...

Pamela says: 	
my fingers delve a little deeper...tracing your skin from your spine

Pamela says: 	
following the crease

Stephen says: 	
gasps

Pamela says: 	
skimming lightly over your anus and

Stephen says: 	
mmmmm

Pamela says: 	
moving on to the base of your balls

Stephen says: 	
uhhhh

Stephen says: 	
my scrotum tightens at your touch

Pamela says: 	
then grabbing your shaft with my fingers...and moving yoru cock and my fingers into my mouth..

Pamela says: 	
making my fingers moist with my saliva

Pamela says: 	
while applying different points of pressing along your shaft

Stephen says: 	
slip two fingers into your soked puss now

Pamela says: 	
oh...arches into your hand

Stephen says: 	
move them independently

Pamela says: 	
squirming

Stephen says: 	
while finger is all the way into your rectum

Pamela says: 	
using my hand to trace back down your shaft..

Stephen says: 	
slowly moving in and out

Pamela says: 	
running my moist fingers over your balls..

Pamela says: 	
scratching that smooth slickness behind them

Stephen says: 	
hhh

Pamela says: 	
pausing my finger this time on the rim of your anus

Stephen says: 	
licking up and down your lips

Pamela says: 	
circling in around

Stephen says: 	
push toward your finger

Pamela says: 	
while drawing you in and out of my mouth..

Stephen says: 	
puckering in eager anticipation

Pamela says: 	
using my single finger on your ass to push you into my mouth...

Pamela says: 	
and that pressure causing my finger to slowly slid einto you

Pamela says: 	
just a bit at first..

Pamela says: 	
and my finger withdraw at the same time I withdraw you from my mouth...

Stephen says: 	
ohhhhhhhhhhhh gasping breath on your swollen pussy lips

Stephen says: 	
my sphincter grips your finger

Pamela says: 	
then plunging you deep into my throat again...and my finger moving deeper into your ass

Stephen says: 	
uhhhhhhhhhhh

Pamela says: 	
holding your cock and my finger still for a moment, I just feel...

Pamela says: 	
your cock throbbing in my mouth...your ass gripping my finger

Stephen says: 	
grabbing your ass I pull your pussy harder onto my mouth


Pamela says: 
and then I twist my finger, and my head..

Stephen says: 	
uhhhhh

Stephen says: 	
mmmmmm

Pamela says: 	
rolling you around in me and on me

Stephen says: 	
ohhhhhh

Pamela says: 	
withdrawing again...

Pamela says: 	
teeth scraping along your cock...

Stephen says: 	
whimper

Pamela says: 	
until my finger is almost clear...

Pamela says: 	
rubbing around the rim of your anus while I lick your head

Pamela says: 	
taking a deep breath...

Pamela says: 	
before slamming you home again..

Pamela says: 	
this time my finger plunging as deep as it can go

Stephen says: 	
my finger presses in and out of your anus to match the movements of your finger on mine
Pamela says: 	
ooohhhh

Stephen says: 	
my two fingers massage your g-spot

Pamela says: 	
wriggling against you...starting to become frantic

Stephen says: 	
while your clit seems to grow in my mouth

Pamela says: 	
losing perception of what is sliding where, and who is in whom..

Pamela says: 	
just going with the flow, rolling against you...moaning...

Stephen says: 	
moan

Pamela says: 	
sucking you deep, rolling you in my mouth, while your fingers work each other...

Stephen says: 	
want you

Stephen says: 	
now

Pamela says: 	
uh huh...

Pamela says: 	
wrapping tight around you..

Stephen says: 	
mmmmmm

Pamela says: 	
imagining you moving hard in my ass...

Pamela says: 	
pushing myself in and out of you...

Stephen says: 	
yesss

Pamela says: 	
moaning...sucking...pushing...

Stephen says: 	
ohhhhhhh

Pamela says: 	
rocking myself on your fingers...


Pamela says: 	
so....clsoe..

Pamela says: 	
mmmm

Stephen says: 	
me 2

Stephen says: 	
deeep

Pamela says: 	
curling my finger inside you...

Stephen says: 	
in you

Stephen says: 	
ohhhh

Pamela says: 	
reaching for tha tspot...

Stephen says: 	
sucking clit

Pamela says: 	
stretching you

Stephen says: 	
lickin

Pamela says: 	
sliding my pussiy over yoru face

Stephen says: 	
lips

Pamela says: 	
mmmmmmm\

Stephen says: 	
face fucking it harder

Pamela says: 	
fuckkk

Pamela says: 	
slammin

Stephen says: 	
fucking you ass

Pamela says: 	
nnnnnnnn

Stephen says: 	
with fingers

Pamela says: 	
wrapoing around you..

Pamela says: 	
stroking you

Stephen says: 	
fuck my ass

Pamela says: 	
pump;iong my fingers

Stephen says: 	
ohhhh

Pamela says: 	
working in a seocnd one...

Pamela says: 	
spreading you tight

Stephen says: 	
drinking you in


Pamela says: 	
hhhhhh

Pamela says: 	
g00000000

Pamela says: 	
jjjjjjjjj

Stephen says: 	
cock swells in y mouth

Pamela says: 	
sucikng greedy

Pamela says: 	
cummmm

Pamela says: 	
in my noth

Stephen says: 	
three fingers in puss

Pamela says: 	
moving my finger

Pamela says: 	
budking against you

Pamela says: 	
fuckign each other

Stephen says: 	
fucking u

Stephen says: 	
harder

Pamela says: 	
nnn harder

Pamela says: 	
fasae3r

Stephen says: 	
faster

Stephen says: 	
deeper

Pamela says: 	
nooowwwwww

Stephen says: 	
uuuu

Pamela says: 	
kkkkkkkkkkk

Stephen says: 	
cccccc

Stephen says: 	
cummmmmmmmmmm

Pamela says: 	
kkk

Stephen says: 	
uuu

Pamela says: 	
wow

Stephen says: 	
cummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Stephen says: 	
pants

Pamela says: 	
mmmm]\

Pamela says: 	
trhobs

Pamela says: 	
deep breaths

Stephen says: 	
very



Pamela says: 	
smiles

Pamela says: 	
strong

Stephen says: 	
smiles back

Pamela says: 	
intense

Stephen says: 	
very

Stephen says: 	
welcome to the almost mile high club

Pamela says: 	
lol...

Pamela says: 	
still panting

Pamela says: 	
the virtual mile high club

Pamela says: 	
wishing I could lick up the mess

Stephen says: 	
hee hee

Pamela says: 	
settling for cleaning up my own

Pamela says: 	
wow

Stephen says: 	
wish I could lick up YOUR mess

Stephen says: 	
very wow

Pamela says: 	
you realize...

Stephen says: 	
what?

Pamela says: 	
..that it was strictly a creative exercise...

Pamela says: 	
to help kick-start your muse

Stephen says: 	
true

Pamela says: 	
I didn't enjoy that at all!

Stephen says: 	
I could tell

Pamela says: 	
lol

Pamela says: 	
my god...

Pamela says: 	
look at the time

Stephen says: 	
I know...I also get a "bad parent award"

Pamela says: 	
uh oh...did you miss pick up?

Pamela says: 	
or just make your daughter stay at middle school, so that you could get virtually laid?

Stephen says: 	
yep

Stephen says: 	
actually, she called about an hour ago
Pamela says: 	
oh dear...you off to pick her up?

Stephen says: 	
There was no way I was going to stop with you, told her I would be there about noon or so

12:33:17 PM 	
Pamela says: 	
lol...you bad father, you!

Pamela says: 	
(but I'm glad you didn't stop!)

Stephen says: 	
she just called again. told her I was on my way

Pamela says: 	
But now you should probably go get her.

Stephen says: 	
Yes!

Pamela says: 	
go!

Stephen says: 	
will talk to you soon

Stephen says: 	
thank you for a wonderful morning

Pamela says: 	
thanks for the pleasant diversion

Pamela says: 	
lol...your welcome. Talk soon.

Stephen says: 	
get back to work now

Pamela says: 	
Bye


Stephen says: 	
bye



Mile High Club in a Balloon



The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. Just a touch of dew sparkled on the grassy in the park and there was a slight haze in the air. To the east the rocky crest of the Sandia Mountains was just getting touched by the first rays of sunrise. The sunrays streamed between the peaks like a Japanese fan. The moment was picture perfect. Then sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan broke the peaceful silence of the morning. Silky nylon fabric billowed in the rush of air as the envelope began to fill with air and the balloon came to life. This will be our first balloon ride and hopefully an experience we will cherish for life. 

We had booked the flight the day before and Don, the pilot, had told us that we would need to start early because the winds are calmer just after sunrise and the cooler air makes the balloon fly better. We hadn't gotten much sleep at the hotel the night before. In anticipation of our great adventure, we had a long night of lovemaking. So, bleary-eyed and still a little fuzzy in the head, we headed out in the dark morning to have our first hot air balloon ride. A friend of ours had recommended Don when she heard we wanted to take a balloon ride during our stay in Albuquerque. We knew that Albuquerque, New Mexico was the 'Ballooning Capital of the World' and we just couldn't pass up an opportunity to fly there. Our friend and her husband had flown with Don before so they knew he was a really fun person and, most importantly, a safe and experienced pilot. They also told us that for 'special friends' he would offer an extra bit of excitement. If we wanted to, we could join the 'Mile High Club' during the flight. Margie and I didn't even have to think about it. Yeah ... Let's do it!

We immediately contacted Don and made the arrangements for our flight. We met Don and the chase crew at a park in the west side of town and he gave us a safety briefing telling us what to expect, what to do and what not to do or touch. Ballooning is a very safe form of flying but it does have its dangers and risks. Don made sure we were informed of those and fully understood how to stay safe. He blended serious instructions with corny jokes and his style really put us at ease about the flight. The sly grin on his face told us that he was looking forward to our extra special adventure. 

The crew was well experienced and everyone jumped right in. Everything was unloaded from the trailer and laid out on the grass. The basket was quickly hooked to the envelope's cables and the burners were attached to the frame above the basket. I was assigned the job of helping to hold the throat of the balloon open so the air from the big gas engine fan could fill the balloon. Another crew member was assigned to hold the other side of the throat open. Don told Margie to just walk around and take pictures while he did, "all my important pilot stuff". The fan was started and the envelope began to fill with air. It seemed like just a few minutes until the balloon was fully inflated but still lying horizontal on the ground. Don then gave me some final instructions on how to hold the suspension cables and fabric out of the way and where to stand and then he lit the burners. At first, it was just a small pilot light, then after assuring the other crewman and I were clear ........ WHOOOOOOOSHH!! Don pulled a lever and a huge tongue of flame shot into the envelope. The blast of heat hit me and I had to turn my face away. Don hit the burners several more times and the envelope started to lift off the ground. He told us to let go of the cables and I stood back. A crewmember turned the fan off and pulled it out of the way. It was marvelous watching this huge thing rise up. After a few more blasts of the burner, the balloon was standing straight up. It was over 70 feet tall and 55 feet in diameter. Don told us it holds 90,000 cubic feet of air. Don said, "Ballooning is like group sex. We can't get it up without a little help from our friends". There was that grin again. 

After some 'housekeeping', as he put it, he plugged in the flight instruments, checked the radio and tucked loose items away and we were told to hop in the basket. There was a foothole step in the side of the wicker basket and we grabbed the metal uprights. Don said that there was no graceful way of getting in and we didn't prove him wrong. He got us situated in the basket and briefed on where to hold on and what not to touch. He also told us how to stand during take-offs and landings. Most importantly, he told us not to fall out .... well, Duh! But he explained that the landing may be kind of hard and the basket may tip over. So we had to make sure we stayed in the basket and not get tossed out. I put that bit of advice firmly in my mind for future reference! Then we were ready to go. Although we were told to hold on to the rope handles with both hands, Margie had one arm wrapped around my waist in death grip. With a few more long blasts of the burner and shouted commands to the crew to 'weigh off', we slowly left the ground. 

We didn't know what to expect but I could not have imagined how smooth the take off was. It didn't even feel like we were going up. It seemed that the ground was just dropping away below us. Don continued to hit the burner and we rose up pretty rapidly. The burner is so powerful that it does not have to left on continuously. Just short blasts between longer periods of quiet. In fact, most of the time it was eerily quiet. You could hear birds singing, people talking and dogs barking on the ground. It was amazing. We had been told that once we were in the air, the basket would be very stable and we could let go of the handholds if we wanted to. So, after a bit, I wrapped my arms around Margie and hugged her tight. I looked up and the colors of the balloon's envelope were awesome. The low sunrays shining through the side made the fabric glow like a stained glass window. This was better than I could ever have dreamed. 

Then I remembered the other part of our flight. I looked at Don and, grinning of course, he gave me a wink. Guessing what was on my mind he told us, "Well ... we are about 2000 feet above the ground and still rising." He gave the burner another long blast. "No one can see what we're doing, so if you guys what to have some extra fun you can start anytime." 

Still holding Margie tight, we kissed lightly. Then again, long and deep. Don had moved into a corner and was concentrating on the balloon ... or least that's what he appeared to be doing. While we kissed, my hands found their way to Margie's breasts. She was wearing a t-shirt, khaki shorts, panties, bra and sneakers. I could feel her nipples stiffen under the fabric. I also had on shorts, t-shirt, briefs and sneakers. Margie still seemed a little nervous and her nails were digging into my back. 

We continued to kiss and fondle and Don announced "We are passing 3000 feet up". We broke our kiss and looked around. "Oh my God!" We exclaimed in unison.

What a view! We were high above the Rio Grande valley over the outskirts of Albuquerque. Now that we were above the haze, the mountains were so clear they seemed to be right next to us even though they were actually many miles away. I stole a look at Don and he still had that sly grin on his face. He was really enjoying his job. As he hit the burners again, Margie and I kissed again. This time, she let go of her death grip on me and moved a hand around to my cock. Needless to say, I was already hard and my shorts were bulging. I had been rubbing it against her for a while now and I´m glad she finally got the hint. She stroked my cock through my shorts and then worked it until it was poking out the leg hole. She squeezed it tight and a moan escaped my lips. I'm sure it was loud enough for Don to hear. He was still grinning. I ran my hands up both sides of Margie's body under her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Both nipples where stiff and erect as I pinched them through her silky bra. I don´t know if it was because of the cool air or the excitement of the balloon ride, but I didn´t care at this point. I was just happy to feel those big hard nipples. It was her turn to moan. 

With this being our first ever balloon ride and our first ever sexual encounter in a balloon; I was really unsure of myself. I felt Margie's hesitancy also. We had never even had sex in front of someone else before. The basket is about three and a half feet wide by about four feet long. The padded rim is just up to my stomach. There are two vertical propane tanks in opposite corners. Don was squeezed into the space between a tank and a corner. We obviously couldn't lie down to fuck. I finally looked over at Don and asked him, "So, just how do we go about this?" 

He replied, "To start with, if it were me up here with that beautiful lady, I'd be naked by now." 

I'm surprised that I didn't lose at least one article of clothing over the side as I stripped out of all my clothes. Margie pulled her shirt and shorts off in a flash also. The floor of the basket was soon littered with discarded clothing. My cock was hard and sticking straight out. I grabbed Margie again and we kissed. She started stroking my cock as I unhooked her bra. Her plump breasts swayed loose then she mashed them against my chest. 

Don was grinning bigger as he took on the role of sex coach. Then he said, "Now, it depends on what you want to do, but you'll have to do it standing up. Blow jobs are easy, you stand and she kneels down. Or, you can kneel down, pick up one of her legs and eat her". 

Margie was grinning now as she broke our kiss and slowly licked and nibbled her way down until she was kneeling in front of me. With her hands on my ass she sucked me into her mouth. I looked around at the view and thought, "It just doesn't get any better than this!" Way up high in a balloon with a beautiful lady sucking my cock. 

Don's grin was even bigger. He announced that we were at 4000 feet above the ground. 

Margie sucked me for just a couple of minutes and I was ready to cum. But I didn't want that so quickly so I reached down and lifted her up. We kissed and I could taste my cock in her mouth. Then it was my turn to go down to my knees. On my way down I slid her wet panties off and they joined the pile of clothes. As my face nuzzled between her thighs, she raised one leg up and rested it on a fuel tank. She looked at Don questionably and he nodded that it was OK to do that. That was great because I was already devouring her wet pussy. I've never seen her so wet. It seemed that I couldn't lick her juices up fast enough. More quickly than she had ever climaxed before, she started cumming. With one hand on Don's shoulder for balance, she grabbed the back of my head with her other hand and pressed my face into her slit. I couldn't breathe but I didn't care. I just kept licking and sucking her clit and pussy. I was sure that people on the ground could hear her moans of ecstasy. Spasms engulfed her body and I had to help hold her up. Her supporting leg finally gave out under her and Don and I both had to keep her from falling to the floor. I think Don got a nice 'feel' in the process. His Cheshire Cat grin was getting bigger. 

Like Denver, parts of Albuquerque are a mile high in elevation. So, to get to a mile above the ground, we had to climb to over ten thousand feet above sea level. As any pilot will tell you, the air starts to get thin up there. At twelve thousand feet, you should start seriously thinking about using oxygen. The crest of the Sandia Mountains across the valley are ten thousand five hundred feet high and we were starting to see the plains of eastern New Mexico beyond the tops of the peaks. My head was starting to spin. I don't know if it was the altitude or the activity ... probably both. I've read that the first sign of altitude sickness, called hypoxia, is a feeling of euphoria. Well, I don't know about all that technical stuff but I was feeling great! Don told us to look at the altimeter in the basket. It read "ten thousand six hundred feet". Wow! We were over a mile above the ground and over two miles above sea level. 

Don pointed to the fuel tank next to him which was about three feet high with a wide, flat steel ring at the top. Almost like a stool. "The best way to fuck up here was for Margie to lean forward over the tank and then you can fuck her from behind."

This was really strange having someone coach me on how to fuck my girlfriend. But Margie had no problem taking his coaching and leaned forward over the tank. She rested her arms on the tank ring and put her chin on the padded rim of the basket. She spread her legs as wide as the basket would allow and I entered her from behind. Her pussy was wet, warm and seemed to suck me in. She moaned and bit down on the padding. I made long, slow stokes in and out of her pussy enjoying every bit of this exquisite moment. 

I looked up at Don and he was obviously enjoying the moment also. I could see the bulge in his pants. Margie was right next to him and her shoulder was rubbing on his side. She had her face turned toward him and his grin was big and wide. Margie then reached up to him, pulled his face down and planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. He didn't resist. One of her hands dropped down and started rubbing the bulge in his pants. 

Obviously, Margie wanted to get Don involved so I asked, "Can you fly the balloon and get a blow job at the same time?" 

His grin broke into a huge smile and he said, "Sure, we're just cruising along now. I only have to hit the burner every minute or so. I think I can multi-task here." 

Margie didn't take any coaxing. As I pulled out of her pussy, she stood up and kissed Don again full on the lips. Their tongues intermingled and his hands caressed her breasts. I wondered if he could taste my cock in her mouth. The thought of that gave me a strange sensation. Carefully, Don sat up on the ring at the top of the fuel tank and leaned back against the metal upright of the basket frame. From there he could still reach the burner handle and give it a blast every so often to maintain our altitude. He then helped Margie loosen his belt, unfasten his pants and unzip his zipper. I think he's done this before. Margie pulled out his erect cock and immediately slid her mouth down on it. She rested her arms on his thighs as her mouth and hands worked on his cock. Don still had his heavy leather pilot gloves on. One hand was on the burner lever and the other on the back of Margie's head. Damn, the image of that leather glove guiding Margie´s head was so sexy. I need to get some of those. I resumed fucking her again with long, slow strokes. 

The experience was almost more than I could handle. My head was spinning, my cock was throbbing and my knees were weak. The smile on Don's face had changed to an expression of glee. Margie's head was bobbing up and down on his cock and she was pushing her butt back into my thrusts. Don hit the burner and the extra heat made beads of sweat run down my face. Margie's moans turned into screams as an orgasm engulfed her. Her mouth came off Don's cock as spasms coursed through her body. Her hand was still squeezing his shaft and the head was bulging big and red. I couldn't hold back any longer and jets of hot cum shot into her pussy. I could feel the warmth and extra lubrication it provided as I continued to fuck her. We stroked and thrust in unison as we climaxed together. Finally, as our spasms calmed down, she returned her attention to Don's cock and resumed sucking him. My cock was still hard enough for me to keep giving her those long deep thrusts she loves so much. She sucked and stroked him rapidly and he announced that he was going to cum. Margie loves for men to cum in her mouth and she stayed down on his cock. I increased my pumping speed taking advantage of the last vestiges of my hard-on. He moaned and jerked as his semen rushed into her mouth and down her throat. My renewed efforts gave her another orgasm and I knew she was in Heaven. She continued to pump and suck him, and I continued to pump her, until both our cocks were depleted and finally went soft. She continued to suck and lick Don until she had cleaned up every hot milky drop. 

It took a while for our breathing and heart rates came back down to a more normal level and I said, "Damn, that was something else, ... Uhhhhh? ... Don? Are you still flying?" 

He jerked out of his reverie and instinctively hit the burner. He quickly looked at the altimeter and sighed with relief, "Uh, yeah, we're fine ... still over ten thousand feet". Margie stood up and Don slid off the tank. She turned toward me and without warning, locked her lips to mine. As her tongue entered my mouth, I could taste the remnants of Don's cum. I had never tasted another man's cum before and it gave me that strange sensation again. I'm not bi or anything but surprisingly, I wasn't repulsed by this. It was strangely exciting. We just might need to look into this some more.

Well, all good things must come to an end and what goes up must come down. We collected ourselves and got dressed while Don concentrated on our descent back to earth. Margie and I cuddled together as we were finally able to fully enjoy the scenery. We descended more rapidly than we had gone up and all too soon we were just over the tree tops approaching an open field. Don again reminded us where to hold on and how to stand for the landing. And to not fall out! He called the chase crew on the radio and directed them to our landing site. They were there waiting on us. I thought it would be bumpy but with the help of the crew, he set it down softly in a clump of weeds next to a dirt road. With the crew holding us down, Don told us we could get out. After we were once again standing on solid ground, Don pulled a red rope and our beautiful balloon deflated to the ground. We helped the crew disassemble the balloon and pack it up. We all climbed into the van and drove back to the park where we had started an hour and a half ago.

At the end of all balloon flights the tradition is to have a champagne toast to commemorate our experience. As we toasted each other with champagne in plastic cups, Don recited the Balloonist's Blessing:

"The Winds have welcomed you with softness. The Sun has blessed you with his warm hands. You have flown so high and so well that God has joined you in your laughter and He has set you gently back again into the loving arms of Mother Earth. "

I don't know if the crew knew what had happened up there but, if they did, they showed no sign of it. I guess that just like Vegas, 'what happens in the air... stays in the air!' I shook hands with Don and Margie hugged him and gave him a light "sisterly" kiss. We said our goodbyes, got into our rental car and as we drove away, Don waved to us with that now familiar sly grin on his face. 

All I could think of was, "It's a tough job but somebody has to do it. Why can't I find a gig like that?" We still had some time before we had to check out of the hotel room so we hurried back for round two and to plan our next adventure. Maybe sex on roller coaster? A train? A plane? Sky diving...?



Mile High Delight



The steady hum of the aeroplane's engine was soothing as I settled under my blanket and shut my eyes in that semi relaxed state before sleep.

The lights had been lowered for the passengers to settle for the eleven hour flight and apart from the odd flicker of the in-flight DVD players on the back of seats, all was very peaceful and quiet. 

This was the start of a new beginning for me. I had just landed a top job with a new company and secured a new apartment.

I was having two weeks leave before I started, to get used to my new surroundings. My gear had been sent on ahead so all I had to do was move into the apartment and arrange my belongings. Maybe buy a few new items but then, it was sun, sea and sand and, smiling to myself, maybe a little sex too if I was lucky.

I must have drifted off awhile and was then awoken by air turbulence. I found I had shifted in my sleep and sprawled over on to the guy in the next seat. My head was resting on his muscular, toned chest and his chin was resting on my head. I could smell his expensive cologne, a sporty, ocean sea fragrance and very pleasant. I was a little alarmed he might be annoyed.

I flattened my hand to his chest ready to move away, but his voice suddenly spoke, softly, "No, stay. I like it."

His voice was strong, masculine and I could feel the vibrations of his voice carry through his chest to my resting ear. It felt nice, sexy, soothing and I felt the first quivers of attraction. I stilled and wondered, "What now?" 

He stroked my hair and gently placed loose strands behind my ear, with a gentle, "mmmm."

He then caressed my hair, twirling it between his fingers and I lent into him a little more, letting him know, I liked it, I liked it very much. Who wouldn't like their head and hair caressed. It was so relaxing and sensual.

He pulled it a little to move my head closer to his shoulder, so he could talk to me better.

"You like me don't you?" He whispered, "I saw you looking earlier, wanting to get to know me better, but I think you are shy." 

He was right, I was. I nodded and he chuckled. 

"Well I like you a lot too. I want you to show me that you like me." 

He moved his hand to mine under the blanket, hidden from view, hidden from any possible prying eyes of the sleeping passengers nearby. 

"Do you know what I mean?" He lifted my hand and placed it boldly on his crotch. My breath caught. I should be offended, but strangely, I was not offended at all. In fact I was quite excited by his bold arrogance. 

I could feel he was hard already and impressively big. I ground my hand on his covered member, feeling him on top of his trousers. Then, I stretched out my hand, five digits, stiff and spread out, pushing my palm out and rubbed along his length. My inner hand was sensitive and his hardness quite pleasant as I moved up and down him.

"Like this," I whispered, feeling very naughty, touching a stranger I had barely spoken to.

I could feel my body respond to the situation, and to him. I was hot, flushed and a dampness seeped into my underwear. 

"That's it, exactly like that. Now unzip me, take me out." His voice was authoritative and commanding. He was obviously a man, used to taking control.

I followed his instruction and slowly took the zip down, pushing my hand inside, feeling his hardness and pulling him out carefully, making sure he didn't get caught on his fly. I began to stroke him gently. He was silky smooth, warm and circumcised.

"Mmmmm." He groaned and panted a little between his words, "That feels so good. Now suck me, Oh, and you should know, I have an ass fetish and I like yours very much." He leaned closer to my ear, "And I looked at yours several times in the Airport Lounge."

My heart pounded, at his words. I moved my head under the blanket. I felt him spread the blanket over both of us, totally covering my body except for my ankles, and then, covering himself to his chest. Our movements were hidden from sight.

I felt the heat from his body and my face flushed as I moved to suckle him. His scent was intoxicating. I continued to stroke him and put his crown to my lips and kissed him.

He was wet, oozing precum and I tasted him, rolling his seepage on my tongue. I began to lick his head, cupping his balls and massaging him.

I licked his ridges and full length from his balls to his tip and back again. My tongue was eager and I ensured every part of his rod received attention. I found his tiny opening and rimmed him enjoying his reaction as he stiffened and circled his hips.  

His one hand pushed into my waist band, his arm fully out stretched, testing to see how far he could reach.

Then I felt him, withdraw his hand and then return to smother something cool and greasy into the valley of my bottom. 

"His ass fetish!" I thought and mused if the greasiness was butter, from the meal we'd had earlier, but quickly forgot the thought as I felt him rim my anal star with his finger, spreading the lubrication and dipping in slightly. 

His probing finger was very exciting and again I felt my underwear dampen in excitement. He pushed a finger inside me and I gasped at the sudden invasion. 

Pleasure shot throughout my body as he started to move his finger in, then out and small circular twists inside my anal passage. The movements were slow, sensuous and repeated. I moaned on his cock as he continued to stimulate and build my sexual craving. 

"Wicked on the plane like this, isn't it?" He said softly so only I could hear him, not really expecting an answer. 

His other hand moved underneath the blanket pushing my head fully on his erection. He was so big I nearly gagged, but soon managed to adjust and get into the rhythm, directed by his guidance.

There was no doubt, this man was a vibrant, handsome and fit alpha male who took care of his body, physically and hygienically. He knew what he liked and was confident enough to make it known both verbally and with his body actions. This inner confidence fed my attraction to him. 

He fucked my head and finger fucked my ass, soon followed by another finger entering my body. He felt wonderful and was soon moving my ass to match a rhythm to that of my mouth.

The damp patch on my underwear was ever growing. I was very excited and started to ache with an increasing need.

I was enjoying our naughty, wicked liaison when suddenly his fist clenched on my head, pulling and bunching my hair with it, forcing me to stop. I felt the pleasant tightness as he squeezed my hair, pulling at the roots on my scalp.

He slowly pulled me up to his shoulder again and I could hear his ragged breathing and saw his chest rose in quick small pants.

"Are you in the Mile high club?" He asked

I shook my head, smiling at the thought. It would be a first time experience for me.

"Well, you will be soon. Go to the restroom. Take your underwear down and wait for me. I will knock 5 times, 2 quick knocks, then 3 quick knocks."

I nodded and quickly fixed my clothing, ready for the short walk there.

"Wait," he commanded, "You will need these." He pushed three small foiled rectangle butters into my hand.

"I just want your ass. I love anal sex. Make sure you are prepared for me." He smiled at me, and my tummy flipped over. "I am going to fuck that beautiful ass of yours hard. Now go."

His words heightened my excitement and the anticipation of what this handsome big man was going to do to me. 

I could barely contain my excitement. My body was flushed and excited like never before. The dampness between my legs confirmed his skilled physical and verbal stimulations. 

I could still feel and hear those words he whispered to me, "Are you in the Mile High club?" "Well you will be soon" 

I reached the restroom and entered it, quickly sliding the lock in place to register, "Engaged." The space was restricted but would just about hold the two of us. 

I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was flushed, my eyes were sparkling and I could see the wicked, excited gleam in them.

I watched myself in the mirror as I downed my lower clothing and fondled the cheeks of my ass. The cool air teased my nakedness and was enhanced by reruns of me,sucking on my stranger's cock and his sweet ass caresses back in the seated fuselage. 

My mind replayed his sexy, deep, manly voice, "I have an ass fetish" 

Delightful shivers ran down my spine at the thought and my anticipation built.

I unwrapped the butter and smeared it in between my buttocks, spreading the grease around my special star and fingered myself. The sensation was exquisite. My anticipation climbed higher still as I touched myself but resisted the urge to do more.

The door was suddenly knocked, 2 quick knocks followed by a further 3.

My heart thumped in my chest. My stomach tightened and my breath was shaky.

I unlocked the door and he entered the restricted space. 

He turned me round and grabbed my hair again, forcing me to look at him in the mirror. 

"Watch me in the mirror," he commanded holding my gaze. 

I put my hands on the wall, my naked bottom slightly pushed out. He ground against me. His bulging cock was evident in his trousers. 

"I don't make love, I fuck" He warned, as if asking for my consent.

I nodded. 

He reached down, brushing my buttocks and released his hardened staff and then guided it to my star. He covered my hands with his, trapping me in place.

He ground more, teasing, circling and probing my entrance with his tip. All the time, he held eye contact with me. 

"Nothing else interests me, just your ass." He whispered, nuzzling my ear and hair. "I like talking dirty in your ear." 

I nodded again.

He smiled and muttered, "Good, very good," and with that he gave one big thrust, entering me hard, and catapulting me into the exclusive membership of "The Mile High Club"

He filled me totally and I gasped and groaned at his size and girth as he stretched me and held there a moment. I clenched my ass on his embedded cock and he smiled approval at me and began to circle his hips, making sure I felt every inch of his cock buried in my body.

He leaned into my ear, keeping that eye contact in the mirror. "You like my cock in you. Don't you?" 

I nodded. He seemed pleased by my silent answers.

"You like the feel of it stretching your tight little ass?" 

I nodded.

"You like offering yourself to me don't you?"

I nodded.

"Are you my sexy little ass whore?" 

I nodded.

"And my little whore, likes to be fucked there." 

I nodded.

"Good. Touch yourself." 

I pulled my hand from underneath his on the wall, and reached between my legs.

"Let me hear you groan." 

I caressed and fondled and rubbed rhythmically, up and down, slowly, sensuously, and groaned softly for him.

"Good," He pulled my hair tighter. He smiled at me. "How turned on are you right now?"

"200%" I whispered without hesitation.

"I think being my sex toy, excites you." 

I nodded again, my eyes blazed with desire.

"Good, you excite me. You please me," He nuzzled and I felt his growth beard gently scrape my facial cheek.

"Push your ass into me." 

I did as he asked and he moaned, still circling and grinding softly.

"Tell me what you want?" He demanded.

I locked eyes with his in the mirror, "I want you, I want you to fuck me."

"Again,Louder" He instructed.

"I want you to fuck me." I raised my voice a little louder this time, in my answer to him.

"Ask nicely." He ground into me more, and my breath became shaky, shallow pants.

"Fuck me. Fuck your little Ass Whore, Fuck me, please," I am excited and impatient now and he knew it. 

He smiled, and withdrew, leaving just the crown of his penis resting in my anal cavity and then entered me again in a forceful thrust,"Like this?" He growled.

"Yes." I gasped again at his size.

"Keep touching yourself," he demanded and moved my free hand on the wall a little more central to my body, but still allowing for that eye contact. He took hold of my waist, his fingers gripped me strongly, just above my hips and he began to fuck.

He maintained a slow steady rhythm at first, enjoying my body, enjoying my ass. My fresh, tight and buttery cavity thrilled him as he slid in and out. He moved in smooth, strong and determined strokes.

And then he started to move faster, taking his pleasure in my body. I responded, saw the male , lusty desire in the mirror.

A sight framed there, that will, forever be imprinted in my mind. My guilty pleasure in those quiet "me moments" alone. 

My body was on fire and I thrust back for him to take me as deep as he wanted. I rocked to his rhythm and he took me harder still.

I was hot, flushed and seeped my own wet pleasure at the anal sensation and self touching. I moaned and grunted a little as he reached deep inside me, physically and emotionally, awakening my deep sexual spirit within.

He began to groan and growl as his pleasure built. His primitive need was taking over, losing control in our moment. He was in total,lusty fuck mode now, banging his hips into my buttocks.

My cheeks wobbled and slapped against him with the intensity of his thrusts. His claiming of me was deep and primitive. My excitement rocketed as he took and invaded, and I maintained a steady rubbing rhythm at the same time. My hand expertly self pleasured, turning my desire just as greedy and selfish as the man behind me.

I felt my orgasm build, it was going to be intense. I felt him stiffen and his rhythm changed. I knew he was close, teetering on that amazing precipice of total sexual release. 

And then, and then, he toppled into it. The sight in the mirror so special as his hand moved to my throat and neck, and squeezed a little tight. 

He growled and pulled at my hair with his free hand before, withdrawing from me and spurting his excitement all over my cheeks.

It was all too much and I exploded too. 

My legs weakened and shook and I groaned with him. My release was as intense as his. He held me, gripping my throat and hair, as much for his balance as mine. Both of us were breathing harsh and ragged.

As his jerking body, finally returned to normality, he reached down and massaged his semen into my bottom cheeks, fondling each buttock. His movements were slow and purposeful, taking his enjoyment of my toned cheeks to fulfill his fetish.

"That was a beautiful moment." He whispered as he felt my butt. "I do like sexy asses," he chuckled, "and yours is certainly in that category."

I smiled back at him, "I'm glad," I murmured back. 

He put himself away and fastened his clothing back up and I began to fix myself too.

He stroked his knuckles on my cheek, "Who knows, we may get the same flight back." 

I grinned back at him, "You never know."

"Meet you back at the seats, I think we may both sleep the night away now," and with that he was gone.

Alone in the toilet, I washed and cleaned myself up. 

My underwear was still wet with my pleasure. I smiled to myself in the mirror, "The Mile High Club, who would have thought?" and a satisfied and pleased giggle escaped my lips.

I returned to my seat and saw he had already settled. I got comfy in my seat and soon my eyes shut as I drifted into a very satisfied sleep. 

I awoke to the rattling of the cabin crew going about their business and the Captain informing us the aeroplane would be landing soon.

My special stranger, smiled at me. "I saved you breakfast and an orange juice. I thought you may need the rest" 

"I did," I smiled back. I stretched and then ate and sipped my fruit juice. By the time I had washed and cleaned my teeth, we were fastening our seat belts ready to land.

We were soon sorting our baggage from the overhead lockers and passengers had stood up getting ready to leave.

"Wait," My stranger called as I was pushed slowly along the aisle by other passengers, "My card, you know, if you ever," he grinned at me. 

I reached out and took it, "Sure, if I ever"

I glanced at it briefly, noting the deep crimson colour and corner logo of a blue Capital letter J. On the other side was the front image of an expensive white sports car on a blue and black background with his name and number emblazoned across it.

He seemed to be some sort of designer for the company. 

"I'm Julian." He told me his name, "And yours?"

"Nigel," I answered and then was swept away into the bustling, exiting crowd.

Julian lent back in the seat for a moment, waiting for the right moment and the room in the gaggle of busy passengers to collect his own belongings.

He shut his eyes briefly, thinking of that moment in the toilet cubicle.

"Nigel, Nigel, nice name, mmmm, that man had one very, very, sexy ass indeed. Were they ever destined to meet again?" 

Then the moment was disturbed and he too, got ready to leave.

THE END 



Mile High Domme



Randy wasn't too hot on flying, and this trip was no exception. He hadn't seen his girlfriend Lisa in almost five months, and was ready to make up for lost time. The plane was almost full, and Randy watched out the window, as the baggage cars pulled away from the plane. The sky was almost dark, and Randy settled himself in for the long, cross-country flight. He closed his eyes, and tried to relax, but was disturbed when another passenger took the empty seat next to his.

He smiled and nodded to the woman that sat down. Randy was quiet, but his brain was letting out a long whistle. The woman had short black hair, slightly tanned skin, and was attractive by any standard. She was dressed in a white satin blouse, short black skirt, and shiny black boots. 'Wet Dream' was what Randy and his buddies would have called her. Randy returned to himself, and closed his eyes. He quickly began to doze as the plane waited to leave.

Randy woke slowly, to find someone shaking his arm.

"Hey, You should wake up, or your gonna miss dinner." The voice was saying.

Randy finally woke up, and found that it was the lady next to him, that was shaking his arm.

"I'm sorry, I must have dozed off." Randy told her while stretching.

"Dozed? You slept through the entire takeoff. The stewardess is taking everyone's dinner order. It's a long flight, so I didn't want you to miss dinner. Some of these stewardess won't wake you, and then you end up with some dried up piece of meat, and a warm salad." She told him with a smile.

"Thanks. I've been hungry since I left for the airport, and I didn't have a chance to grab something at the airport." he replied gratefully.

"Well, don't be too happy. Airline food isn't the greatest you know.

"Yeah, but it ranks better than vending machines." Randy laughed.

"I go to college out here, and I have to study a lot to keep my scholarship. I usually miss dinner in the dining hall, and have to eat from the vending machines. Any kind of cooked meal is a treat." he explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry, my names Randy." he said, finally introducing himself.

"Nice to meet you Randy. My names Christine." she said, amused at how chatty Randy was.

The conversation was stunted once the stewardess served dinner. Christine was right, the dinner was less that spectacular. Randy didn't care much about the dinner, because he was paying more attention to Christine than his food. Randy was finding her very attractive, but tried to keep his interest to only a few side glances. He wanted to resume their conversation after dinner, but was disappointed when Christine pulled a lap-top from her carry on bag. She plugged in a pair of headphones, and began to work while listening to a CD. 

Randy began to flip through the magazines that the airline had provided. They were the standard mix of fashion, news, and travel magazines, but he was unable to find anything interesting. Randy decided to go back to sleep, but the screen on Christine's laptop caught his eye. He tilted his head to try and get a better look. The screen was showing a picture of a woman sitting on a mans face, at least that is what it looked like. Before Randy could sneak another peek, the screen changed. The next picture was very clear, and left no doubt in his mind. It was of a woman, wrapping a cord around a restrained mans cock. The woman was smiling cruelly as she wrapped the cord tightly.

Randy's eyes were wide as he looked at the picture. He was unconscious to the fact that he had leaned closer than he expected, and was being watched intently by Christine.

"See something interesting?" Christine asked him after a few seconds.

Randy was knocked back to his senses, and was instantly embarrassed.

"Uh...um... I'm sorry, I was just..." he tried to explain. 

"It's no problem." She told him. "These are a few shots from a seminar I attended this week."

"A seminar?" he asked

"It was a seminar for Dommes. There were a lot of demonstrations." she said frankly. "Does that shock you?"

"Well, I've seen stuff on the web, and played a few games, but nothing that serious. It's just different...to talk to someone about it." he tried to explain.

"It's a big part of my life. You could say it's a hobby, but it's a little more than that." she told him.

It was now Christine's turn to be chatty. She explained her thoughts and philosophy on domination. Randy found that he agreed with most of what she said, and was even becoming aroused by the subject.

"I think that everyone has both a dominant and a submissive side. Most people fall on one or the other side of the line, but should try and explore the other side as well." she told him.

"I don't know if I could ever be as submissive as some of the people in stories that I have read. It seems that there is a lot of humiliation in it." Randy said after they had talked for a while.

"But those are stories. Real life is something totally different. Submission means different things to different people." She countered. "Most people that explore their submissive side, find it to be a sensual and lifting experience. When You submit, and give up control, you become free to enjoy. You become free of the burden of responsibility." Christine added.

"Has Your girlfriend ever caught you off guard? Has she ever taken over while having sex?" she asked.

"Oh yeah." he nodded, somewhat embarrassed.

"Wasn't it great?" Christine asked with a sly smile.

Randy had to think for a second, but a smile soon came to his face. "It was great." he said.

"See, it was the lack of control and the lack of responsibility. You didn't think about anything. You didn't plan. You didn't have a goal. She was doing the leading, you were following. Now, lets take it a step further. If she guided you to do things that she enjoyed, and you enjoyed them as well, isn't that all right?" She continued.

"Well yeah." Randy nodded.

"Well there you go. She dominated you, and you submitted. Both of you received pleasure. A true Domme receives pleasure, but does not neglect her submissive. The submissive also receives pleasure." she finished.

Randy had to nod his head and absorb what she had said. She made a lot of sense.

"Was that guy in the picture enjoying being tied like that?" he asked, somewhat skeptical.

Christine smiled. "He came like a river when the lady let him go. I for one know that he is not into pain, so it must have felt pretty good. You just need to have the ability to experiment. If You don't experiment, how will you ever find new ideas." She said.

"Men usually have a hard time. They are raised on preconceived notions, as to what and what isn't masculine. It usually takes a competent woman to show them that there is more to life." Christine said.

"My girlfriend Lisa is pretty plain. I don't think she would get into this kind of stuff. She doesn't really like to even change positions very often." Randy said with a shrug.

"Women usually learn through reading. I'll send a few articles to you through e-mail. That might get her interested." Christine offered.

"That would be great. Maybe she will get interested." Randy replied. "I hope so too. This does seem like pretty interesting stuff."

Christine nodded, and her eyes glanced down at the lump in Randy's pants. She reached over, and laid a hand on his lap, giving his hard cock a squeeze.

"Well, I know of one fellow who finds it interesting." she laughed, causing Randy to flush red with embarrassment. 

"Don't worry, it's a natural reaction." she said., then leaned closer to him. 

"How about this. When people start to fall asleep, we can slip back to the bathroom. I'll give you a lesson you won't forget." she whispered.

Randy found that he had to force himself to breathe. "Um...Okay...you bet." He struggled to respond.

Christine and Randy passed the next few hours by looking at photos on her laptop. Randy was amazed by the things that were being done. He was even more surprised to see Christine in a few of the pictures. She was dripping red candle wax onto the nipples of a pretty girl. The girl seemed to be enjoying the wax, and the later pictures of her dripping wet pussy proved it.

It didn't take long for the lights to start dimming, as people settled in to sleep. Christine made a quick glance around, then whispered to Randy. "Give me about 4 minutes, then come to the bathroom. Tap quietly on the door, and I'll let you in. Try to make sure no one sees You." she told him. Randy nodded, and tried not to watch as Christine retrieved her purse, and headed for the bathroom.

The next four minutes seemed like an eternity to Randy. He kept glancing at his watch, and was almost dreading the time to come. When the four minutes was up, he glanced around the cabin, then quietly stood up. He made his way down the aisle like a child sneaking into the kitchen to rob the cookie jar. He was sure that everyone was only pretending to be asleep, and that they all knew what he was up to. Randy made it to the bathroom, his heart beating like a hammer. Luckily, only one bathroom was occupied, and he tapped the door gently. The unoccupied sign slid into view as the door was unlocked, and Randy quickly let himself in.

"I was beginning to think that You might have changed your mind." Christine told him. The room was full with the scent of her perfume, and Randy took a deep breath.

The bathroom was already a close fit and Christine made it closer by pulling Randy to her by the hand. She didn't say a word, but pulled him closer, and pressed her lips tightly to his. Randy was caught off guard, but kissed her back passionately. Christine kissed him strongly, her hands squeezing his back as she thrust her tongue between his lips. Randy almost felt overwhelmed. He had never had a woman make such strong movements. It was if she were demanding a kiss, taking what she wanted. Randy tried to keep up with her movement, but was almost lost as her hot steamy breath filled his nose. He was breathless when she finally broke the kiss, and backed away from him.

"Sit down." she said, pointing to the toilet.

Randy obeyed, and sat down on the toilet.

"Now, I like to be worshiped. All women love to be worshiped. Some like to have their feet or their legs worshiped. I prefer to have a slave worship my pussy and my ass. They are both heavenly as you will see." she said to him.

Christine turned around, leaning on the counter across from the toilet. She slid her skirt up slowly, revealing the twin moons of her ass, and her bare pussy. She arched her back, and thrust backward, bringing her ass mere inches from his face.

"Lick it." was all she told him.

Randy inched forward, and ran his tongue down the cleft of her ass. The scent of her pussy was strong, and Randy gave it a tentative lick. He loved eating pussy, and soon drilled his tongue between her lips, lapping at the sticky cream that he found. Randy sucked on her lips, trying to remember the things that he had read in stories. Her wiggling hips told him that he was on the right track, and he burrowed deeper into her wet slit. Christine began to pump her hips backward, and Randy got the idea. He began to drive his tongue deeper into her, his chin rubbing hard against her clit.

"That's it. Give it to me." Christine coaxed him. "I want to feel that tongue licking deep. I don't want you to miss a drop of my cum."

Randy wasn't used to talking while having sex, and her encouragement was working wonders. He pressed even harder, trying to push his tongue even deep into her slit. Randy's mouth was dripping with her juices, and his nose was filled with the pungent scent of her arousal. It wasn't long before she began to hump back with firmer thrusts. She pressed back so hard, that Randy was forced to press forward, to keep from being dislodged from his seat. Christine began to shudder, and her pussy pressed wetly to Randy's mouth. She barely made a sound as she came, but her hips ground heavily against his face. 

"Suck it all. Don't spill anything." she hissed.

Randy kept sucking, drinking down her salty juices as it flowed from her pussy. He kept licking until Christine pulled away, and turned around.

"Now, for lesson number two." Christine said as she placed a foot on the railing of the toilet, bring her pussy back to Randy's face.

"I have pee sometimes when I cum, and I hate to have to run to the bathroom right after a good orgasm. Luckily, we are in a bathroom already, and you're here." she told him.

"Okay, let me get up so you can go." Randy said. He was somewhat disappointed that the fun was going to end because she needed to go to the bathroom.

"No, You stay put." she said, pushing him back down with a quick move of her foot.

"You should be happy to take anything that your Mistress gives you. You will drink my pee, and be thankful for it." Christine told him in a stern voice.

"Hey, wait a minute..." Randy started. He was cut off quickly as she moved her foot to his crotch. She pressed the heel of her boot into his crotch, causing him to squirm in discomfort.

"You will do what I tell You, or You will be punished. You won't like the punishment." she told him, and accented it with a twist of her boot.

Randy knew that he was getting a lot more than he had bargained for, but was trapped. If he made too much noise, they would be discovered. If he didn't do what she said, then he could be in for some major pain. He decided to do what she told him to do. 

"Okay." was all that Randy could say.

"Good boy. See, all you have to do is what I tell you. Relax and enjoy." she told him as she wiggled back into position. Christine put her hand on his head, and guided him forward, until his mouth was pressed to her pussy.

"Now, I'm going to start slowly. I don't want You to spill a drop, otherwise you'll end up with wet a wet shirt and pants." she told him.

Randy closed his eyes, and felt her move. He waited nervously as she ran her fingers through his hair. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, and finally calmed down. A few clicks caught his attention, and he opened his eyes. He looked up, to see that Christine was holding a digital camera in her free hand, and must have been taking picture.

"Come on. Don't be afraid. You'll like it." she told him in a soothing voice.

"Are You ready? " she asked.

Randy nodded, and kept his mouth pressed to her pussy. He could feel her stomach move, and then felt a warm trickle flow into his mouth. The trickle quickly stopped, and he tasted his first taste of her pee. It tasted slightly salty, but not bad, and he found it easy to get used to. Randy gave a few licks, and heard the click of the camera again. The next trickle was a little stronger, and he drank it more eagerly. The next spurt was stronger, and turned into a steady stream. The stream wasn't too powerful, and Randy kept up with the flow easily.

"Pull away a bit, I want to see you drink." Christine told him.

Randy was careful and pulled away slightly. He at her pussy, watching the arc of yellow stream into his open mouth. Randy heard the camera click a few more times, then the stream began to weaken. He pressed his mouth to her pussy as to not lose a drop, and licked her deeply when she was done.

"Good boy. You picked that up quickly." she told him, her fingers running through his hair. "Now, you deserve a reward. Besides, I want to get a look at that cock. Stand up, and get those pants off.

Randy stood up, and quickly shucked is pants off. He looked comical as he struggled to get his pants and underwear over his shoes. Christine waited patiently for Randy to finish, and reached into her bag while he was getting ready. When Randy stood up, he was like a kid looking for candy. His cock bobbed stiffly in front of him, as he shifted from one foot to the next.

"Hmm...nice cock. I prefer them in all sizes. They're so much fun to play with." Christine said with a grin. She opened her hand, and let Randy see the black rubber device in her hand. She leaned forward, and slid the rubber device down his cock. Once the rubber band was at the base of his cock, she tightened it. Randy let out a low groan as the band constricted around his cock. He could feel the veins in his cock bulge, and his organ grow thicker. He shivered when Christine wrapped her fist around his shaft, and gave it a few tugs.

"That's real good." she commented.

Christine backed up, and then hopped up onto the counter. She drew her legs up, and spread her legs, her pussy glistening and wet. 

"Come on and get it." Christine invited him.

Randy didn't need any more encouragement, and quickly moved to the counter. The counter was low, and he had to bend his legs slightly to get the right angle. Once he found the right height, he pushed forward, his cock slipping almost all the way in.

"Ah ah. Slower. I am not a piece of meat. Take your time." Christine reprimanded him.

Randy tried to slow down, and enjoy the feel of her slick pussy, but found it hard to do. Christine's' pussy was very wet, and her juices leaked out on to the counter. Christine grabbed his hands, and held them on the counter. Randy was forced to use nothing but his hips, and the motion made him wanted to cum even more. Within a few minutes, he was breathing heavily, and sweat poured down his face. "It's your duty and pleasure to please me. I like a nice, slow and steady fuck." Christine told him as she enjoyed his thrusting.

Randy's back was beginning to cramp, as he strained to cum. He tightened his muscles, and deepened his thrusts, but nothing seemed to work. The strap around his cock was keeping him hard as a rock. Christine knew what he was trying, and let him. After another few minutes, Randy began to run out of steam, but desperately tried to keep up the pace. He was almost frantic when Christine pulled him forward, stopping his thrusts.

"That was really good. You need to learn to pace yourself, but not bad." Christine said, then gave him a short kiss. "Okay, back off." she instructed him.

Randy did as she said, and watched as she got down from the counter. "Okay, You get up and sit how I was." she told him, pointing to the counter.

Randy was puzzled, but he complied as she dipped back into her bag. He eyes popped and he almost hopped out the counter when Christine pulled an odd, blue, cock shaped dildo from her purse. She followed it up with what looked like a black leather g-string. The dildo was actually two dildos, each facing away from each other, and connected by a strap of latex. Randy watched as Christine pushed one of the dildos deep into her pussy, and then began to slip on the g-string. The g-string, which Randy now recognized as a harness, hugged her hips perfectly, and held the dildo firmly in front of her.

Christine stroked her fake cock with one hand, and pulled a tube of KY-jelly out of her purse with the other.

"A submissive has to know how to accept the cock of a Mistress. My cock is a symbol of my power over you. It is a natural part of me." Christine told him as she opened the tube of KY. She squirted some of the lubricant on her fingers, and began to wipe them around Randy's exposed ass hole.

"Look, I haven't ever did anything like this..." Randy began, but his voice trailed off as Christine slipped a finger deep into his ass. "There's a first time for everything, and I'm gonna be your first." she said.

Randy bit his lip to keep from making any noise, as Christine spread the slick lube into his ass. His hips jerked involuntarily when she rubbed his prostate, causing waves of sensations to flood through him. Randy began to slowly relax, and as he did, Christine slipped more fingers into him. She soon had three fingers slipping deep into his ass, and Randy was humping against her hand.

"Hmm...you like that don't you?" Christine crooned.

"Yes..." Randy finally managed to say.




Mile High Domme



Christine stopped her moved movement and ran her nails over Randy'ss balls, causing him to almost cry out. "You will address me as Mistress. Do You understand?" She hissed

"Yes Mistress." Randy said, quickly correcting himself.

"Much better." she said, then slowly pulled her fingers from his ass.

Randy shook as her vacated fingers left his ass feeling empty. He watched as Christine spread a ribbon of KY onto her fake cock, and smeared it down the shaft. Christine spent little time on show, and moved between Randy's legs. She was at the perfect height, and her cock rested against his slick ass.

"Ask me for it." she told him, circling her cock head against his hole.

"Please Mistress." Randy asked, feeling embarrassed.

Christine smiled, and pressed her cock against his hole, pressuring, but not slipping in.

"That's not good enough. Tell me You want it." She said, her voice raising.

"Please mistress, I want it badly." Randy pleaded, and he was being honest. Her teasing was driving him up the wall, and he didn't want her to talk any louder.

Christine pushed the tip of the cock in his ass, and watched as his pink flesh began to nibble at the deep blue of her cock. His ass hole opened like a mouth as her cock began its invasion.

"Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me to fuck you." Christine said, her voice still too high for Randy's comfort.

"Please Mistress. Please fuck me. Do it, please." Randy begged, his voice getting louder.

Christine smiled, and slowly fed the head of the dildo into his ass. She watched as his ass expanded and swallowed the head. Christine raked his thigh with her nails as she fed the full length of her cock into his ass. She grinned as Randy shook his head in response to the intense sensations as she began to withdraw. Christine began slowly, and picked up speed as Randy's ass loosened. Randy was too gone to see her pick up her camera, and take a few good shoots of the action. 

After a few good shots, Christine sat the camera on the side counter, then lifted Randys legs. She smiled, knowing the great shots she would get of her cock plowing his ass. Randy didn't care what she was doing. His eyes were closed, and he was frantically jerking on his still tied cock. Short gasps came from his mouth as his entire body vibrated from the need to cum. 

"Keep those legs up." Christine commanded him, then let go. Randy struggled to keep his legs up as Christine loosened the strap around his cock. He gasped as new feeling flooded through his freed member, and bucked his hips forward.

"Don't cum yet." Christine ordered him, much to Randy's dismay. She picked up her camera with one hand, and grabbed his cock with the other. Christine began to jerk his cock hard, while slamming her cock into his ass. The unsteady position caused her to slam into his ass with abandon. Randy jerked like a puppet on a string as he felt his stomach churn. He groaned loudly as he cock spurted a thick wad of cum. Christine kept a tight reign on the head of his cock, and his thick load spurted out gobs that flowed down to her hand. She kept fucking him until his cock stopped flowing, and his legs fell down in exhaustion.

She kept her cock deep in his ass, and slid her cum coated hand from his cock. Christine leaned forward, with her camera aimed at his face. "Suck up this tasty load." she told him as she brought her sticky hand to his mouth. Randy was too tired to resist, and opened his mouth. He licked the thick cream from her hand, then sucked each finger as she pushed them into his mouth. Randy slumped in exhaustion when Christine pulled from his ass, and left him on the counter. He tried to clear his head quickly, and began to put his clothes back on. Christine had washed her toy, and straightened her clothes by the time he was dressed.

"Wait a few minutes then come back to your seat." Christine told him after a long kiss. 

"Yes Mistress." he told her, not thinking of what he was saying.

Christine slipped out of the bathroom, and Randy locked the door. He washed his face in the sink, and tried to collect his thoughts. He was more drained than he had ever been, and felt totally satisfied. He had never had such a mind shattering orgasm before, and found his legs actually shaking. 

Randy waited, then finally decided to leave. A quick check outside, and he found that no one was watching. Randy quickly made his way back to his seat. Christine was already typing on her laptop as he scooted by her, and once seated, he slumped down, trying to not be noticed.

"Well, do You think You could be submissive now?" Christine asked him as she typed. "You seemed to have enjoyed yourself."

"Uh yeah. It was pretty interesting. I could really get used to it." Randy admitted, his face flushing red.

Christine smiled, and pulled a disk from her laptop. She put the computer away, and leaned back in her seat. "How are you getting home from the airport?" she asked.

"I'm gonna grab a cab." he told her.

"No, I'll give you a lift. That way, I can get your e-mail address, and give you mine." she offered. "Uh...well, I was hoping that I could uh...maybe be of more...service?" Randy asked, his head down.

Christine smiled. She knew that she had him from the beginning. "Sure, we can discuss things later." Christine had already begun to come up with plans for her new toy.

The stewardess interrupted the conversation. She brought a fresh drink for both of them, and Randy was surprised, since he had not ordered anything.

"Here you go ma'am, sir." the stewardess said, a big smile on her red painted lips.

Christine smiled as she took her drink "Thanks." she said with a smile

"Your welcome." The woman said with a sly grin, and a wink at Randy.

The rest of the flight passed by without event. Randy followed Christine down the aisle as they left the plane. His cock was hard again, wondering about what she had in store for him. He waited patiently when Christine stopped at the door, exchanging a goodbye with the stewardess. The woman smiled warmly, as Christine left. Randy blanched as he passed the stewardess. She shook his hand and Randy noticed the diskette sticking out of the pocket of her blouse. 

"I hope You had a real good flight sir." she said with a smile. "I'm sure that I'll enjoy the travel photos."

Randy was stunned. He quickly left the plane, his face burning, and his cock throbbing.



Mile-High Fantasy Ch. 01



Gretchen boarded the flight quite late, as her flight from Los Angeles was delayed - she found her way into seat 1a. She was grateful to be in first class and almost as soon as she was seated, the flight attendant asked what she might like to drink before take off. 

"Just some soda water with lime would hit the spot, thanks," she answered. 

"Not much of a drink. No champagne?" he asked. 

"No, just the water, thanks. Although, it will be my birthday in a few hours," she added. 

The man sitting in 1a looked up when he heard this and said, "happy birthday, early." 

"Why, thank you," she paused. "Early." 

As always, it took her awhile to get settled, it always did. She could feel the man in 1a looking over.

"Can I help you with something?" he asked. 

Gretchen thought she detected a bit of a British accent. Oh, she did love a British accent...she looked at the man for the first time. He was attractive, nice arms. She couldn't see his ring finger just yet but time would tell. 

"No, I can handle this just fine on my own, thanks. I've been traveling a bit too much lately. Can't seem to get organized. Sorry if I am bothering you." 

"Not at all, take your time." He went back to reading, and Gretchen suddenly felt a bit too American. 

After take-off, they began to chat. Gretchen learned that he was living in Philadelphia, part-time, as his daughter lived on the West Coast with his ex-wife. He was exactly one year older than she would be in about 3 hours. 

He lives in Philly part time, he is divorced, and he's the perfect age. It was as if she had hit the proverbial jackpot, while in on her short layover in Las Vegas. Happy birthday to me!!!! she thought to herself. 

He talked quite a bit about himself, as most men tend to do, keeping her entertained and he didn't ask too much about her, which was ideal, just the way that she wanted it. She had always had a fantasy about meeting someone on a plane and joining the "mile high club," and it occurred to her, as they were talking, that this was the golden opportunity. If she didn't do it now, when would she ever do it? She had been flying frequently in the past couple of years and every man she had been seated next to had been lovely, had even chatted her up a bit but they had all been married. A line she did not cross. She had been divorced for three years and she had never understood why a divorced woman would date a married man. What, exactly, was in it for her? 

Gretchen saw this as her chance to have some real fun on her birthday. What the hell, right? She wasn't dating anyone, to speak of, it had been ages since she'd slept with anyone and the man in 1a was the perfect gift to herself. 

She avoided giving him any real specifics about her life when he did ask questions, and when he introduced himself, she gave him a fake name. The one she gave to married men, in fact, who were hitting on her. 

"Nice to meet you, Andrew, I am Kate, Kate McMillan." 

Gretchen had a "life" built up around Kate McMillan that she could rattle off pretty easily. She had done it often enough. Pretty boring stuff, really, nothing traceable and it usually was enough to convince a man that she was real and fairly routine. She would never have told them the truth about her life. She was creative, financially comfortable, traveled extensively and had explored a number of options, sexually, since her divorce.

Gretchen was attractive. She was tall, slender, with long, dark hair that still looked just as it did when she was in high school. She knew that she should work out, but she was happy enough with her body, she was comfortable in its sensuousness, in being a woman and what her body could do, what it was capable of - how it brought pleasure to her and how she now knew it could bring pleasure to others. 

She did not share all of her secrets, preferring to keep it all to herself... so, whenever necessary, Gretchen became Kate. And, this, surprisingly, had turned into one of those times. Not that Gretchen didn't find Andrew attractive enough and charming but Gretchen needed Andrew to help her take care of one of her list items. 

"You know I feel just terrible that I didn't get you anything for your birthday," he said about a couple of hours after take-off. 

"If I had only known."

"As well you should," Gretchen replied, with a sly smile, teasing him back. "We will have to think of some way you can make it up to me." 

"Can I buy you an after-dinner drink?" he asked. 

"Very generous of you, considering that we are in first class. No thank you. I don't drink on flights. I like to have my wits about me in case the pilot needs me to help him land the plane," she answered. 

He looked a little wounded. She needed to bring him around. 

"It sounds as though you are on planes even more than I am, with business, flying back and forth across the country to see your daughter. You must meet lots of woman, being a good-looking bachelor such as yourself." She didn't mind turning on the compliments, figuring she wouldn't be seeing him again. After all, this is what men do to bed women every day. Where's the harm, right? What's good for the goose... 

"Well, yes, I do meet some women but most hold no interest for me. I've met one or two, however," he answered. 

She had wasted enough time with small talk, she knew she had to be bold. 

"Have you ever just had an incredibly, you know, intense physical attraction, felt like you had to have her right there, on the plane? I mean, I know you are British and all, and lord knows, you all are nothing if not self-restrained," she laughed...she left the question open a bit, hoping he would pick up the ball. 

And? 

Hook...line...and sinker! 

"Now, you wouldn't be talking about the Mile High Club, would you? What would a nice girl like you know about a thing like that?" 

"Specifically? I can't say anything," she answered, trying to be coy. "Well, maybe. I am curious if you have ever had any sexual goings-on while on a flight. And sure, while we are at it, are you a card-carrying member of the mile-high club?" 

"No, no, and no." he responded. 

"Oh, god, how very disappointing," she replied. "Seriously? How is that even possible?" 

"Well, have you ever been in one of those bathrooms? They are hardly what one would call spacious." 

"Hey, people must get it done. Otherwise it wouldn't be a 'thing.' It wouldn't be on my list!," she blurted out. She didn't even realize she had said it until he started to smile. Even though as far as he knew, her name was Kate, even though he knew nothing real about her, she was still mortified. She could feel the blood rise up into her face and she knew without a mirror, that she was bright red. 

"Tell me more about this list, Kate." 

"No need, really, that is just a silly term my friends and I use to remind us of the things that we might like to do someday," she replied. "Don't you have a list of things you would like to do?" 

"Yes," Andrew said. "I would like to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro, I would like to go on safari with my daughter in Africa, but I can't say that I ever considered adding sexual exploits to it. Please do tell me more. I am intrigued. What else is on this list."

"Not on your life. I am telling you nothing more about my list," and with that, she used her fingers to make the motion of zipping up her lips and tossing away the key. 

Suddenly the mood changed, very quickly. 

Andrew gently, but authoritatively, grabbed the back of her head and drew himself close to her ear, "I plan on unzipping those lips tonight on the plane. Make no mistake about it. Consider this my birthday gift to you." 

Despite the fact that Gretchen thought that she had been in charge of this little fantasy, that she had planned it, that she was using Andrew, she found herself unable to catch her breath, her throat was dry, she felt limp all over. How the hell did this happen? 

Andrew let go of her head and sat back, resting in his seat, as if nothing had just happened and closed his eyes. 

Gretchen was sitting in her seat, facing him, with her hair still a bit mussed up from where he had grabbed the back of her head. 

He opened one eye and suggested that she close her mouth. He then resumed his "rest." She leaned back in her seat and began to replay the last couple of minutes in her head. She was confused and a little dazed. This was supposed to be her game, her calls, she was the captain of her own fantasy. She heard Andrew tell the flight attendant that he needed a few blankets, that he was a bit cool and that he thought that Gretchen was as well. 

"We were going to try to get some sleep. Could you kill the movie in our area so that we could have absolute darkness."

"Certainly, sir. I will be right back with those." 

"After you bring our blankets, we'd like to just be left alone."

At this point, Gretchen was almost scared to open her eyes. And more than a little curious. How did he think this would play out? She felt the blanket cover her feet and her legs, and she felt his hands run up under her dress a bit, as he "placed" the blanket over her lap. 

He leaned over to her ear again, and said, simply, "Spread your legs for me, love." 

She couldn't believe that this was happening, really. It's one thing to have a list, to have a fantasy, another thing, entirely, to live it out. 

She spread her legs. 

"Wider," Andrew instructed. 

She did as she was told. He then placed the second blanket on her and she felt his hands rub over her breasts and pull the fabric of her dress away from them, as he did this. 

"Are your nipples exposed?," he asked. "Nod yes or no. Do not open your eyes. Do not speak unless I tell you to speak." 

She nodded yes. 

"Good girl. I am glad to see you can follow instructions so well." 

At this point, Gretchen didn't want to open her eyes. She would just lie there and pretend like the rest of the passengers were not there, she would leave the logistics and any worry of getting caught to him. This was working out even better than she could have hoped. Gretchen could feel his breath in her ear again. 

"Are you willing to do exactly as I say, when I say? No arguments, no talking back? I am in charge. Understood." 

She answered, "Yes." 

"Sadly," he said, "I cannot punish you sufficiently for speaking to me when I had not given you permission. Was I not clear enough with you? I told you to not speak unless I told you to do so. I was specific to only nod. You deserve a spanking but I think that could draw a bit of attention to us before I can give you your birthday gift. I will let that one slide. You will not be given another chance. If there is another infraction, I will stop immediately. Nod if you understand this." 

She nodded. Her eyes shut tightly. 

"Wonderful. See how easy this is if you simply do what I tell you to do?" Andrew asked.

She could feel the blanket moving and her skirt was being pulled up around her waist but slowly, from underneath her blanket. 

His instructions continued: "Do not move your hands, do not open your eyes, do not make a sound." 

She felt his left hand run down her right thigh, smoothly but with a certain hunger to it. It made its way back up, lightly over her pussy, then reaching as far as it could down her left leg. She tried to shift in her seat so that he could touch more of her. His hand stopped moving on her. "I will instruct you. Do not move, do not speak, do not so much as think too loudly, unless I instruct you to do so. Clear?" 

She stopped shifting. He continued to feel his way around her thighs, working his way towards her pussy, then finding other areas, less wanting, to explore. He tickled and he teased and he used his fingers in ways that she didn't know a man could outside of her body...and just when she didn't think she could take it much longer, she felt his fingers on her nipples - not caressing, but twisting and pulling, then caressing. A kind of back and forth - pain, then pleasure - torture, then soothing...this was a game with which he must be intimately familiar, she thought. 

What he was not familiar with, however, was how wet she became when her nipples were touched and what he was doing was overwhelming her cunt. She could feel it tightening and she knew that she would soon be overflowing, that soon she would feel her juices dribbling out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass. She was so grateful that she was still wearing her underwear. 

Almost as if he could read her mind, he spoke again.

"Remove your panties. Slowly, just slide them down off your ass and pussy. They don't need to come all the way off. Do not draw attention to yourself. Try to look as if you are just rearranging yourself. That's it...good girl." 

He then put his mouth directly on her ear, she could feel the warm moisture of his breath. "I can tell that you are ready for my fingers to be inside your cunt. Do you know how? Because I can smell you from here, that is how turned on I have gotten you. Do you think the other passengers know? Do you think the man behind you, in 2a can smell you, smell what is dripping out of your pussy, right now, probably running onto the seat. Do you think that he has an erection? Maybe he knows what we are doing, wishes to god that he could be doing the same thing, wishes his fingers were inside you. I bet he would love to join the fun. Or, the man beside me in 1c. I saw him glance over when I was twisting your nipple. Your hips rose up, ever-so-slightly, and I almost had to stop but I decided it would be too cruel....he looked over here and gave me a little smile. He knows." 

He went on, teasing her, instructing her. "Raise your ass off the seat for me, love, just a bit, so that I can get my hand underneath you. Yes, just like that." 

His hand went immediately to her pussy and found her soaking wet. His fingers slid inside her, easily, first two, then three. Gretchen would have been embarrassed that she was so wet, so slick, but she was too intent on not crying out, on not raising her hips off the seat. 

Andrew continued, torturing her, "All of the men know what I am doing to you, they all know that my fingers are in your pussy right now and that you are just dying to be fucked. They are all probably hoping that I do stop because then they would have a chance, a turn to take you into the bathroom and shove their big, hard cocks up your wet pussy. Does that excite you? The thought of not just me, but others around us, fucking you as well? Do you like the thought of me sharing you with other men?" 

"Answer me! I asked you a question," he demanded. 

She nodded, rather demurely, yes. She felt ashamed but so much more excited than she could ever remember being. This man, this stranger, this person she had met just hours before...someone who knew nothing about her, knew so much about her, her fantasies, what she thought about when she was alone at night, when her fingers found their way to her cunt, when the pressure was too much and she had to relieve herself, without a man. These were her thoughts. How did he know these things? How did he know that she always dreamed of being controlled, of being used, of being fucked by men she didn't know and didn't care to know? She almost came on his fingers, right there, his hot breath in her ear, the man with the British accent and authoritative tone, describing her every fantasy back to her.

He must have sensed this, he must have felt the muscles inside pussy begin to tense and shudder because he suddenly stopped, his fingers ceased working their magic, and he said, "Not so fast, love, we haven't even joined the club yet." 

She tried to breathe through her disappointment, tried to regulate her breathing and her heartbeat again. 

"Stroke my cock," Andrew said. 

"Are you crazy," she answered, opening her eyes and looking at him, then she realized that she had spoken, she had broken the rules. 

It was too late. She saw the flash of anger in his eyes. He looked around before he grabbed her head again, by the hair, making her face him, placing his mouth next to her ear. He whispered into her ear, harshly and very sternly. "What you deserve and what you are getting are two very different things. If we were anywhere else, you would be over my knee getting a spanking that you would not forget for many days. Every time you sat down, you would be reminded of something which you cannot seem to remember for three minutes up here in the air. You would have no trouble recalling your infraction every time you sat down - and occasionally when you moved just so. Your ass would be so red that it would be difficult for me not to fuck you right then and there. It is also your birthday and knowing that this is your first time being dominated, I am giving you some leeway. I will not be nearly so kind next time. It is sad that this has not happened sooner to you. Your body obviously responds to it, your mind appreciates it, you are too bright and too curious to have made it this far in life without someone caring more about you. You have deserved better than what you have been getting. You deserve the attention, the care, the protection that only a dominant can give his submissive, but I will save that discussion for another time." 

Andrew continued: "Right now, right here, you are going to stroke my cock. You are going to stroke my balls. Do not worry about getting caught. I have that covered. It is up to me, your protector, your guardian, to make sure that you are safe. Can you trust me? Will you trust me? Nod yes or no." 

She nodded yes. He did not yet release his hold on her head. 

"And, Kate, I want you to think about something, after this is all over and I have given you what you wanted. I want you to ask yourself if you really have ever trusted anyone? Have you ever really trusted a man to protect you, to take care of you? Now, Kate, you may begin." 

He let go of her rather roughly, but she had to admit that she had never, ever been so turned on in her life. She was ready to stroke his cock, suck it, and fuck it. She was ready to let the man in 2a and the man in 1c fuck her, here or anywhere else. God, she was so hot, so wet. She couldn't recall ever feeling this sexy, this alive. 

She believed, at that moment, that she could and would do whatever this man, this man in 1b, told her to do. Clearly, she had lost her mind up here in the clouds. She reached over, under the blankets and began to stroke his cock. It wasn't easy through his jeans but she could tell that he was well-endowed, thank god. She could tell as it curved around and down his leg a bit. 

"Take my cock out of my pants." 

She unfastened his belt buckle, slowly, watching his face. She was enjoying this. Here, she was, back in charge. As with any man, you hold their cock and you have their full, undivided attention. So simple, really. She slowly, painfully and much more deliberately than she needed to, unbuttoned his jeans and began to unzip his pants. 

"Je-sus! We haven't got all night," he said, angrily, knowing that she was trying to take back the reins. 

He reached down and freed his cock from his jeans and it popped out and straight up. While she was pleased to see what she had to work with, he had the power again. He had a beautiful penis and she looked forward to doing with it, whatever he instructed, however he instructed. 

She began to stroke it, squeezing gently as she worked her way up to the head, guiding her hand around it, twisting, trying to create different sensations, to arouse him. Gretchen used her hand to form a bit of a vacuum seal around it, pushing down on the base, causing it to stand straight up. She couldn't bring herself to open her eyes. She could imagine what the blanket must look like - like a man was getting a hand job from the woman next to him, pretty simple.




Mile-High Fantasy Ch. 01



She made an o with her thumb and her finger and ran it the length, from the base to the head, tightening it as she went up, and this elicited the first real, physical response from Andrew. She could feel him trying to suppress his natural reactions. His face looked almost as if he were in pain. She finally had to open up her eyes long enough to just glance around. She looked over at 1c (only to find him watching her, intently, out of the corner of his eye). She figured it was time to put on a bit of a show for him. She brought her hand to her mouth, and licked it - from the palm to the tips of her fingers. She then produced as much saliva as she could, flattened out her tongue, and repeated this process twice more. The last time, she realized Andrew had opened one eye, wondering where her hand was, why it was not stroking away - and he was smiling at her He was pleased and she was awash in joy. 

It was amazing to her how much this pleased her, how much his pleasure, pleased her. She slid her hand back under the blanket and began to really give him a proper hand job. Both of them lying there, with the blankets on, pretending to be asleep with this movement, quite clearly going on under the blanket. It was almost laughable. 

Their very nice and very gay, flight attendant, Tyler, came over to ask if they wanted anything else to drink. Andrew smiled and answered, 

"Not now, Tyler, thanks but go away." 

"Look, you two, I sympathize with what you are doing, I really do. I have been there myself. But I can't let you sit out here and fool around like this. You are getting too many stares and giggles." Gretchen started to blush. 

"Don't be embarrassed. You are hardly the first, nor will you be the last to do this. It happens often enough. I just can't let you continue to do it so obviously. I have had a comment or two from a row back. Look, there are four bathrooms in the back, if you want to take a 'stab' at it - pun intended. Most of the back cabin is asleep and I know that the rest rooms are just being cleaned now. Try the last one on the right. It is the largest one on the plane." 

Gretchen still could not bring herself to open her eyes, and she had stopped stroking Andrew's cock when Tyler had begun speaking to them. 

"Thank you, Tyler, and please send our apologies and a drink to whomever complained. Better yet, make it two drinks," said Andrew. 

"Consider it done," said Tyler. "And here is a large pillow for your lap - until the restroom is clean. Should be about another five minutes." 

As soon as Tyler left them, Andrew spoke to Gretchen firmly."Excuse me, but I don't remember giving you permission to stop stroking my cock? Have you even touched my balls yet? I don't think so. Commence immediately." 

She did as she was told. There was a sense of immense relief in not being in charge, not being responsible. She couldn't believe how much it added to the excitement and the enjoyment of it all. She cupped each ball in her hand, lightly rolling it around, trying to be sure to pay it special attention. 

She particularly enjoyed his cock, she would have liked to have put it in her mouth. She felt deprived. She was running her hand from the base to the tip, squeezing it, when she felt Andrew's body react again. She felt some pre-cum on her fingers. She used this to lubricate his cock, and she continued to stroke it. 

He was getting harder, and he pushed himself back on the seat. "Stop now. I am going to go to the last bathroom on the right. In exactly 90 seconds, you are going to come back there and knock once on the door. When I say, 'It's occupied,' you will respond, 'good.' I will then open the door," he continued. "Do not move yet." 

Gretchen had scarcely moved a muscle since he began giving her orders. It seemed like a lifetime ago. Who was she before this? Would she ever be that person again? Could she go back to being in charge, when she found this so much more intimate, so much more exciting.

Gretchen was lying back in her seat, as instructed, with a smile on her face. She was nervous, she had butterflies in her stomach. She was scared, wet, and hot. She felt the blanket move as he reached down between her legs...he moved his mouth close to her ear, again. 

"Spread them for me. I shouldn't have to keep telling you this, love. When you feel my hand coming towards your cunt, you should know that I want you to spread your legs, that my hand or my tongue or my cock will be going into one of your holes. We need to remedy this. Will I need to cover this territory again with you?" 

She shook her head back and forth to signal "no." She had never been so ready, so eager, ever, to please a man. He easily slid his fingers inside her. She could hear his fingers in her, hear the wetness, and he shoved his fingers farther and farther inside her, making her even more ready to take him, to take his cock, making her wetter than she had ever been. 

She could smell her own scent. It was almost overwhelming. 

Andrew leaned into her ear, again. "Open your mouth." 

Her thoughts raced, "what? why?" 

"Open your fucking mouth and keep your eyes closed," Andrew demanded.

She had learned enough in the last hour or so to do as she was instructed. Gretchen smelled his hand before it reached her mouth but not in time to close it. 

"Suck my fingers. Taste your pussy. That's it. Good girl. I want you to know what this stranger, in the seat next to you. A man you don't know at all, a man you will possibly never see again, a man you are about to meet in an airplane bathroom, who is going to fuck you and, mind you, I will fuck you hard, a man who is going to cum inside you, this man, this stranger, made your cunt this wet."

To her dismay, Andrew continued, "I don't ever want you to forget that taste." 

He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, one at a time, after she had sucked all of her juices off of them. He began to unhook his seat-belt and she immediately began to have second thoughts. 

Every thought that crossed her mind convinced her that this was crazy, she didn't know him and she was going to let this stranger, this stranger who had been finger-fucking her and pulling and twisting her nipples - this stranger who seemed to know her own secret fantasies, almost better than she did - she was going to let him fuck her, in an airplane bathroom? 

No, she couldn't go through with this. She was beginning to regain consciousness - it must be the altitude. He must have sensed her hesitation. Before he got up from his seat, he reached over and pulled her face toward his, 

"Kate, open your eyes and look at me." 

Gretchen looked at him. Recognizing the absurdity of all of this, the fake name, the anonymous sex, the fact that this was her 43rd birthday. She had taken this too far. It was time to stop it. She felt the force of his hand on the back of her neck, his fingers in her hair. 

Andrew looked deep into her eyes and said, "I am going to fuck you tonight. I am going to fuck you back there in the last bathroom on the right and I am going to fuck you however pleases me most. Your only goal tonight should be about pleasing me. Understood? You may speak." 

As she opened her mouth to answer, "I don't think--," he stifled her answer with his mouth. 

He was kissing her, hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, searching. Gretchen tried to meet his tongue with her own, but there was no matching him. He was proving that he was stronger than she and that he would take her however he wanted. This much was obvious. 

"Mmmm, your pussy tastes as sweet as I imagined. I look forward to more." And with that, he was gone. 

When she looked up, Tyler was smiling at her. 



Mile High First Time



How I Lost My V-Card, or The Mile High First Time

It all started when I went on a trip this summer. I was going to visit my grandmother who lives in Washington State and since I live on the East Coast, it's a looong flight out and back. This is the story of the attractive young lady I met on the airplane, and the story of my first time ever. I should probably start by describing myself.

I'm about 18 years old and stand at about 5'6", short blond hair, square jaw line, kinda on the skinny side. I was wearing a button up shirt and jeans, my necklace and a sort of sporty watch I always have with me as well as my cap, which I never leave home without. I have a good personality; I'm generally humorous but can be serious and suave when the situation calls for it. I'm not afraid to say at this point, I'm well hung, I'm between 5 and 6 inches soft, and between 8 and 9 hard. 

As my trip started, I boarded the plane and was thinking about this porn video I saw the premise was that the flight attendants on the airplane were also personal sex slaves, so I was feeling ready to go, if you know what I mean. Believe me, the fact that I was horny was showing. Anyone around who looked at me could instantly tell, from the bulge in my pants, that I was in the mood. As I boarded the plane I was getting a lot of funny looks and people blushing and looking away, expect one person. She was about 20 years old, average height, a bit shorter than me. Her face was narrow and kinda cute, she had an adorable face and clear blue eyes. Her hair was blond and about shoulder length she had on slim black framed glasses. She was wearing a thin white blouse, but no bra, and in the heat her sweat was making it obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, and on top of that, it was apparent her nipples were rock hard. She was wearing black pants, almost skin tight, and a bracelet which was made with blue stones, it really set off her eyes and made them stand out. All in all, she was gorgeous, easily the most attractive woman on the entire plane, and that included the smoking hot airline stewardesses. 

What was unique about her, is she knew I was horny and instead of looking away, held my gaze for a long time, she made eye contact almost seem hot and steamy. It was as if she knew I was horny and wanted me to know she was too. So about half way through the flight she starts to walk down the aisle wearing black sandal-high heels. God, even the way she walked was sexy. As she walked by me she looked right at me, her shirt still slightly damp and translucent, reached up and grabbed her breast and rubbed it while she walked by. By that point my cock was standing to attention and I had to pull down the tray table to hide it from the other passengers I was sitting next to. She walked back to her seat all the while swinging her perfect, smallish but well shaped, ass at me. And when she was almost out of sight, she reached back and slid her hand in her back pocked and rubbed her ass for me. 

About ten minutes later she walks by me again to go towards the bathroom and this time she winks at me and nods her head towards the back of the airplane. Well, I took it as an invitation and as soon as it was appropriate I walked back and looked to see if either of the bathroom stalls were unlocked, one was full and locked and the other was obviously occupied but unlocked. I cautiously opened the door and found her waiting there for me, still fully clothed but rubbing her tits, which must have been at least size 38C. 

She looked up slowly and said, 

"I've been waiting for you to come back here"

Me, being as nervous as I had ever been in my life, just said,

"Well here I am, what should we do now?"

She started taking off my shirt and I started unbuttoning hers. As soon as we were both topless I caressed her large tits and she slid a hand in my pants. She felt to see if I was hard or not and her eyes widened and she gasped a bit. Then she took off her pants and mine and while both of us were naked started to blow me. It was easily the best feeling of my life, I didn't have anyone to compare to at the time but she gave the best head I've ever felt, even up to now. After a while I jerked a bit and came in her mouth and she swallowed it all. I usually cum a lot, and on the plane, after having been so horny for so long, my cum almost filled her mouth right up to her cute lips. After she swallowed she looked up and saw that I was still hard. She put her hands up on the wall, turned around and presented her pussy to me and told me to take her hard. Her pussy was perfectly pink and tight and I could tell she was horny as hell because her pussy was so wet, her pussy juices were dripping down the inside of her left leg. 

I carefully positioned myself behind her, stroked myself a few times to make sure I was still rock hard, and then put the tip of my 9 inch cock against her pussy. I took a deep breath, reveling in the moment, wanting the moment I lost my virginity to be special. As soon as I plunged into her I could tell this was going to be a fantastic time. Her pussy was so fucking tight most virgins don't compare to her. It was amazing how intense the feelings were. I could have stood there all day in that cramped room, pushing in and out of her perfect pussy, my cock growing wet with her juices and mine. She came twice, and not too quietly either, before I finally blew my load right into her tight pussy. Her moans were so loud I was sure the passengers in the back of the plane must have heard us. She kept moaning, "Oh fuck me, fuck me hard babe" as I pounded my entire cock in and out of her pussy. As I came, I arched my back, shooting rope after rope of thick cum into her tight pussy. I groaned a bit as I finished orgasming and removed my cock. I watched for a second, mesmerized as my cum began to leak out of her pussy and drip down her leg. 

At this point we heard banging on the door and the flight attendant said, 

"Sir, you're going to have to come out now, the fasten seatbelt sign is... oh my god"

She opened the door and saw me, with my cock still hard even after cumming twice. Her eyes widened and she quickly stepped inside the bathroom.

"Sir!" she said, "What do you think you're doing?! We have strict rules about..."

She gazed at my cock, and trailed off. 

"We have strict rules about what passengers may and may not..."

Again, she lost focus as she stared at my still fully erect cock. 

"Well! It's against the rules to do what you're doing here. If you want me to keep quiet about this you're going to have to do me too" 

She began to strip off her outfit. First the impossibly tight blouse, then the scandalously short skirt, next her hat, then her bra and finally her panties. The flight attendant was about 30 years old and was a total MILF. Her tits were still perky about must've measured about 38D bra size. After a few quick strokes to my cock, the flight attendant sat me down on the toilet and began to ride me in the backwards cowgirl position. The other girl got down on her knees and licked my balls while the flight attendant bounced up and down on my cock, her massive tits swinging as she did. The flight attendant came twice before I finally came inside her pussy, my cock still hard and shooting massive loads of cum. I started to put on my clothes when the girl said, 

"Wait a second, You're not leaving here until we both get some anal"

I looked at them shocked at my luck and stammered, "um, yea sure". By this point I was starting to get soft and both of them got down on their knees and sucked me off until I blew yet another load all over their faces. 

They both then got up and put their hands against the wall and stuck their asses out at me. I started with the first girl, since she was so tight and the hotter of the two. I simply couldn't believe how tight her ass was. I had a bit of a hard time getting my cock in there, but since it was still covered with the girls saliva, I managed to work it in. Then I moved on to the flight attendant, who was significantly looser. I kept going back and forth banging these girl's asses over and over until I came in each one of their assholes. So now I had cum on them, inside their pussies, and inside their asses. Then without cleaning up any cum from their faces, they put on their clothes and walked out of the bathroom. The flight attendant had a ton of cum on her face and had cum dripping down her leg, which was apparent since she wasn't wearing panties and only had on her uniform miniskirt. The first girl still had massive amounts of cum on her face and even on her glasses but she didn't wipe it off, also you could see that her pants were wet from the cum dripping out her pussy and ass. She wasn't wearing panties anymore or a bra and it was apparent that she had just been fucked, and fucked hard. Once we were all back to our seats the plane landed and everyone got off, except me, the two girls and our lady captain. The flight attendant came up to me and the first girl and said,

"Why don't you two cum back to the VIP lounge with me and the captain, I'm sure we can have lots of fun together" 

To be continued...



Mile High-Jinx



We were cruising along, at 50,000 feet, in the 747. It can be a really L-O-N-G and boring flight if you don't have something (or some ONE) to keep your mind occupied. Thank God I asked "Mel" to accompany me! 

Actually, she wasn't just accompanying me. She was more there to keep me outta trouble. But I digress.

Mel and I had watched the sun set over the blue Pacific en route to Hawaii. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that we almost cried. But now we were going away from the rising sun so it would be dark until we got to Australia. 

Now, it was somewhere between 3 & 4 in the morning (who can tell? It was dark and there was nothing below us but moonlit ocean. Very pretty...but very dull after the first hour or two.) The flight attendants were sleeping. The passengers were sleeping. I was awake. Mel knew that I've had insomnia for the past year and a half and was, obviously, concerned but knew there was nothing she could do about it, as well. (From past experiences, she knows that not even sex will knock me out. In fact, it just rejuvenates me more!) So "nookie" was out of the question, as Mel was exhausted from her day.

So much for my induction into the "Mile-High Club.” Oh, well. 

I needed to get the blood back into my feet and decided to take a walk down the stairs of the big jumbo-jet and get some exercise. Don't get me wrong, I love the first-class lounge service that we were getting (thanks to Mel's uncle) but it was just so deadly dull while she was sleeping. Not even the Erotic anthology book I'd brought with me was able to hold my attention for very long.

The "Lounge," for those of you who've never enjoyed this experience, is up a small, spiral staircase from the rest of the plane. It's even fancier than regular First Class (which was also new to me.) I felt truly decadent enjoying the service. It was great! We had the prettiest stewardesses, too. Ohhh, man! You would not believe the babes we had on that flight. I could have sworn, though don't quote me on this, that one of the gorgeous stews, an Oriental-looking woman, was giving a blowjob to one of the passengers as I walked past them. I just gave a wink to the guy and continued down the stairs. 

After seeing that, I HAD to shake the blood into my feet or it would have stayed in my groin area and ripped a whole through my Dockers!

I walked down into the First Class compartment and asked the Flight Attendant if I could, quietly, walk up and down the aisle for exercise. She said OK, as long as I didn't disturb anyone. (They don't usually do this for passengers, she later told me.)

I walked past the business class, where all the guys in their suits were sleeping or working on their little laptop PCs. I walked into Second Class and stopped to watch a couple playing cribbage. After asking if I could play the winner, I walked on, into the back of the plane and there, in the very last row, was sitting a very attractive brunette. She had skin like ivory, very smooth with no blemishes at all. Her eyes were closed, as if she were sleeping under her blanket, but the look on her face was one of intense concentration. As I walked past all the sleeping people in the rows in front of her, I could see that her hands were moving under her blanket. My heart started to beat with excitement as I neared her seat. I couldn't believe my good fortune when I approached her and smelled the unmistakable odor of a woman's sex!

I stood very still, afraid to breath, for fear of alerting her to my presence and scaring her out of completing her task. I stood there watching for ten minutes until she opened her eyes wide, smiled, then started to shake and tremble. 

Then, as if we were meeting on the street, after having not seen each other for years, she held out her hand to meet me! I shook her right hand, all slick with the juices from her orgasm, then pulled it to my mouth and licked this stranger's vaginal fluids from her fingers. She smiled and closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying another orgasm from my tonguing of her digits. Looking back on it, she probably was.

I introduced myself and she said her name was Jeanie-Kate, "but please call me Jack, all my closest friends call me that. And after what we just shared, I'd have to say that we are closer than most of my friends." We both laughed at that.

"Jack" smiled at me with her sparkling emerald eyes. She looked deeply into my green eyes and asked why I was walking around the plane? It seems that Jack is a Flight Attendant on vacation and was going to get some sun in Guam. She often gets horny on long trips and explained that's why I'd caught her with her "pants down." I told her about Melissa's exhaustion and the sexy stewardesses upstairs in the lounge and seeing the hot Asian Stew, blowing the "lucky guy" and Jack said she understood my predicament, completely!

"In fact, it's a good thing you woke up when you did," I said, "because I was just about to whip out my own problem and join you in an orgasm."

She smiled at me, revealing a row of sexy, white teeth that matched her complexion, perfectly. She then asked if I thought my girlfriend would mind if I helped her out with a problem of her own. "I've never tried it on a plane before and I've always wondered what it was like," she stated.

I asked her if she was kidding. You know, it's because I always thought that all stewardesses were over-sexed waitresses in the sky and sort of HAD to belong to the "Mile-high Club" as a requirement or something.

I told her this and she almost laughed her ass off, waking a few of the passengers in the process! 

All of a sudden, three people got up to use the bathrooms that were behind Jack's seat. I invited her to come sit with me, upstairs, in the lounge. She graciously accepted my offer and I helped her with her carry-on bag towards the front of the plane.

Once we were situated in our seats, in the lounge compartment, we resumed our talking. It's always nice meeting new people. And, when they're young and beautiful, like Jack, it's just that much nicer. I was sure to let Jack lead the way up the little spiral staircase, so I could get a look at her ass. As she was walking ahead of me, she shook her little fanny and asked how was the view from down there! So, apparently, she knew of my intentions.

We talked for about twenty minutes when Melissa woke up to use the restroom. I waited until her return to introduce my new friend.

"Honey, I'd like to introduce you to Jack. She wants to join the 'club' with us," I said, winking at her.

"OK, love. Why don't you go brush your teeth and leave us to get acquainted," Mel patronizingly said, winking at me. When it comes to situations like this, I'm about as subtle as a brick upside the head! Mel understands this, thankfully, and humors me, accordingly!

But she was right about one thing, I smelled rather garlicky, from our dinner, earlier that night. I realized that Jack must have had the same thing to eat as we did because neither of us was bothered by the odors.

It was now, about four in the morning and everyone but us was sleeping. On the way back from the bathroom I saw the hot Oriental stewardess sleeping next to the guy she'd been sucking off earlier who was also sleeping, contentedly.

I found my two lovely flying companions stretched out with the seat backs fully reclined. They were both under some blankets and I could tell they were both as naked as I wanted to be. Thankfully, the seats are wide enough to fit three people, comfortably. Even though there're only supposed to be two people, I wasn't going to complain about overcrowding. 

I'd taken off all my clothes in the bathroom and put on a robe that Mel had given me for Christmas a few years ago. I took the robe off standing in the aisle, in full view of anyone who wanted to see my nakedness and climbed between my two sexy partners! I couldn't wait to get started.

"Hey, no fair, you two," I said to Melissa and Jeannie-Kate. I could feel the heat rising from their genitals. "You bums started without me!"

"We couldn't wait," they both said in unison, cracking each other up as they laughed in unison, as well!

"Well, I am just going to have to catch up on the fun," I thought to myself.

I had wanted to be hard for a long time for Mel, so I'd taken a Viagra (not that I needed it but, you never know) and was rock hard and ready to go at that moment. The girls needed no foreplay, either, which was all right with me, too. I asked Mel if I could fuck Jack first, seeing as how Mel had had sex on an airplane, once before. Melissa is nothing if not accommodating to her friends so she said, "Pound away!" 

I rolled over on top of JK and positioned my erection at the opening of her twat and pushed in a little bit. I was going into unfamiliar territory, here and didn't want to hurt anyone. I felt Jack's pussy open to my cock's intruding presence.

JK just moaned as I proceeded into the very depths of her womanhood. Once I was completely inside her, I had to rest. I wanted her to know that I was going to be gentle and I think that she was glad of it because, as I looked down into her eyes, she just smiled up at me and whispered a small thank you. But I really, really wanted to bang her cunt hard and make her cum like a bitch! But the gentleman in me won-out and I didn't. It was a very polite, sedate screw. I moved very slowly, in and out of her tight, juicy box. She had another orgasm, her second of the session, and then she opened her eyes and silently mouthed the words, "FUCK ME, NOW!" 

I was still a long way from my own orgasm, so I whispered in her ear, "You asked for it, sweetheart," and slammed my whole weight into her body. I then pulled completely out of her vagina and told her to roll over on her stomach. I pulled her back up onto her knees and thrust myself back into her tight, sucking pussy from behind!

"I've never had it doggie-style, BB," she exclaimed, as I kept shoving my hard dick into her cunt! I looked down at her little pink, puckered anus and stuck my thumb in, all the way. This caused her to shout out loud, waking a few of the sleeping passengers who looked to see where the noise was coming from. 

The Asian stew looked up and saw that I was standing in the nude and she smiled a big grin! Then she gave her passenger friend a big lick on his cock, which woke him up.

I turned my attention back to Jack's heaving body and saw and felt her last orgasm. Her whole body shook for two minutes as she pulled away from my erection just to catch her breath!

Well, Mel saw that our new friend was pretty much spent and realized that I would need some help with my own rising need for an orgasm so she quickly positioned her mouth over my hard on and sucked it down to the root! I could feel the head of my cock banging against the back of Mel's throat. Mel, at that moment, was fingering her clitoris, trying to induce her own climax. I reached down and stuck one, then two, then three of my fingers into her vagina and wiggled them around until she exploded all over my hand in an incredible climax that must have rattled her teeth! She spit my cock out of her mouth and cried out, "Oh, my God, BBeeee!" This caused a few more people to wake up to check on who was making all the racket this time. 

I just stood there, with my seven inches of steel waving in the air, looking and feeling pretty self conscious, to say the least. But, more than that, I was damned horny! 

I still hadn't cum yet and was in desperate need of an orgasm of my own! I was going to go find that Oriental babe but Jack woke up, just in time and reached over and stuck my erection deep down her own throat!

AHH! Warmth at last! I never realized how hard up for a hole I could get until that very moment! 

I reached down with both hands and grabbed Jack's knees and flipped her on her back. She looked awfully surprised as I did this but I was beyond apologizing for my actions, at this point! I shoved my dick back into her cunt, which was still very lubricated and started to squeeze her breasts and nipples! This got her to really get into the act! She had another orgasm as I felt my own building up!

Since I didn't know if JK was using any birth control or not and didn't feel like risking anything like that, I pushed her on her back and grabbed for Mel's body. I knew that Melissa's on the pill so I spread her legs and shoved my whole length, deep into her tunnel and blew all that I'd been saving for her for the previous four months! 

"Ohhh, mama! Melissa you make me wanna FUCK you more each time we meet!" I cried out as I came into her tight body! I poured out more semen in that one ejaculation alone, than I'd done in the past five weeks of masturbating, combined! I filled her to over-flowing! Jack had to get in there and lick some of it up to keep it from spilling onto the floor. 

It was a truly memorable adventure for all of us! 

As the plane was nearing Fiji, at that moment, the flight crew started to walk up and down the aisles to make sure that we were all situated in our seats and buckled in. The three of us couldn't move a muscle, though, so the hot Asian Stewardess helped us up and buckled our still naked and heaving bodies into our seats. Jack took the empty seat row behind me and Mel. She was completely wiped, too!!

The plane landed and we all got off. We gave each other our addresses and phone numbers so we can call, write or visit each other someday. I even invited Jeannie-Kate to stay with me when she's in Florida, on a layover. She said she may be knocking on my door before I know it, saying, "As long as the sex is THAT great, I'll hafta come for an extended lay-over!"

Mel and I flew on to Melbourne, where we met a very sexy Aborigine woman, named Rachel. 

But I'll save THAT story for later.

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This is part one of a two part story. 

Look for part two, "There's a Geisha In My Soup" coming soon to a computer screen near you. 

xoxox, -BB



Mile High Love



"Good Morning, my love", I whisper into your ear. It's still dark outside and you are cranky because I'm waking you up. I put my hand on your shoulder as you are lying on your side and give you a little shake. "Get up Sarah! Today is the big day!"

You begrudgingly open your eyes a bit and look over at the alarm clock, "4:30!! Why'd you let me sleep in so late?!" You jump out of bed and start scurrying around the room, throwing off your pj's and I just watch you and smile and giggle as you run around all naked going towards the washroom. "Ugh!! I cannot believe you let me sleep so late Anthony!"

You are really upset, but I know you wanted to sleep in a bit and I got everything ready the night before. You stomp off to the shower and I can hear you turn on the water, 10 minutes later you come out still grumbling, towel wrapped around your body so I can just see the top of your breasts and your legs, I'm just lounging on the bed all ready to go. "Honestly, as if you did this to me, you are in so much trouble!!" You aren't yelling at all, and I know deep down you are totally happy and just putting on a show for me, you have to be upset...because...well just because. You drop the towel to the ground and I get a full view of your back and bum. A little trickle of water falls from your hair down your spine. You grab a pair of panties and whip them on, then some socks and some pants and a t-shirt and grumble your way to the washroom again. I hear you brush your teeth, wash up, blow dry your hair. Finally you pop open the door, "How do I look?" You ask.

"You look like the most beautfulest angel ever", I say with a smile. And of course it melts your heart and you finally smile back at me and come running and jump on my lap on the bed.

"Eeeeeeeee! I'm sooooo excited Tony!" I pull your face right close and give you a big kiss on the lips. From outside a horn honks and I push you away and you give a little pout.

I giggle with excitement, "Ok, you ready to go babe?" I ask.

"Yeah yeah!" And with that we run to the door, grab our suitcases and rush down to the cab. We throw them in the trunk and jump in the backseat and we are off on our way to the airport.

I jump into the cab and slide over and you jump in through the same door. "Airport," is all I say to the driver. It's still dark out, and it's only like 5:12 now. The whole trip to the airport my hand is on your knee, squeezing, and we are both smiley but quiet, every now and then looking at each other and planting a peck on the other's lips. I'm squeezing just above your knee the whole time and rubbing it just slightly back and forth and playing footsie with you just a bit.

We get to the airport and take our bags out of the trunk and go to wait in line to pick up our tickets and check in. You are standing in front of me the whole way and I wrap my arms around you from behind and sort of casually nuzzle your neck and just hold you close. The nice reception lady checks us in and wishes us "lovebirds" a lovely vacation. We grab our carry on stuff and go through customs. Our bags get scanned and as yours is going through I see the security guard throw a wink in your direction. "Umm...baby, what did you put in there?"

"Ohh...nothing at all lovely," you reply.

"Mhmm...well as long as we don't get thrown off the plane", I say and stick my tongue out at you playfully.

It's 6:45 now and there's still 45 minutes until our flight, all the lines were surprisingly short. "Get some more rest hun, you look bushed." We go to sit down at the terminal and you pass out with your head on my shoulder.

I nudge you awake again, that's twice today! "We're gonna be boarding any second," and I kiss you on the lips. "Happy Anniversary Sarah!" I exclaim with a huge smile on my face. For the big day we are taking a vacation to Hawaii! We get on the plane with no hassles, find our seats and I let you have the window. The plane takes off and we are smiling and they serve us breakfast right away, it's about 8 now but we've been up for so long. Both of us start to nod off after we eat and we fall asleep with a blanket over both of us.

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I feel something on my leg, squeezing it. I pop one eye open and peek over at you and you have one eye open and are smiling. I smile back and close my eye, but my smile doesn't go anywhere. I don't know how long we'd been sleeping but I feel totally rested now. Your hand creeps up my left leg a little higher and more inside, you are rubbing the inside of my thigh now and you can feel my pants bounce as my cock jumps with your touch. I start to slide my hand over now, under the blanket to your right leg and do to you what you are doing to me. We are rubbing each other's leg now and you travel up mine a bit further and grab my cock through my pants. The blanket is bouncing where my crotch is as you rub me and I can barely hold back my moans. "Baby, should we?"

"Mhmmmm," you answer and throw the blanket off of us as you are taking your hand off of me, and my hand off of you. "I'm off to the washroom," you say and head off down the aisle. I'm careful to check which one you go into.

3 AGONIZING minutes go by. The longest 3 minutes of my life. I'm sitting and waiting and so incredibly horny. All I can think of is you in the washroom and what will happen when I get there to be with you. Finally I get up and start to casually head back to the washrooms and knock on the one you went into, I see the sign turn from "Locked" to "Open" and quickly open it and jump in, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it.

You are already way ahead of me. You are sitting up on the sink, your pants are in a pile on the floor with your shoes, your hand is down your panties and I can see that you are rubbing yourself with your other hand up underneath your shirt grabbing your breast. I quickly slide my shoes off too and kneel down between your legs. You prop one leg up against the wall behind me but I've grabbed the other one. I kiss the top of your foot, and the bottom of your calf, up around your mid shin, around to the top back of your calf. I tickle your foot a little and you giggle so loud! There's a knocking at the door and a voice, "Are you ok in there miss?"

"No no, I..mmm, God...I mean, I'm ok!" you manage.

"Ok," the flight attendant says back.

"We have to be a bit more careful Sarah!" I cautiously whisper to you. I start to tickle your foot again, you haven't stopped masturbating yet, I can see little beads of sweat on your forehead and taste a little bit on your leg. I straighten your leg up and kiss the back of your knee, your fingers still rubbing on your pussy and clit; I can see that one of your fingers has started to slide in and out of you. I stay on the back of your knee, sucking on the hollow there, running my tongue along it while my hands caress your calf, you have a huge smile on your face as you look skyward with your eyes shut, biting your lip to keep from making a sound. I kiss higher along your leg, up the back of your thigh, kissing and licking every square inch of you, massaging around your leg wherever my lips aren't. I let you finally prop your leg behind me, I'm stuck between your legs now, staring at your panties and watching as you masturbate underneath them, looking up to see you bite your bottom lip so hard. I sit there between your legs staring at your beauty, I can feel my cock stiff in my pants and reach down and start to rub myself over top of them at the same speed as you are pushing your finger inside you.

It's more than I can handle, your smell, your sexiness, your beauty, my lust takes over and I need to taste you. I stand up and put your legs down. You take your hand from your breast and prop up your bum as I pull your panties off, your other hand never leaving your pussy. I take your t-shirt from the bottom and roll it up your body and up over your head. As your hair tumbles down out the hole I lean in hard and kiss you on your lips, drawing your tongue into my mouth straight away. Your hand goes back to your pussy in a flash and we are making out while you masturbate, penetrating your pussy with your finger. Our tongues mingle and play and dance over one another. I let my right hand drift to your left breast and I start to pinch your nipple and rub your breast, squeezing it and rubbing. You are starting to moan loudly, but it's into my mouth and I am eating your moans, sucking your tongue, playing with your breasts while you masturbate...your toes start to curl as you rub yourself.

Your head leans back again and I start to kiss down your neck, all around your collarbone and down between your breasts. My warm breath and kisses and tongue travel over to your left breast and I start to suck on your beautiful pink nipple, drawing it into my mouth and biting it ever so softly. I let my tongue flick it while it's in my mouth. Your nipple is now wet and hard and I start to lick around the rest of your milky white breast, I kiss and lick all up the side and all along the bottom, tasting your now sweaty body. I travel down and down from there, stopping on your belly button to pull your ring just a tad and to kiss your tummy all over. I kneel down again between your legs and finally you pull your fingers from your pussy and point them at me, I lick them clean and you grab your breasts as I start to lean towards your pussy. It's glistening with wetness, enticing me to come closer and lick it everywhere. I lean in and you start to moan, I haven't even touched you yet, just my breath on your pussy is completely erotic to you. Your hips sway back and forth and you moan a little more, and I'm still not touching you, I'm just waiting. Waiting. Waiting. You roll your nipples in between your fingers and squeeze your breasts. Finally I dive down hungrily and lick you from the bottom to the top of your pussy, finishing with a flick of your clit with my tongue. I lick it all over, my hot, moist tongue tasting every inch of your pussy, lapping up all of your juices. I spread your pussy wide and lick the soft insides of your lips, up and down and all over. I kiss the insides of your thighs and above your pussy on your lower tummy. I slide down lower and kiss your clit again and suck on it. I bite it ever so slightly, just enough to make sure you can feel. "Mmm...Tony...mmm...mmm...oh god..mmmm", is all I can hear from you.

My cock is so hard now. Eating your pussy, tasting it, hearing you moan...it's too much to stand. My cock is aching in my pants just dying to come out. Slowly, finally I start to slide up from your pussy, kissing my way back to your mouth. Your heart is beating so fast I can feel it as I kiss over your breast, tasting your sweaty body. I kiss you full on the lips again and now you can taste yourself all over my face. I straighten up in front of you, standing up. Your hand falls down to your wet, waiting pussy again. I take my shirt off, rolling it up and over my head. By the time my head is out of my shirt I see that you have stuck your fingers back inside your pussy and are licking your lips. Your breath is so laboured that I can hear little breathy moans escaping your lips as you pant. Your eyes are locked on the bulge in my pants, you can see that I'm incredibly turned on already and you lick your lips again, turning me on even more. I undo the button and slide the zipper down on my pants. In one motion I drop my pants and underwear, my cock bouncing straight up and out as it is released. You are pushing your finger in and out, masturbating so well and still I hear a muffled "Eep" from you when you first get to see my cock. Before you can do anything though, I lean back against the wall and take my cock in my hand and start to masturbate in time to you. When you speed up, pushing your finger in rougher and faster I jerk off faster and harder. When you slow down, I slow down my stroking to match. It's like we are fucking, but it's all just imagination now, remembering what it's like for me to be inside your pussy, thrusting myself into you, sending waves of pleasure through us both. My eyes are locked on you, on your pussy and on your eyes. All you can see is my masturbating, my hand wrapped around my cock and stroking my whole length. On one of my longer strokes the whole head of my cock pops out and you whisper under your breath, "I need it baby."

Quickly you jump up and slide around me, virtually pushing me onto the counter, my cock pointed straight at you. You slide down, not stopping for anything and take my cock into your mouth and I moan quietly, "Oooooohhh, Sarah!" You push my cock head inside your mouth and run your tongue all over it, circling it and flicking it. It's so hard and sensitive and I'm so turned on, just this first touch and I'm already letting a little bit of cum out. You lick my salty cum off and swallow it and you keep going, you take more of my cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on me, fucking my cock with your mouth. You let your teeth dig just a little, so that they trace along me and give just enough pressure for it to feel amazing. Your tongue is sliding along the vein on the bottom of my cock as you slide it in and out of your mouth, pausing at the tip sometimes to suck on it or to circle it with your tongue. You get your hands into it now, your mouth working just the tip of my cock and your hand starting to rub the base of my cock and my balls. You stroke slowly so as not to send me to orgasm, but god, it feels so good. You let my cock pop out from your mouth, "Fuck me Anthony, now."

You stand up and spin me around with you so that you are over the counter now. You point your bum towards me and lean yourself over the sink against the mirror. I step up behind you and push my cock deep inside your pussy, all the way in, my whole length into you in one smooth, slow motion. I grab your hair from the back of your head and start to fuck you, sliding my cock in and out of your pussy, not much to start, staying deep inside you and pulling on your hair softly. With every thrust I come out a bit farther, sliding more back in, just slow for now. I squeeze your bum with my free hand and spank it as I'm making love to you. I pull your head back and lean down and kiss you while we fuck; I'm going harder now and pushing more of me into you. You have to brace yourself against the mirror so that my thrusting doesn't bump your head into the mirror. We are breathless and sweaty and moaning and my cock is drenched in your pussy juices from pushing in and out of you. We continue to kiss as I fuck you hard, our moans drifting into each other's mouths, it's the only way we can be quiet. Our fucking is loud though, my hips smashing into your ass as I fuck you from behind. I feel you start to bite my lower lip, you are moaning beneath your breath and your eyes have shut. I can feel your pussy clench on my cock as you orgasm. I push in and out of your tightened pussy one more time before my orgasm takes over and I shoot my hot cum up inside you. Our bodies relax after our orgasms subside, my cock getting soft inside you. We continue to kiss as our sweaty bodies touch, mine still on top of yours.

"This was a great club to join," I say with a smile to you. "And a great way to start our trip too!"



Mile High Luck



Chapter 1

The fleet manager boarded his flight after a long delay. For compensation they bumped him into first class, which was the least the airline could do. It was a red-eye flight, so even the coach section was pretty empty. There were only six other people in the first class section. All were lounging in the comfortable leatherback seats, with lots of foot room, programming Internet, movies or music onto their personal viewing screen. He put his carry-on bag in the large overhead compartment and got settled. The seat next to him was vacant upon take off.

The pilot made his regular introductions over the intercom, and then the flight attendants did their safety speel. The fleet manager noticed how attractive the stewardess was in his section. He noticed the top 2 buttons of her white blouse were undone and she was wearing a navy lace push up bra. The only accessories she wore were a small brooch, resembling golden wings, and a blue silk scarf tied around her neck. The navy skirt she wore was sexy, and short, with a slit up the side, but not slutty. She wore a pair of high-heeled dress boots, which hugged her muscular calves. He liked the way she ran her fingers up the oxygen tube when she was demonstrating safety precautions. She was giggling and winked at him, as she acted out all of the motions. 

That's what he loved about this airline's stewardesses. They were all good-humoured and laid back. And most of them were very attractive and attentive in meeting their customer's needs. Besides who could resist a woman in uniform, with the reputation of initiating passengers to the Mile High Club?

As take-off was approaching the sexy stewardess buckled herself into the designated attendant rest area next to the gentleman. After acceleration and achieving the maintained flight pattern, the auburn-haired stewardess rose from her seat and came around with the cocktail and dinner menus. When she returned, she took his order of a bottle of wine, and the dinner feature. 

He proceeded to eat his meal and have a couple of glasses of red. After checking on the other passengers, the stewardess came by and asked if everything was to his satisfaction. He asked her to sample the red wine. She winked and mentioned that she preferred scotch. A nice, smooth, relaxing drink. He asked her what she recommended, and she brought him a bottle.

The traveler asked for a glass of ice, and once again the sexy stewardess came over to make sure his needs were being met. They shared a glass, and poured another as she sat down beside him to rest. The lights were dimmed and most travelers were sleeping, taking advantage of the extra space to stretch out. There was a bit of a draft, so he asked for a blanket and pillow to curl up with. She stood up and went into the overhead compartment next to the lavatory. As she reached up, her skirt and blouse rode up a little, and the gentleman caught a brief glimpse of her bare midriff and upper thighs. She returned with the items. He noticed she brought an extra blanket as well. 

Being sky high always made the gentleman horny. It could have been a result of the altitude, the pressurized cabin, the turbulence or the flirty flight attendants. Who knows? All he knew was that he was starting to get an erection. He wondered how many people actually get off during a flight, underneath the privacy the blankets provided. 

She passed the items to him, as they each got comfortable under the warmth of the covers. He poured the two of them another dram of scotch and made small talk as the other passengers slept. Once the drink was done, the gentleman propped up his pillow and turned towards the window. He brought the blanket under his chin and tried to drift off for a nap. The stewardess flipped through a magazine until she too became sleepy. Her eyes closed. 

When he thought she was asleep, the fleet manager undid his pants and began to stroke his firm cock. He slid is thumb underneath the rim of his purple head and squeezed. Precum was beginning to seep out of the tip. He continued slowly at first, enjoying the build up, knowing he was jerking off next to a beautiful woman. He could get caught, but that added to his excitement. He fisted his cock with one hand and began to cup his balls with the other. He tried to maintain discreet strokes so he wouldn't bring attention to himself while she was snoozing. He had to fight to keep his breathing quiet and relaxed. It was kind of like edging. He fantasized about fucking the sexy little stewardess beside him. He couldn't fully indulge in a big stroke-off session, but the restraint and resistance he had to demonstrate was even more arousing.

He wasn't sure at first, but he thought he sensed movement from beside him. He slowed his pace and shortened his strokes so he could hear. He swore he could hear the wet, smacking sounds of the flight attendant's fingers playing with her hot pussy. 

The stewardess did in fact know exactly what the traveler was doing. She was not asleep, and watching him made her extremely horny. She pressed her thighs together and felt her clit swell. She decided to perform a little parallel play of her own, beside him. Underneath the blanket, her fingers pushed the crotch of her panties to one side. She hiked her skirt up a bit so she could spread her legs slightly. As she listened to his ragged breathing, her thumb flicked the tip of her clit, and her fingers explored her pussy lips. She was already dripping, eager to address her sexual energy. Her fingers slid back and forth across her pussy. Every so often she would insert her middle finger and diddle inside a little, lubing her fingers and pussy without full penetration. She worked herself up until she couldn't help but to thrust two fingers inside her clenching cunt. She worked herself hard, gyrating her hips. At this point, she didn't care if the stranger beside her knew what she was doing. In fact, she wanted the gentleman to know. And he did.

They turned towards each other and lifted the armrest between them. The flight attendant reached under the traveler's blanket and replaced his hand with hers, stroking his rigid manhood, feeling the engorged veins against her palm. The fleet manager groaned softly and reached over to feel how wet she was. His fingers slipped easily inside her soft skinned slit. Her fist tightened around his swollen, shaven cock and she quickened her pace. He fingered her faster and with full force. She knew she was going to cum all over him, and from the expression on his face she could tell he wasn't far away from blowing his load, either.

The gentleman began to feel the tingling pressure build up in his cock. His balls tightened, and he could feel a throbbing begin to surge forward and upward, growing more intense. The flight attendant stopped what she was doing and led him by the wrist to the first class lavatory, behind the curtain at the front of the plane. Once inside, she switched the lock over to occupied, and the no smoking sign overhead lit up. "There's no sign saying 'No Sex'", she thought, laughing to herself. The flight attendant embraced the gentleman, grabbing his ass, and pulled him to her. She pressed her tits and hips against him, and felt his penis push back against her. She took a step forward, leaving no option for the man but to sit down on the covered lavatory seat. She pushed his pants down around his ankles and hiked her skirt up to her waist, removed her panties and straddled him. She deliberately plunged herself down onto his stiff, smooth rod. She bucked forward, slowly and forcefully, sending him deeper inside her moist cunt, and then lifted herself up from his shaft pausing a few moments between each downward motion, allowing the tip of his cock to tease her sensitive clit. 

He too was being teased. He wanted nothing more but to fuck this horny little stewardess fast and hard. He'd already been worked up to a frenzy when she was giving him a handjob, and his balls were aching to explode his hot cum inside of her.

The sexy stewardess continued to ride him. She increased her pace as she bounced up and down. She opened her blouse and removed her bra so she could play with her nipples as he watched. Her scarf hung sexily between her breasts. She tried to spread her legs wider, but the space was cramped. Her knees kept hitting the sides of the sink and opposite wall. Thump, thnk, Thump, thnk...She was hoping the passengers would sleep through the entire racket they were causing. 

Finally, the Fleet Manager positioned the flight attendants legs up and over his shoulders. He liked the cool feel of her leather boots against his hot body. He licked her calves, where the rim of the boots hugged her skin. She arched back with her hands on the floor behind her. She had great thrusting power from this position, and he had a perfect view of her tight little twat swallowing his meat. Not to mention, it was perfect placement for a g-spot orgasm!

The traveler grabbed her ass and plunged up into her as he pulled her down against his hips. He fucked her with his raging cock, and she felt him pound into her pussy, hearing her juices squish and smack with every thrust. He watched his cock disappear into her depths, re-emerging, coated with her honey. He played with her clit with his thumb, and felt it harden against the tips of his fingers. She began to grind against his hand as she fucked him. The sheer pleasure of being filled with his perfect cock combined with his massaging fingers on her own clitoral erection was more than she could take. She wanted him to fuck her hard, fuck her deep and fuck her fast ...NOW! Her sopping wet cunt was quivering, her legs began to convulse as he rammed her full of his massive love muscle. Each powerful thrust stimulated her g-spot just right. 

"God, yeah, fuck me, it feels so good right there! Your cock's gonna make me gush!"

Upon hearing this, the traveler could hold back no longer. He shoved his manhood inside of her, three more times and on the third he fucked her so deep and hard he felt her pussy clenching and gushing all over his hot exploding cock. He shot off deep inside of her, creaming her good. It was just about time for her to make her rounds and check on the other passengers. She stood up, and he pulled his exhausted muscle from her tenderized pussy. As he did, white strings of his hot cum mixed with her fluids, seeped down her thighs. She took a couple of the complimentary wet wipes to clean them both up. They washed and were still pretty shaky before leaving the lavatory at separate times. The stewardess smoothed down her skirt, buttoned her blouse, and reapplied her lip-gloss. Just before she left, she pinned the golden wings onto the gentleman's shirt. 

The fleet manager inquired about the length of the flight. Two more hours. He found out that the flight attendant was stopping over for two days to stay with her twin sister who was also in the travel and tourism industry. As luck would have it, the sexy stewardess' sister was a chambermaid in the same posh hotel the traveler was booked to stay at! He felt like he had won the lottery! For the next two hours, he fantasized about the two women, watching them, joining in with them, being sandwiched between their voluptuous bodies. 

Chapter 2 The traveler always imagined how beautiful it would be watching two sexy, horny women play together. He never dreamed it could potentially become a reality! Before departing the aircraft, the fleet manager and the stewardess made plans to meet in the hotel nightclub later that evening after the business of the day. She had mentioned that her sister might be working in the bar to make extra cash to supplement her chambermaid wages. 

The hotel was innovatively designed, offered a variety of nightly entertainment for business travelers and all rooms were executive suites with huge comfy king sized beds. And of course, the service was outstanding...

The fleet manager checked in and went up to his assigned room, 369. The first thing he did was check out the massive bed. Big, fluffy pillows were propped against the headboard. The mattress was a pillow top and the sheets were soft as silk. He looked around the room. There was a big 32-inch television, with an advertisement placed on top for pay TV movies. There was a good sized bar fridge and a cozy sitting area in front of the gas fireplace. Very nice, he thought as he wandered over to the bar fridge. Inside, it was fully stocked with a range of beverages. Above the fridge was a mini bar, with different types of glasses, cognac, scotch, brandy and various liquors. Fruit, chocolate, cheese and crackers were also provided. 

The gentleman dropped some ice into a short whiskey glass and poured himself some of the Hennessy XO cognac. He had some time to kill, and was still horny from the flight, so he took a sip of the smooth warm cognac, and decided to shower. As he soaped up his body, he could still smell the lingering perfume and scent of sex on his body. His anticipation about this evening was growing, as was his erection. He soaped up his hands and started to stroke his semi-hard shaft as he imagined the two women making love to each other as he watched. He visualized their bare tits pressing against each other, touching each other's hips and thighs as they kissed passionately. He pictured them with their long sexy legs entwined as they rubbed their slick pussies in tandem. He continued with his slow, erotic jerk-off. His cock was hard now. He knew he'd better not give in to his urge to come. He had to save his energy for the evening, if he was lucky! He would prefer if it didn't come down to manual labour with Mighty Righty in his tighty whiteys tonight. He played with his cock a little more, and then continued to lather up the rest of his body. The hot water felt so good. When he was squeaky clean, he stepped out of the shower and reached for one of the huge fluffy white hotel towels and headed to the bar to make himself another drink. He leisurely got dressed, pausing every now and again to rub and tease his cock. When he finished his drink, he grabbed the cardkey and went down to the club. 

The bar was busier than he thought it would be. It was like a classy Cowboys on a smaller scale. The DJ played a mix of country, Latin, techno and hip-hop. The waitresses all had perfectly round tits and pierced navels. The bartenders were sexy in their black tees, jeans and cowboy hats. The shooter girls looked hot in their black tight tank tops, denim skirts and holsters. The music was loud and the atmosphere was lively. The fleet manager enjoyed the freedom of being a stranger in a big city. He ordered a drink and stood by the dance floor and watched as he waited for the stewardess and her twin to show up. 

He watched as one of the shooter girls made her rounds. She was across the dance floor from where he stood. She had auburn hair and a pair of tits so round and firm and a delicious looking ass. She offered men shots of Tequila, Jack Daniels or Sambuca. If the guy tipped big, she would place the glass between her voluptuous breasts, hike up her denim skirt and straddle him as she sat in his lap, before taking the bottle out of her holster and pouring it slowly into the glass. She would then perform a mini lap dance as the guy took the shot from between her tits and swallowed.

The fleet manager thought he could probably use a shot to relax his nerves. He had the expectation of a threesome tonight, but perhaps the stewardess' twin wouldn't be in to it. He had to be prepared for either scenario and play it cool. He pulled out his wallet and a 20-dollar bill to get her attention. As she made her way through the crowds, towards him, he noticed the striking resemblance to the sexy stewardess he had just fucked hours ago. It was her twin! They had the same sinful lips, dark eyes and auburn hair. The only apparent difference was the size and shape of their breasts. The stewardess was 'au natural', while he figured the shooter girl probably had a boob job to help boost tips and sales.

"What'll it be, Cowboy?" 

He gave her the twenty and she poured him tequila. She danced in his lap, and rubbed her hot crotch in circles against his. He buried his face in her chest, licked the valley between her tits and took the drink. She felt his hardness grow against her.

As the lap dance ended, the fleet manager stood up and the stewardess approached him from behind, embracing him and pressing her firm breasts against his back. She slapped his ass. "Hey, Stranger!" She smiled. 

"Are you referring to me or him?" The shooter girl came around and gave her sister a huge hug and kiss on the lips. 

"Hey sweetie! Long time no see!" the stewardess laughed. 

"Is this the anonymous traveler you were telling me about? He's hot! And I'm off in an hour", called the shootergirl as she sauntered off to her next waiting customer.

The fleet manager felt his face flush. So the two sisters had already spoken. He wondered what the night would offer. He bought the stewardess a drink and they talked a little before heading out on to the dance floor. 

The dance floor was packed. Hot, sweaty, dancing bodies were everywhere. Everyone was into their own groove, and there were a lot of couples doing their own versions of dirty dancing. 

The sexy stewardess pressed her body against his as they danced. She swayed her hips and touched her lower belly seductively. This little hottie had all the moves. She twisted down, hiking her skirt up slightly. He caught a brief glimpse of her bare, pantiless pussy. As she moved back up, she pressed her body against his, stopping to grind against him for a few beats. They continued to dance; the fleet manager followed her lead, enticing her with his own dirty dancing. He brought her to him and spun her around 180. He slid his hands along the side of her body, feeling the curve of her breasts, and continued down to her hips. She thrust her ass out slightly and wiggled it to the rhythm of the music. He gyrated his hips forward and back to the beat. She felt his hardness. He reached around to her belly and pulled her back against him. He pressed his cock against her hot ass as they danced and moved to the music. As the techno beat got faster, the two of them became lost in their own arousal. 

"Mind if I join in?" Shootergirl asked. "I'm off for the rest of the night".

She came around behind the fleet manager and draped her arms around his shoulders as she rubbed her pelvis against his butt. "How about midnight snacks and sandwiches, later?" She suggested.

Again, he couldn't believe his luck! No manual labour tonight! Threes were usually unlucky for him. Not so, anymore! The shooter girl turned out to be just as horny and eager as the stewardess. The threesome continued to hump and grind against each other as they danced. Sometimes the two girls would dance together seductively as the fleet manager watched. The sexy little stewardess raised one leg and wrapped it around her sister's ass as she rubbed herself against the twin's hips. They thrust their pelvises together, as they touched each other's hot and sweaty bodies. It was a huge turn-on for the gentleman. His cock felt like bursting. He'd been in a constant state of horniness since he boarded the plane late last night. 

Not wanting to wait any longer, he initiated going up to his room for drinks and continuing the evening up there. Obviously the girls didn't need much convincing, so they all headed up to room 369.

Chapter 3

Upon entering his room, the fleet manager offered the ladies drinks and poured one for himself. He expected awkwardness, but there was none. The two sisters got up on the king-sized bed. They noticed the Pay TV brochure and suggested ordering a porn. Well, the fleet manager needed no convincing either, so he got it set up and joined the two of them on the bed. 




Mile High Luck



They started watching the movie. About five minutes in, the twins began playing with themselves, flirting with each other. The fleet manager removed his pants and pulled his hard cock out of his shorts and started stroking, watching the two beautiful women caress each other. Before long, the ladies had stripped each other's clothes off. He discovered another difference between the two. He loved the way the stewardess shaved her pubes into a landing strip, while her sister sported a cute little heart shape.

It was obvious that the two of them were very familiar with each other's desires. It was beautiful to watch two gorgeous women pleasuring each other, kissing and licking each other's lips with wet pointed tongues. Watching them as they embraced, seeing their sexy bodies entwined together. He so wanted a piece of that action!

The gentleman rolled over towards the two passionate women. He removed his shorts and started kissing the shooter girl's neck, licking her behind her ears, sending shivers down her spine and quivers between her thighs. He pressed his engorged cock against her bare round ass, and up and down her crack. She rubbed her sister's wet pussy with one hand and reached behind her with the other to stroke the traveler's huge cock. He reached over and played with the stewardesses erect nipples, as her sister moved down to lick her wet cunt. 

He watched as the shooter girl licked her lips and licked up and down her twin's swollen pussy lips. She parted her labia with her pointed tongue, darting in and out of her juicy hole. She slowly built up speed until the stewardess moaned and thrust her pussy into her sister's face. The shooter girl fucked her with two fingers as she continued to lick the stewardess's engorged clit. Her sister's juices mingled with her saliva as she thrust her fingers and tongue in and out, feeling the heat and dampness surrounding her.

The traveler couldn't hold off any longer. The sight of his shooter girl's ass, and her tongue lapping up her sister's honey was more than he could stand. He grabbed his cock and shoved it up the shooter girl's hot wet cunt and rode her from behind as she fingerfucked her sister and licked up her trickling honey. As he thrust into her, she worked her tongue and fingers faster and more desperately. Her sister began to moan and buck. Then she too began to moan and buck as the fleet manager fucked her. "Oh God, Fuck yeah! It feels so good! Ram that cock into me!" Her pussy clenched his cock and started pulsating around him. He felt her cream flow against his hard shaft as she thrust her hips back against his battering ram over and over again. She came all over him as she ravaged her sister's pussy.

The stewardess pleaded, "I need your cock in me! I'm gonna cum! Fuck my wet cunt!" 

The gentleman pulled out of shooter girl's soaked pussy and changed positions. He looked at the horny stewardess, watching her flick her clit as she waited, legs spread, for him to fuck her with his powerful tool. He positioned himself above her and shoved his rod deep into her. Every time he thrust, she moaned. Her pussy was hot and he enjoyed the fact that it felt so much like her sister's. The shooter girl was still eager to participate, every time he pulled out, she would lick his shaft and massage his balls. Her fingers stroked his asshole, and stimulated the outer prostate area, causing him to thrust harder into her sister. 

The stewardess was so aroused watching her sister tongue the traveler's cock each time he withdrew from her own pussy. She felt her cunt begin to quiver and clench against his throbbing cock. He could feel her cumming. He rammed her harder and deeper again and again as her hot juices exploded out of her, all over him. He moved down to lick up what he could as she gushed more. He was on the brink of no return. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it faster and faster. His balls tightened and he felt the surging cum about to be released. "I'm gonna blow my load" he groaned as the two girls took turns licking his shaft, deep throating him, and sucking him. The two girls kissed passionately and started rubbing their pussies as he came. He shot hot white ropes of cum on their faces and their breasts. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't talk. He was completely spent. It was the most intense orgasm he ever had. 

From then on, the traveler believed in the power of threes, and still couldn't believe his mile high luck. 



Mile-High Med Student



I had been looking forward to seeing Shauna for weeks. We had been dating for nearly a year now, but it had been almost three months since I last saw her. See Shauna and I had met during our senior year of college in New York. We met at some frat party, and we were both out to have a good time, so we hit it off pretty well. She was a fun girl, pretty wild, and awfully hot. 

Things went well and we had a lot of fun, but nothing too seriously. Since we were having a lot of fun, I didn't want to end the relationship even though I really didn't love Shauna. I just figured after graduating from college, we'd each just go our own way. I was accepted to medical school and would be staying in NYC. Shauna wasn't sure what she would be doing. 

At the last minute, she decided to stay in New York after graduation, move in with a friend from school, and look for a job. She was very serious about maintaining our relationship, and since I wasn't going to turn down free pussy, I agreed. We continued to have fun, although I was working much harder once med school started. Shauna though, couldn't find a job. She had no money, and eventually she gave in to pressure from her parents to move back to Florida where she was from and look for a job there. 

I thought that would be the end of our relationship, but Shauna was very insistent that we should stay together. She thought that we would still be able to get together pretty frequently. She left for Miami Beach shortly after New Years. 

That was one hell of a night. Shauna said she wanted to give me a fucking I wouldn't forget. After going out to a friend's New Year's Eve party, we came back to her apartment. She said she had a surprise for me. She went into the bathroom wearing her short black skirt and button-down white shirt. But when she came out, she was dressed as a nurse! She had on the white dress, with stockings, and high-heeled shoes, the white hat, and bright red lipstick. 

"Is there a doctor who can help me?" she asked. I was shocked. We had never role-played before. She walked over to her desk and turned on a camcorder that she had positioned facing the bed. Then she came over to me, undid my fly, and started sucking my cock. It was awesome to see a hot nurse down on her knees sucking me off. We then went to the bed and fucked, with Shauna staying in her nurse character the whole time. It was the best night of sex in my life! When I left the next day, Shauna gave me the videotape of our screwing. "Enjoy this until we next get together. Then I'll give you something to really enjoy!"

That was nearly three months ago. I had jacked off watching that video of me fucking her dressed like a nurse so many times. Now I would be going down to Florida for my Spring Break and finally getting some of that sweet pussy again. But when I got to her house, Shauna didn't seem so excited to see me. I was immediately suspicious. That's when she told me that she had met someone else. 

That bitch! She hadn't said a thing to me over the phone. I had been faithful to her for months, had flown all the way down to Florida to see her, and here she was telling me that she was screwing some other guy. I was mad, I was angry, and I was pissed off at her. So I changed my flight plans and the next day I headed back to the airport to fly home and get on with my life.

The flight was just reaching cruising altitude when I heard the intercom come on. "If there's a doctor or nurse on board, please report to the rear of the plane. I repeat: If there's a doctor or nurse on board, please report to the back of the plane immediately. Thank you."

What was going on? Somebody must be sick. I looked around. I was sitting near the middle of the plane, but I didn't see anyone standing up or heading to the back. The isle was clear. I waited a minute. Still nobody stood up. Should I go back there? I was only a first-year medical student. I hadn't ever started seeing patients yet. All I had done was start learning some of the background info, so that eventually I would be able to see patients. I would be of no use if someone were actually sick. I wouldn't know what to do.

So I sat and thought for another minute. But what if I was the sick person's only hope? At that moment, the flight attendant came on to the intercom again and asked for a doctor. Ok, I thought, if no one else can help, I'll give it a shot.

I headed to the back of the plane. I could see a stewardess standing up with two other people. The stewardess was middle-aged and appeared aggravated. The two other people were young ladies, college aged, and looked Hispanic. As I walked closer, the shorter, thinner Latina girl swayed to her side and fell down. The other girl tried to lift her back up, but once she couldn't, she got down on her knees next to her. That's when I arrived back there.

"Doctor! Thank you so much for coming," said the stewardess. But before I could tell her that I wasn't actually a doctor, she continued talking. "This girl here was dizzy and she just passed out. Her friend here says that they've been drinking a lot." 

That's when the friend kneeling down jumped in. "Hey I said we had some drinks. She's just a little drunk—-nothing to go crazy about." She spoke with a Spanish accent, and I could tell that she was not happy with the stewardess. 

As I looked down at her, my eyes were immediately focused on her cleavage. She had some big titties, probably C cups, and was wearing a low-cut white tank top accentuating her cleavage. I was staring at those breasts when I heard the stewardess shriek, "Oh, no!" 

I looked over and the drunk girl was vomiting. "She ruining my plane!" the flight attendant continued. Vomit was on the girl's face and shoulder, and tracked down to the carpet on the floor.

The flight attendant was shaking she was so upset. She looked at me. "Doctor, she's just a drunk girl. Help me carry her into the bathroom and she can vomit in there—-in the toilet-—and give me a chance to clean this mess up." 

She started to grab the drunk girl's arms and drag her to the lavatory door which was only a few feet away. So I joined in, along with the girl's friend. Soon we had moved her into the bathroom and laid her against one wall. 

The stewardess, who was now holding the door open, looked at me and said, "Stay in here and see to it that she's feeling better." With that, she gave a menacing stare at the other girl, turned away, and let the door fall shut.

I was left in the small bathroom with the two girls. It was a tight fit. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly the girl who was standing started speaking, "What a bitch. That stewardess is a tight-ass. She wouldn't know the first thing about having fun." Then she asked, "So you're a doctor?"

I then realized that I hadn't spoken the entire time. I wasn't sure what to say. "Well, I, uh..."

Before I could continue, she cut in. "That's cool. You're pretty young to be a doctor. I'm Maria and this is Angelica," she said as she pointed down to her friend. "We just went down to South Beach to have a good time for Spring Break, you know. So we had some more drinks this morning, and maybe brought a few more in our carry-ons. So Angie's a little drunk, no big problem."

It seemed pretty straight forward to me. I've been drunk before. It certainly looked like the girl on the floor, Angie, was drunk. No need for a doctor here—-thank god.

I was debating what to do. Could I leave? Angie was lying down, her back propped up against the wall opposite the door. The two other walls had the toilet on one wall and the sink on the other. 

Angie started to moan now. "Uhhh..." She was a short, hot Latino girl. She was maybe 5'2" with very dark, straight black hair, and dark skin. And she was very thin—-she couldn't have weighed more than 100 pounds. She was dressed like she was out on Spring Break—-a tight white t-shirt, short green shorts, and flip-flop sandals. She had small tits, and her bra (which looked like it was also a shade of green) was visible through her t-shirt. Her shorts were very, very short, and I'm sure that if she was turned over I would have been able to see the bottoms of her ass cheeks below them.

She was hot! But she was also drunk. Her head was swaying from side to side as she moaned incoherent words. Plus there was vomit on her face, shoulder, and shirt too.

I looked at Maria, her friend, who was standing opposite me. She was hot too, but in a very different way. While Angie was short and tight, Maria was taller and rounder. She was dark haired and eyed like Angie, but was at least 5'8". Her tits, as mentioned earlier were big and poking through her tight white tank top. I didn't see any signs of a bra underneath. She was wearing a short, loose black skirt. You could tell she had a nice round ass. She had her purse over her shoulder.

Maria then bent down, putting her purse down. She spoke to Angie. "How you feeling Angie?" Another moan was her only reply. "Feel like you need to throw up again?"

Angie nodded yes.

Maria helped Angie lean forward. Soon Angie had her head over the toilet. She was on her knees, with her hands on either side of the bowl. But I was staring at her ass. See, I was right about her shorts—-the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible below the end of her shorts. I could also see that the green shorts had the words "South Beach" written in white on the ass. It must have been a souvenir of their trip.

As I was staring at Angie's tight ass, I heard her moan again and the sound of vomit splashing in the bottom of the toilet. After a few seconds she was done. At least she made it to the toilet this time, I thought. Maria, who was kneeling down next to Angie, now stood up. She then asked me to help her lift Angie up. We each grabbed an arm, and with a little effort, Angie was stand9ing up between up. Good thing she didn't weigh anything. We each held on as it was clear that Angie was still too dizzy to stand on her own. She swayed a little from side to side.

"You feeling better?" Maria asked her.

"A little." She had responded, which was an improvement.

Maria replied, "Good. Don't worry, the doctor an I are going to make sure you feel better." I guess I was in for the long haul.

"Here, lets move over near the sink so we can clean you off." So we moved her. Maria grabbed some paper towels, wet them in the sink, and then started to wipe off any vomit from Angie's face and neck. Soon she was clean. 

However, Maria didn't stop though. She then started to wipe off Angie's t-shirt. Some vomit had landed on the left shoulder of the shirt, so Maria was wiping in that area. Maria applied more and more water as she tried to clean it off. Water was splattering from the sink over the shoulder, but it was also landing over the whole left side of her shirt. 

Was I witnessing a wet t-shirt contest?

Maria just kept splashing water until the whole side of the shirt was wet, and becoming see-through! Angie's bra was clearly visible. But Maria seemed not to care. As she splashed more and more, water covered more of Angie's shirt, and also got on Maria's own shirt! Was she doing this on purpose?

"Looks like I got the vomit all off," she said. "Now we just need to let this shirt dry. Ok, Angie, we're just gonna take your shirt off to let it dry."

I was shocked, and delighted!

"Ok," came a mumble from Angie's mouth.

Maria turned and looked at me. "Well are you gonna help me? Don't tell me the Doctor is afraid of a little skin!"

Did she know that I wasn't really a doctor? I'm not sure, but I helped raise Angie's arms and Maria lifted the shirt over hear head. In a second it was off, and Angie stood in her bra. It was a light green cotton bra, but the left cup was clearly wet and it looked a bit darker. 

Then Maria said, "I guess I got her bra wet too. We'll need to take that off too to let it dry."

Again I was shocked. I looked down and Maria had already unhooked the bra clasp. Maria undressed Angie out of the bra and she was topless! She had the cutest little tits, A-cups, but perky and with big puffy areolas! I was mesmerized!

"You like them?!" Maria asked. I turned to her.

"Um, no, I was just looking."

"I bet! She really has cute tits. You know, all year Angie and I have been roommates. At the start of the year, I was glad that she had such tiny titties because I figured all the guys would look at mine. But as the year has gone on, I've found myself too looking as them and admiring them. I wonder what it would be like to have such firm little breasts. I wonder if I'd like them better than these puppies," as she placed her hands on her chest and shook her tits.

I watched as her large mounds jiggled under her tank top. Yeah, that would be quite a tough decision to make. I wouldn't mind playing with both Angie's small tits and Maria's large ones.

As Maria took her hands off her breasts, it looked like her shirt was different. Maria noticed the same thing. Looking down she said, "Well it looks I've gotten my own shirt wet too." Indeed, part off her shirt was now see-through! Her beautiful big breasts were now even more visible. The dark brown areolas were clearly noticeable, and her nipples were poking through.

"Guess I got a little carried away with the water," said Maria as she took off her shirt too! My god, those were gorgeous tits!

I was now standing in the bathroom with two hot Spring Breakers, both of whom were topless!

"See what I mean," Maria continued. "I have such nice tits, but so does Angie. I think some guys like them each way. What about you, Doctor?"

"Uh, well, size really doesn't matter medically," was all I could come up with. I was trying to act professional, like a doctor, but it was really difficult. I was staring back and forth, from one set of tits to the other. My dick was getting hard fast. I just wanted to suck on those titties! But I continued, in my best medical voice, "As long as they're healthy, that's all that matters."

I had hoped that would satisfy Maria, but she pushed forward. "Interesting, because Angie and I were just talking about that. See, neither of us has had a real breast exam performed by a doctor. See, my boyfriends have always loved playing with my tits, but I've never had a doctor exam them—-you know for lumps and all. Angie told me the same thing. Now that we're both here topless, I guess this would be a good time for that. Wouldn't it Doctor?"

Did she really want me to touch her breasts? I hadn't learned how to give a real breast exam in med school yet.

Before I could answer, Maria said, "Help me sit Angie down." Maria had lowered the seat on the toilet, and together we sat her down on the seat. She was still mostly out of. Then Maria said, "Well Doctor, there's your first patient! Go at it!" 

Maria moved behind me and pushed me forward so that I was now directly facing Angie, who was now seated. Boy she had cute tits!

I again debated what I should do. She was drunk and barely awake. Could I really ethically do an exam on someone in this condition? Not to mention the fact that I wasn't a real doctor, or that the "patient" hadn't actually consented. 

Before I could make a decision, I felt Maria push me forward. I fell forward and put out my hands to break my fall. My hands landed on Angie's chest! I guess that settled the situation—-time to do the breast exam! 

I heard a snicker from behind me. Maria was giggling. Why was she enjoying this? Had she planned this whole thing?!

I started to massage Angie's right breast, first gingerly, but then more aggressively. I motioned my hands in circles. Her skin was soft and smooth. As I approached the nipple, I felt it rise to attention as it grew between my fingers.

I heard a moan from Angie, but not like the drunken ones from before. Her eyes were still closed as she sat lying back against the wall. Her moans seemed like moans of...pleasure?

I moved on to her left breast, continuing my massaging exam. I couldn't take my eyes off her nipples. Her moaning picked up. 

As I was finishing all I could think of doing, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and was staring right at her grand tits, right at my face level. "My turn now," was all she said. I turned straightening up and started to exam her breasts. They were so much bigger, so much more mass, and I knew it would take me a while.

"Doctor, your hands feel so nice!" Maria said as she stared to moan. "You must be a very good doctor! I noticed that Angie also sounded like se was pleased by your exam." She must have been referring to Angie's moaning, which had stopped by now. "I can tell when Angie moans from pleasure. I've heard it many times. She's really a slut!" I just continued my exam, but Maria continued talking. "She's the biggest slut I know—-other than me, that is. This week alone, she fucked nine different guys, all strangers. I think she was a little upset that she didn't make it to double digits."

Why was Maria telling me this? I tried to focus on what I was doing, as I was nearly done with the second breast. But the dirty talk about sluts and sex, and the image of Maria's big tits and their feel in my hands, was getting me very excited!

Finally I was done with my exam.

"So Doc, how are my tits?"

"Um they feel very healthy, Maria."

"Good. That's a relief."

I was thinking that this might be an appropriate time for me to leave girls there. Any longer and I was going to do something inappropriate for a doctor. Just as I was about to get the nerve to leave, Maria spoke again. 

"Can I show you something Doc? You know how I told you Angie's a slut? Check this out?"

Maria moved over in front of Angie. Then she bent down and put her hands on Angie's waists. She looked back at me with a sly smile for a second, and then quickly pulled her hands downward. Angie's short shorts went with them. I was amazed. Angie was wearing a thong, light green in color which must have matched her bra from earlier. I looked up at Angie's face. She hadn't reacted at all, even though her shorts were now down at her knees. Then I looked at Maria.

"I told you she's a slut! Look at that thong! She's begging for sex!"

Then Maria pulled the thong down! Here cunt was revealed!

"See, she shaves all of her pubes! A total slut!"

Indeed, she was completely shaven! Her twat was glistening and her clit was poking out of its hood.

Angie remained out of it, unconscious, just sitting back on the toilet seat. Maria wasn't finished though. She continued pulling Angie's shorts and thong down until they were completely off. She tossed the shorts onto the pile of drying clothes, but held onto the thong.

"See, while it looks like Angie's unconscious, she's really enjoying this!" Maria raised the thong to her face and sniffed it. "Definitely she's enjoying herself! The scent of excitement and pleasure. And that's not quite fair is it? She gets drunk, we have to clean her up, and she enjoys it? I think we deserve a little enjoyment!"

Maria rose and faced me. She was eye to eye with me. She moved forward, and I instinctively retreated backwards, but I was against the sink. No more room.

"Doctor, don't be so shy. I can see you like what you see!" And she pointed down to my crotch. The bulge of my cock was obvious.

She reached over to her purse, stuck her hand inside, and came out with something. She opened her palm revealing a few condoms.

"We come prepared on Spring Break!"

Maria reached down and started to unzip my fly. Why fight it?!

She released my cock and it flew out at attention.

"Now to thank you Doc for your help!"

Maria was down on her knees now. She grabbed my dick with her right hand and started stroking it. I felt like I would cum right away. But she immediately kissed it and started sucking it. God it felt good. Maria was no novice. She sucked on it, licked it, kissed it, and took it all down her throat. I lowered my own hands and reached down to her tits, to play with them. 




Mile High Memories



Ding.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen, the captain has turned off the seat belt sign and if you should feel the need to move about the cabin you may do so at this time. We do however, encourage you to keep the safety belt fastened while in your seats. Thank you." The voice over the PA was full of authority and just a bit sultry, as the best flight attendants were. The voice belonged to a beautiful woman with long blond hair, pulled back in a pony tale that cascaded down her back. The blue airline uniform she wore supplied the authority, but the way she filled it out was all sultry.

I'd made eye contact with her twice so far, once when we boarded the plane, the passengers filing in like geese or cattle would be herded, and once during the pre-flight spiel about how I was supposed to kiss my ass goodbye in the unlikely event of a water landing. On an outbound flight from St. Louis to Kansas City, a water landing was pretty fucking unlikely.

Now she made eye contact for the third time, leaning in close to me as she asked "Is there anything I can get for you, sir?" And the authority was gone—just the sultry remained.

"I can think of any number of things." She smiled appreciatively at that, and it wasn't the "I get this twenty times a day, back off" smile. There was genuine warmth to it. Even a little heat as a blush rose in her features. I couldn't help but notice her red lipstick matched the pin striping on her tight uniform.

The game was a go. It was a risky line to open with—it sounded like something out of one of my own trashy romance novels—but with sales of over 30 books, the last fourteen of them best sellers, I figured I knew a thing or two about what women were looking for. This woman was definitely looking.

"Perhaps after I finish with the beverage service I can find something to appease you." She said, and hurried away. I glanced at my watch. Take off from St. Louie was a scant seven minutes ago, but it was only a 45 minute flight anyway. Touchdown at KCI was going to come far too soon. The beverage service lasted longer than I wanted, but fortunately these small commuter flights never held many passengers, and this one was less than half full as it was.

She gave me a look as she passed headed for the aft part of the cabin. I waited a moment; then got up to follow, ostensibly to give my legs a needed stretch. She was in the cubby that served as a galley, and pointed discreetly toward the bathroom as I walked by.

I entered the—well, the word bathroom doesn't really describe airline commodes, does it? I mean, there is no room, and certainly no bath. I stood facing the plastic toilet wondering just how the logistics of this encounter were going to work when she slid in behind me, closed and locked the door.

I smiled at her—Amber, according to the name tag pinned just above her left breast—and was afforded one back. She had a brilliant smile that lit the small enclosure. "I'm sure you get this all the time, Mr. Bishop, but I loved your last novel."

So she knew who I was. Or at least, thought she knew, as Rick Bishop was a literary figment, simply a pen name dreamed up by my publicist. "Thank you. It's always nice to meet a fan." God that sounded canned. Not at all the way to set the mood.

"I just finished Earthbound, and recognized you from your picture in the jacked cover." she went on, loosening the top to her uniform. The belt gave way and the blue tunic parted, falling away from her ample breasts that strained against the lacy white fabric of her bra. Her nipples pushed out even farther against the semi-transparent material. Her hands moved now for my belt. "I got so wet reading the scene you wrote where Jackie and Conner make love in that old barn. It was very passionate." 

Funny enough, I was dissatisfied with the last novel. Oh, it had all the mechanics. The thrusting, shoving and fucking of a thick rod into tight wet pussy, that was all there, but I felt it was missing the emotion of the moment. The raw power that sex holds over people. The passion, as she put it. And then she had freed my cock from my pants and it disappeared between her cherry red lips with wanton hunger.

Maybe there's something to be said for the mechanics of it all after all...

Amber had sunk to her knees as best she could in the tight enclosure, and had backed me against the sink. She had one hand cupped, caressing my balls—and look at that, matching red nail polish—as the other encircled and stroked my cock in and out of her cherry lips.

She made appreciative sucking and slurping noises as she stoked, and had me at full erection in no time. Every so often she would interrupt her stroke to run her tongue up the full length of the underside of my cock, swirl it around the head and then resume her back and forth bobbing motion. The next pause would be to sink as far forward as she could, taking more and more of my shaft into her throat and gently squeezing my balls before backing off and bobbing again.

My hands, initially resting on either side of the plastic sink basin, soon roamed down over her bare neck and shoulders, toying with the white bra strap that held so much wonder aloft. She moaned around her mouth full of dick, and arched her back a bit, bringing her breasts higher and giving me permission. I could see the swell of both mounds below the show going on at waist level, and knew I needed to see more. I slowly slid one finger under the strap on her left shoulder, and teasingly hooked it and slid it off. The strap fell as if the plane had hit an air pocket, and the tight lacy bra fell forward a bit. It clung stubbornly to the curve of her body, but so much more was exposed. I performed the same tactic with the other strap and was rewarded with a similar rising level of cleavage. Her nipples were just barely hidden behind the fabric now, and every move she made caused the bra to rise and fall, grazing against the tips. Amber moaned again, and I felt the first twang hit me. 

I have always felt the most intimate thing a woman can do to a man is to take his cum in her mouth. There is something not only sensual and erotic about it, but almost spiritual, and I'm not one to go in for that kind of thing. It's the ultimate act of trust, something that only two very connected people can share. For a woman to do that... wow that is passion. It is also an experience I've never had. Oh, I've had oral sex, blowjobs, had women go down on me, however you prefer it set, and I've written reams of pages about the act, the sucking and stroking and grunting until the final quivering moment when the man rushes forth in unmatched sublime bliss and the woman accepts his gift hungrily or demurely like a high priestess at communion... but have never managed it myself. I suppose in that regard, I am a fraud, since the old adage "write what you know" in this instance at least, is lost on me.

But Amber, maybe she sensed this. I think now she must have, because all of a sudden, something changed. I'm not sure if it was her stroke, or her technique or any other damned mechanic. All I know is that it went from feeling good, to feeling exceptionally good. And the old quivering feeling started, first deep down in my balls, my heavy, cum filled balls that she was still massaging with one hand. And that quiver began to spread out from my groin through my torso and down my legs. That quiver began climbing up my cock—still clutched in her hand—like the mercury in a slowly rising thermometer. She looked at me, looked me right through my eyes into the depths of my soul, the very fiber of my being. Her hand left my swelling balls just long enough to reach around and release the clasp on the back of her bra. Almost in slow motion, the twin white parachutes fell away from her perfect body, her back still arched thrust them forward, closer to me. An instant later, her hand was back massaging my balls and the slowly rising quiver rushed up my shaft.

She pulled back for just a second. Just long enough for those red lips to part and utter, "Give me your passion."

And I did. The quiver finally reached full throttle and I came. 

I came harder than I have ever cum before. The first explosion was a shotgun blast that bucked me back with its force. My first cum shot splashed against her parted lips, white on red, glaze on candy. She opened her mouth wide, and caught my second blast on her tongue, and the whole time, her eyes never left mine. 

Suddenly, she dove forward and devoured my cock, sucking my cum from me as quickly as I released it. Her full tits pressed against my thighs, her hands encircled around behind and held my ass tight as I pumped again and again and again. I thought I would never stop cumming. The sensation was... well, for a writer to have no words. Anything I put will come woefully short of describing the exquisiteness of her warm mouth closed over me, accepting me, holding me close and tight, and always looking me in the eye.

And my theories on intimacy and trust were blown away by this woman, this total stranger, who accepted me and made me feel wanted and loved and gave me the most precious gift I have ever received.

At last, the onslaught was over, the quiver ebbed and faded away and left me with a pair of rubber legs. Amber bounded up, her breasts doing an amazing impression of weightlessness before rocking back into place, and licked her cherry lips clean.

Ding.

"Attention ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot speaking. At this time we're turning the seat belt light back on, and are going to ask the flight attendants to prepare the cabin for landing as we are making our final approach into Kansas City." The pilot's voice—no sultry here, all authority and Chuck Yeager astronaut drawl—came through even into the tiny bathroom, and I realized with a start how loud and cramped the conditions were.

I blinked, and Amber was once again before me, bra back in place, uniform tunic on and buckled with nary a blonde hair out of place—and how the hell had she managed to pull that one off?

"Keep writing the good stuff, Mr. Bishop." She kissed me gently on the cheek then went out to perform whatever preparations were needed for landing. I sagged back against the sink, a dreamy smile rising on my lips.

Ding.



Mile High Mom



The Drakes were on their way to Australia for their annual family vacation. Carol and her husband Jon were proud parents of three teenagers. There was there son Mitch, 18, and their 16 year old twin daughters Kate and Allison. The family would be spending the next twelve hours in an airplane and because Jon was a very wealthy man, he always flew his family first class. As they reached their seats, Carol turned to her husband with a loving smile.

"Sweetie, why don't you keep the girls in this row with you. I better sit in the next row back with Mitch. You know nevous flying makes him." She said.

"Good idea." Jon said.

At 39, Carol was a striking woman, with shoulder legth brown hair and long thin legs. Her friends always told her she was a striking image of the actress Susan Surrandon, and indeed she was, with tits and ass to die for.
She took a seat next to her handsome son Mitch, who sat by the window. Their row was at the back of first class, with nothing but a wall behind them. The seats were large and Carol couldn't even see the heads of her husband and daughters, who were in the row in front of them. This, along with the fact that the Drake family were the only ones in first class, made Carol and her son Mitch's row the most private on the airplane. This satisfied Carol a great deal, for she wanted nothing more than to comfort her son privately.
The plane left the ground around midnight. Sitting in the middle seat next to her son, Carol held her baby's hand and rubbed his shoulder as the jet rocketed into the air. Ever since she could remember Mitch had been afraid of flying and like a good mother, she wanted to be there for him.

When the plane reached altitude and the fasten seatbelt sign came off, Mitch felt a little more at ease. Carol looked her boy in the eyes.

"Sweetie, how are you doing?" She whispered.

"Okay, I guess." Mitch answered.

"Why don't you undo your seatbelt and lay your head on mom's lap." She said lovingly.

He did so and looked up into the glowing eyes of his mother. But from his vantage point, the major focal-point was his mother's big pillowy busoms. Carol's twin mounds stretched the fabric of her blouse, hovering like big balloons over her son's face. Kevin, of coarse, was just like most teenaged boys who dream of getting between their mother's legs while their fathers are at work. Which meant that the large matronly breasts were a feast to his eyes and sparked a wave of blood to rush to his young cock.

As Carol stroked her baby's head, a beautiful stewardess, about Carol's same age, arrived at their row.   

"Everything okay here?" She asked.

"Fine. My son just gets a little nervous whenever we fly." Carol answered.

The stewardess smiled, gaping down at the young man on his back.

"It's okay, sweetheart, I have a boy about your age who feels the same way about flying. Like you, he knows there's no safer place than his mother's arms." She said.

Carol and the stewardess share a meaningful smile. They both understand a mother's sacred duty to her son. They both understand that secret bond that only a mother and son can share.

"The captain's going to be turning off the cabin lights here in a few minutes, can I get you a blanket?" The stewardess asked.

"Please, thank you." Carol responded.

In a few minutes the lights shut off, nearly darkening the first-class cabin. Carol and Mitch's row was now a dark private corner behind a sea of mostly empty seats. The stewardess returned with a blanket and a stack of pillows. She placed them on the empty seat on the ile.

"There you are." She said.

"Thank you." Carol said kindly.

"Of coarse. I take it that's your husband in the next row up." The stewardess asked.

"Yes, it is. Is he asleep." Carol asked.

"Not yet, would you like me to let you know when he is?" The stewardess whispered.

"Could you? I'll go ahead and say goodnight." Carol said.

The stewardess left and Carol stood, barely able to look over the seats at her husband and daughters.

"Sweetie, Mitch and I are gonna get some sleep. You and the girls okay." She asked.

"Yeah, we're fine. I think we're gonna get some shut-eye too." Jon answered.

"Good idea. Sleep good, love." Carol said and returned to her seat. She looked over at her teenaged son.

"Why don't you take off your sneakers, we'll get comfy." She said.

Mitch did so and Carol propped a few pillows back behind his back. She took off her sandals and opened up the king-sized fleece blanket. She clicked off the overhead light and their row was drench in near pitch blackness. Carol lifted the arm rests creating a literal sofa for her and her son to share.

"Lay one leg behind me, then lay the other one on my lap." She whipered.

Mitch did as his mother told him and he was now almost laying on the seats with only his head and shoulders propped up on the cushy pillows. Carol layed her legs on the seat too and was now resting between her son's legs. She scootched in closer to his midsection and layed her chest on his, pulling the blanket up over the top of them. She could feel his erection through his flimsy shorts. She could feel it throbbing, pulsing against her stomach. She knew the feel of her soft breasts flattened against his chest was driving him insane.

"You like to cuddle like this, don't you sweetie?" She asked.

"Yeah." Mitch responded.

Carol waited for about ten minutes before her informant arrived. The stewardess stained to see into the darkness of Carol and Mitch's row. It was like a dark secret cove hidden from the rest of the world. She smiled as she discovered mother and son snuggled together, like lovers in their own private bunk. The stewardess looked at Carol's husband, then back at Carol and knodded. It was a secret communication from one wife and mother to the next. It said non-verbally. "Your husband is asleep. You are safe." Carol smiled back and the stewardess left.

Carol ran her hands under her son's shirt and across his muscular chest. She lightly scratched his nipples with her fingernails and could hear his heavy breathing. Jon was nervous yet excitted as he found himself under the contol of this matronly beauty he called mom. He could feel her unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his bare chest. 
Carol then moved to her blouse, pulling the buttons apart until her bra covered busom was exposed. This all took place under the blanket of course, in a dark little space, a private womb-sack for a mother and her son.

Carol slid up her sons chest, pulling the blankets over their heads as she brought her lips to his ear.

"Unclasp my bra." She whispered.

Mitch did so and he could feel his mother's creamy tit-flesh spill out onto his chest. Carol dropped her bra onto the floor. She worked her son's legs together and straddled them.  With one leg now one each side of him she could feel the mound of her sex resting against his frigid staff. She worked her hands down and up the legs of his shorts. Working her way under his briefs she found her meaty target. Mitch bit his lip as he felt his mother's dainty hands knead at his cock and balls. Carol's hands stoked up and down her son's thick shaft, pulling and milking at a dick so much larger than her husbands. She knew what she wanted. As Mitch had once nursed on her so she needed to nurse on him. She needed to suck the milk from the balls of her baby.

Carol moved down and gobbled the mighty cock-steak into her warm soft mouth. She used her tongue to swipe the dribbling precum from the tip of his knob, then rolled her pink snake around and around his purple plumb. Mitch was in heaven as he felt his mother fuck his cock with her mouth and flailing tongue. He could feel her gag reflex as his cock slid into her hungry gullet. It wasn't long before Carol's lips were resting against her baby's balls. Then she began to snake and slurp her new fuck-stick in and out of her loving mouth. Mitch couldn't believe his luck as he felt his own mom's lips glide up and down his swollen member. He felt a hand on his foot. Startled, he pulled the blankets down over his head and the stewardess greeted him with a smile.

"How are you doing, sugar?" She asked.

Moms head was clearly bobbing up and down under the covers, yet the stewardess seemed to think nothing of it. Indeed she didn't. The stewardess had a teenaged boy of her own and she knew all about the special love-bond between mother and son. The rush of having a son dip his wick right under the unsuspecting nose of a loving husband. She suddenly wished she were home, with her own son between her legs.

"I'm gonna cum!!!" Mitch muttered, his eyes rolling back.

Carol worked her lips faster and tighter and the stewardess crawled over next to Mitch, placing a hard piece of plastic in his mouth.

"Bite down on this, love." She said.

Carol felt the ropes of semen splash against the back of her throat and run like a river down into her gullet. She milked her son's fucker, tugging and slurping, her tongue rolling and flailing across the engorged mushroom tip.

Mother and son were only an hour into their flight. Mitch had the kind of teenaged cock that could go all night and as for Carol, she felt her wet pussy lips quiver and pucker. They too wanted a thick meaty prod to splay them open, a long blood-engorged baby-maker to scratch the itch in a mother's most secret place.  So in their dark little corner, under their private tent, mother and son began to buck and hump like young lovers. And as Mitch felt his nob nudge against his mother's womb, he was grateful that he had a mile high mom.      



Mile High Moment



I've told you a couple of my stories so far, but I'm going to let my husband Dale tell this next short one.

Well, this is going back a good few years now to when I was nineteen and still a virgin. I was on my way to Tenerife, a well known party island, with a handful of my friends. Typical plan for a lad's holiday; sun, sex, booze, sex, sleep, sex etc. etc. I did okay on the sun, booze and sleep part, but only managed sex just the once. It may have seemed a bit of a failure in comparison to some of my mate's achievements, but when I look back, and as you will see, it was far from it.

We had rocked up early at Heathrow airport and hit the drink at about 8 in the morning. Well most of the others did, I was not renowned for being a big drinker back then so I took it nice and easy, didn't want to make an idiot of myself by throwing up before we'd even boarded the plane. Our flight was called and we made our way to the gate and got ourselves settled into our seats. This of course didn't go without one or two of my mates making lewd suggestions to one of the air hostesses and almost getting themselves chucked off. Fortunately that didn't happen.

Eventually the plane took off. I don't mind admitting that I have never been a great flyer, so I put my music on and settled down trying to shut off everything around me. Well almost everything. I hadn't noticed, as we had got on the plane before them, but there was a group of girls sitting a couple of rows behind us across the aisle. As far as I could make out, without appearing to be overly nosey, there were seven of them in their group. A couple of them had clearly got drunk already and were trying to gee up the passengers around them to a holiday sing-a-long. It wasn't working. It was obvious they were heading out to Tenerife for a good time. I wondered if they would be staying at the same place as us. However, it wasn't those two that had grabbed my attention. Sitting in the gangway seat in the row in front of them was one of their friends. She had short dark hair, in a kind of bob style, very striking brown eyes and from what I could tell, a very nice smile. I only discovered that last part as I kept, clearly not very well, trying to sneak a look at her without her noticing. This was something I was definitely not very good at. After about the fourth attempt, when I was trying to check her out whilst talking to one of my mates sitting behind me, she gave me that gorgeous smile. I felt myself go bright red, having just been caught out, and quickly averted my eyes before sitting back in my sit feeling a proper idiot.

I put my headphones back on and went back to listening to my music. A few minutes later I tried to sneak another look at her as a stewardess was passing by. Shit, she was still looking at me with a cheeky grin on her face and her friend sitting next to her was also looking at me and me smiling. The red cheeks quickly hit again and I shrank back into my seat. I made a mental note not to look at her again, although I did wonder whether she was smiling as she liked me, or was actually smirking as she knew exactly what I was up to.

After an hour or so into the flight I decided to go to the bathroom at the back of the plane, which of course would give me another chance to sneak a peak. I got up as casually as I could, throwing out a fake stretch and using the opportunity to look across the plane. She was deep in conversation with the girl sitting next to her and hadn't even noticed me get up. I felt a pang of disappointment. Oh well, I didn't have a great deal of experience anyway so I was already worried that I wouldn't pull when we got on holiday let alone on the flight going there.

I made my way into the loo and did my business. Just as I was finishing up there was a tap on the door. Some people were so impatient.

"Hang on," I called, "almost done".

There was another tap on the door, a bit louder. They would have to wait. I washed my hands, dried them and then opened the door. I didn't get very far though. The girl that I had been looking at bustled me back into the toilet and quickly locked the door.

"What the..." I tried to say.

"Do you like me?" she asked, "only you kept looking at me, so I thought you must do."

Did I? Heck, she looked even better close up and the smell of her perfume was intoxicating in the small space.

"Er yeah," was about all I could get out. 

"Great," she answered.

She grabbed hold of me around the neck and planted a big kiss on my lips. I tried to push her away.

"What if someone wants the loo?" I asked.

She giggled, "there's others, don't worry about it."

Again she planted a kiss on my lips, this time working her tongue into my mouth. Clearly she was more experienced than me, although from the alcohol I could taste on her breath I assumed she was a bit drunk. Dutch courage? This was definitely a whole new experience for me and for someone who had barely hit third base a couple of times, it felt fantastic. My cock was already bulging and I heard her make a little pur of approval as it pushed against her in the very confined space. We continued to kiss, our tongues probing deep into each others mouths. Her small, but very pert breasts were pushing into my chest, nipples standing at attention through her flimsy top. She let go of me.

"You're a really good kisser," she said breathlessly. "I wouldn't normally do this sort of thing, but you looked really cute when you were staring at me." She smiled and I went bright red again.

We went back to kissing and as she pushed close into me again she started to rub my cock through my shorts. Shit, I was so turned on I knew I would cum within seconds. How embarrassing would that be. I took hold of her hand and moved it away.

"Aw," she groaned. She looked at me, "oh, right you can't hold on," she said.

"I..." well I couldn't actually think of anything to say.

She grabbed my hand and put it up her top. I pulled the front of her bra down and played with her tits as we went back to kissing. They felt so good. The nipples so hard underneath my hand. I clumsily, as most nineteen year olds would do, groped at them. She didn't seem to mind. I was sure someone would be banging on the door any moment. I wasn't even sure how long we had been going at it, probably only a couple of minutes.

"Finger me," she suddenly said, "finger my pussy, I'm so horny."

I didn't need asking twice. I slipped my hand down her stomach towards the top of her shorts. She let go of me and quickly undid the button and pulled her zipper down. She then went back to kissing me. I slid my hand under the elastic of her underwear and felt the top of her pubic hair. I'd only ever fingered one girl before, but just that familiar feeling of my hand against her pubes was so erotic. I slid it lower until I could feel the wetness of her opening. She squeezed me tighter and I knew she was happy for me to proceed. I hoped my inexperience didn't let me down, but she seemed so horny I didn't think it would be a problem. I slipped my middle finger inside her vagina, which was wet but so tight. I wasn't entirely sure of what I was doing but she groaned in approval and I moved my finger around feeling her getting wetter and wetter. She kissed me deeper, our tongues entwined. She let out little gasps as I continued to finger fuck her pussy. All of a sudden she squeezed her legs tight against my hand and let out a long groan. I could only assume that she had just cum as she was now panting slowly and had stop squeezing me so hard.

"That was really good," she said between little breaths. 

I slipped my finger out of her, leaving a glistening trail of her juice on her pubic hair as I took my hand out of her shorts.

"Your turn now," she said and grabbed the front of my shorts and quickly undid them. As she pulled them down my cock sprang out of my boxer shorts, already covered in pre cum. I just stood there.

"Nice," was all she said.

She turned round and slipped her own underwear down the back of her legs and then bent over as best she could. Fuck me, what a sight. 

"Stick it in me," she gasped.

Wow, I was about to lose my virginity and join the Mile High club all in one go. She grabbed hold of my cock and and pulled it towards her opening. This was a girl who clearly liked to take the lead. She gently rubbed my helmet around her soaking wet entrance. I could feel the warmth of her pussy and was desperate to fuck her, but unfortunately that was enough for me, I knew I couldn't hold on.

"I'm cumming," I groaned.

"What? Oh.."

She started to wank my cock as best she could in the position she was in. Within seconds I felt the rush of an orgasm hit me and there was nothing I could do to control it. The first stream of cum shot from my cock over her pussy and down the back of her thighs. This was followed by what seemed like an endless river of my juices flowing out of my cock, onto her pussy, her shorts, her hand, her legs, the floor, what a mess. It didn't seem to bother her as she didn't stop wanking me until every last drop was out of my cock. Keeping hold of my now softening cock she turned around and kissed me again.

"Well that was a bit unexpected," she said.

"Sorry..."

"Don't worry, it was fun," she giggled, "maybe we can do it properly another time."

I sure hoped that was the case, I could think of nothing better than spending my holiday with this girl, beautiful and clearly sexually more advanced than me, which wasn't saying a lot admittedly. We did our best to clean up the mess in the cramp space, but there wasn't much hiding the cum stains on her clothing and mine for that matter. I've no idea how long we'd been in there, so I was praying no-one was waiting outside. I undid the door and breathed a sigh of relief. The toilet opposite was occupied, but no-one else was around and the rest of the passengers seemed oblivious to anything untoward. I let her slip in front of me and head back to her seat. I turned to my right to see a Stewardess at the back of the plane shaking her head at me with a smile on her face. I, of course, went red again, but knew this was not the first time she had witnessed two people leave a cubicle together.

I went back to my seat, with one of my mates asking if I was okay as I'd been gone ages. I claimed I had a bit of air sickness and he left it at that. I glanced over at the girl I had just had that moment with and found her in deep conversation with one of her friends, but she wasn't looking at me. Oh well, I thought, if I never got to see her again I would certainly never forget that experience.

The plane landed and we headed off to collect our luggage. I noticed that she and her friends were walking just behind us as we went into the airport and she quickly appeared beside me.

"Thanks lover boy," she whispered in my ear, "Don't forget, if you want to do it again sometime..." And then she was gone.

All I could hope now was that I bumped into her sometime on the holiday as she was clearly up for a repeat performance. Sadly though that wasn't to be the case and neither was she on our flight home. Try as I might, I couldn't get her out of my head the whole time I was there and despite my mates racking up the conquests, my virginity stayed well intact.

About two months later, when I finally got around to clearing out my rucksack that I had used for hand luggage, I found a piece of paper stuffed in one of the zip compartments. I opened it up.

"Call me sometime, Litty xx (short for Elizabeth, blame my sister)" along with a phone number that was from the town next to where I lived. 

It occurred to me then that we hadn't even swapped names, so frantic was our meeting. I could feel myself sweating. Should I call her? It had been two long months and I guessed she might have thought I wasn't interested. I had no choice, I hadn't been able to get her out of my head, so what did I have to lose?

I went upstairs and made the call. A youngish sounding girl answered it.

"Hello," she said.

"Oh, er hi, could I speak to Litty, er Elizabeth please," I stammered, assuming that couldn't be her voice.

"Oh sure, just hold the line please." Very officious for one who sounded about fourteen.

"Litz, there's a boy on the phone for you," I heard her shout.

Moments later a different voice appeared on the phone.

"Hello, who is this?" she asked.

"It's...", of course she didn't know my name, "er, it's Dale from Tenerife," was all I managed.

"Dale? Sorry I..."

"From the plane," I blurted out, she must have remembered that.

"Oh my God," she said, "I didn't think you would ever call me." She sounded pleased to hear from me, so that was good news.

Well, we chatted for about half an hour after that and arranged to meet up to go to the cinema. The rest, as they say is history, which in our case meant she took my virginity (we'll save that story for another time), we got married, had two kids and now have the most fantastic sex life, which still manages to surprise both of us after all this time. Of course it turned out that she did not quite spend all her time in Tenerife thinking about me as I did her, but she likes to wank me off whilst telling me those stories. Fuck, she really is the sexiest woman I've ever known.



Mile High New Cummers



It had been a short flight and I was waiting for my connection to San Diego. I was reading my book to past the time when I noticed you looking at me. You had a magazine and were paging through it causally glancing over my way. Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other. We went back to reading and letting each other take turns gazing at each other. I thought you were very attractive and seem to have an independent spirit about you. It appeared you were traveling by yourself. My flight was called and I went to board. As I went past, you looked up; I said, "have a nice afternoon." You say, "I will" with a smile "later" 

I went back to my seat and told myself to get her out of my mind, I wasn't in her league. So I sat down and got settled. I dozed during take off and then started reading my book. As I was reading a piece of paper fell on to my open book. I looked up and you had continued walking towards the back. I looked at the paper, it said " Hi, it is later now and you can make my afternoon very nice if you like, come back to the restroom on the left." I probably turn 3 different shades of red, feeling that everyone could read the note. Causally getting up I walked to the back and tried the door on the left. I step in quickly and close the door. 

As I turn you said, "I didn't think you were coming, glad you did" We are standing so close we can feel each other's body heat. Our eyes locked, I took your hand and held it, squeezing and massaging your palm and fingers. I brought your fingers to my mouth, kiss them, open your palm, and kiss the center. You pull my face towards yours. I could hear you breathing harder. Your lips gently touch mine, over and over. Your tongue slipped between my lips. I suck the sweet tasting organ into my mouth.

Mmmmm I press your body against the sink in the small area. You could feel my cock grow between us as we kissed. I leaned back, unbuttoned your blouse, and admired the beauty of your breasts in lacy cups. I bent forward and kissed and sucked each, I felt your hips pushing against me with a rhythm. I slipped your left breast out and sucked your nipple like you were feeding me. You hand went behind my head and pulled me hard against your chest. You say "I need it, I want you in me" I can see you pulling up your dress. You had already taken your panties off and I see a beautiful mound and you musk fills my nose much to my delight. I lift you up to sit on the edge of the sink. I said " Someone had us in mind when they designed the height of the sink." 

You undo my pants and jerk them down. My cock stands before you hard and throbbing. You take hold of it and rub your clit and pussy lips with my cock. You are so wet and I am dripping pre cum. You have such a sultry look in your eyes you say " fuck me honey." I push my hips forward and sink into you. Your legs wrap around me. There is little room for much movement. We move in faster and faster short strokes. 

As we get closer to cumming we kiss deeply and you start to moan. My hands are on your ass and I am driving into you hard and fast. The roar of the jet engines covers the wet, sucking sound of us coming together. You bite my shoulder and spasm against me as I hold you tight. Then I ask you "can I cum now?" You say "Oh yes babe fill me." I could hold out no longer and shoot my hot load into you. My orgasm sends waves through my body. We kiss and get dressed quickly. We trade hotel numbers knowing one reservation will be cancelled. I would pick you up at six. 

First you exit the restroom and close the door and as the person waiting line opens the door, I step out causing them to do a double take. One stewardess looks at us knowingly and gives a sly smile. She had told the other passengers the restroom we were in was out of order and was being serviced.



Mile High Pilot Society



"Do you need anything, sirs?" she asked, smiling professionally as she stood in the cockpit doorway.

"Actually, yes, Becka. Could you come in here for a minute? And close the door behind you, please."

"Sure," she chirped, obediently latching the door, which was soundproof for the convenience of the pilots. "What can I do for you?"

"Have you ever flown a plane, Becka?" the pilot asked.

"Well, I-," she started.

"It's really fairly simple. Come over here. You can only fly it sitting right here, so you can just have a seat on my lap." She hesitantly made her way over to the pilot, who pulled her down onto his lap roughly by the waist.

"Sir, I don't think-," she stammered, attempting to rise, only to find herself being held firmly in place.

"Now, grab the stick and pull. Go on," he urged, placing her hands on the steering device. She reluctantly gave a little tug and felt the plane lurch upward. "See, it wasn't that hard, was it," he teased. His co-pilot laughed.

She looked down to find the pilot's hand on her thigh, just under the hem of her short skirt. "Sir-," she started, but his other hand snapped up to cover her mouth. The co-pilot moved quickly to attach her hands to some hidden device on the ceiling.

"Now, you don't need to make any noise," he coaxed, his hand still clamped over her lips, "No one would hear you. Just let it happen, Becka, and you won't get hurt...too much, anyway." His right hand pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her panties and stockings, which stopped mid-thigh. His fingers slid down under her panties and began to rub her. "Aw, Mark could you get her a little wet? This is like rubbing a doll."

"Sure thing." He pulled her panties down and off, pushing her legs apart. The pilot held her legs wide while the co-pilot fastened her ankles securely to the base of the seat. He sat up and immediately began licking her furiously, covering her with saliva and stimulating her quite effectively. His fingers pushed their way inside, making her cry out, both in shock and undeniable pleasure.

After a few minutes she came unwillingly, moaning and struggling quite furiously, and Mark stopped. She felt the pilot raise a few inches off the seat, then saw his pants and boxers slide down to his ankles. Mark picked her up by the waist as the pilot held his long, hard member in position. Then he thrust inside, pushing down on her hips and making her bounce quite painfully. His thick shaft penetrated her deeper and deeper with every pound of her hips.

The thrusts got more and more rough, her breasts bouncing as he ripped into her again and again. Mark pushed her legs wide apart as she bounced and started rubbing her clit, struggling to keep up with the pilot's rapid pace. The pilot stopped bouncing and pushed her hips down onto his thickness painfully, going so deep she screamed. She tried to lift herself up, but was only pushed down even further, his enormous member going even deeper. Mark started licking her again as the pilot's hands slid around to twist her nipples cruelly.

Without warning, Mark stood. "Suck me," he ordered firmly. He shoved his throbbing erection in her face as she hesitantly opened her mouth. "Good girl." She began to lick him as he plunged into her mouth and down her throat, making her gag. His hands twined through her thick curls. She got a rhythm going just as the pilot started thrusting into her again, lifting her up then slamming her back down roughly onto his huge tool.

Marks hands replaced those of the pilot on her erect nipples; his in turn moved down to rub her. It was then that she came, after which the pilot came suddenly, gripping her so hard that he left angry red marks marring her smooth skin. Not long after, Mark came, filling her mouth as she struggled to swallow.

A few minutes later, she stood by the door, fully clothed. "Now you just go see if any of the passengers need anything, Becka. That's a good girl."

"Yes, sir," she said, smiling professionally.



Mile-High Quickie



I recorded this in an airplane bathroom on a cross-country flight. Sorry it's not longer. Thank Virgin America for the background music, by the way.

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Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (4 min/mp3)

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Mile High Slut



I'd been working as an airhostess for while when I met you. I was blonde and slim with a great figure so had attracted plenty of attention up to that point. But one day all that paled into comparison.

You were going on a lads weekend away with your mates and ended up on my flight. As you entered the plane you and your mates were eyeing up the airhostesses and you squeezed past me with a cheeky wink. I was used to gettting male attention but the glint in your eye gave me something to think about as we got ready for take off. 

It must have been fate that put your seat right in front of me as I began the emergency procedures presentation. I was glad I'd taken extra care with my appearance that day as I could feel your eyes roaming all over my body. The uniform wasn't particularly practical - a tight fitting dress with a short skirt and a low cut bodice but the powers that be chose them as the airline got more male passengers coming to ogle at us! 

I felt the electricity of your stare and my breasts started to tingle and push against the tight dress as I pointed to the exit doors to the side. You weren't the only one to have noticed my arousal and I could hear your mates nudge each other and snigger. There was even talk about a bet to see who could get me into the toilets first.

We took our seats as the plane took off but I couldn't get you out of my head. I had come across plenty of guys but there was something different about you. 

It was time to bring the drinks trolly round and I made sure you got a great view of my cleavage every time I bent over to serve a passenger. Finally it was your turn and after ordering a beer I asked if there was anything else you needed. Your reply was "yeah, I need to fuck you as soon as possible." 

I nearly creamed my knickers hearing you talk like that! I pulled down your tray, put my hand on your hardening cock, leaned over (giving you a great view of my satin covered tits) and whispered to meet me in the disabled toilet in 5 minutes. Your hand came up and stroked my ass through the tight dress and replied "Oh I think I'll be able to manage that." 

God I was so fucking horny as I made my way to the back of the plane. I figured I had about 10 minutes before I would be missed - plenty of time to do you some damage! You exchanged a wink with your mate and got up to follow me – your other friends let off a cheer and I guessed that you'd won the bet with them. "Glad to be of service" I thought to myself.

I went into the toilet first and you quickly followed, turning and locking the door. You pushed me up against the door, pressing your body against me as you came in for a smouldering kiss. Your hands got busy unzipping the front of my dress and freeing my aching tits. With one hand you cupped my breast, your finger teasing my nipple and sending shivers up my spine, your other one found the hem of my skirt and your hand worked impatiently up my thigh til you found the wetness of my satin thong. You pushed it aside and pushed your finger into my wet pussy before pulling it out to coat my throbbing clit. Your thumb took over that job while your finger found its way back to my pussy again. 

All the while I could feel your hardness and I longed to feel it in my hand, my mouth, my pussy..Your mouth left my lips and trailed kisses down my neck and over my creamy breasts and flicked your tongue over my nipple. Added to the assault on my pussy and clit, I could feel an orgasm rising through my body. I moaned quietly and encouraged you to push another finger into me and graze my nipple with your teeth. This was too much and I melted over your hand in a mind-blowing orgasm. I now needed to get your hard cock into me as soon as possible so I bent over and offered you my glistening pussy hot and ready to be taken. 

I was bent over facing the mirror and you could see from my eyes that I was desperate to feel your length inside me but you wanted to make me wait a little bit longer. You got on your knees and continued with your tongue where your fingers had just been, pushing it inside my pussy and swriling it around my clit and then slowly coming back up to probe on my asshole. This sent me wild and by now I was begging you to put your cock inside me. You stood and slowly slid your cock between my swollen lips again rubbing on my clit making me moan. 

You put your hands on my tits and teased my nipples again which sent another tingle through my body. You moved your hands onto my hips and positioned your cock right on the edge of my pussy. With one hard thrust you put all of your cock deep into my wet cunt and I let off an almighty moan. You continued to fuck me hard and each time you thrust into me your balls were slapping on my clit. You reached round and found my clit, once again strumming it with your fingers.

You took your cock out of my bruised pussy and stuck your fingers in to coat them with my cunt juice. You smeared my asshole with the juices, as I softened up to let you in. I moaned and pushed back on your finger, suddenly needing to feel more. When I was nice and juicy I took hold of your cock and pulled it out of my cunt, then stroked your pulsing head over my asshole. I leant back to try and take you in but you wouldn't oblige til I begged for it. Not caring who could hear outside, I screamed at you to fuck my ass and pushed back onto you. You slowly buried your hard cock into my ass, your fingers keeping up the assault on my clit. I took in all of your length before crying out in another amazing orgasm.

I was so lost in my orgasm that I didn't hear the door opening and someone coming to join the party....

Before you left your seat you'd said to your mate Mark "give me 5 minutes with her and then come and join in if you like". You'd unlocked the door without me noticing so Mark could come join in the fun. It was a tight squeeze both in my ass and in the toilet but somehow we managed to get into a position where you could continue fucking my sexy ass whilst I started to suck hungrily on Mark's already hard cock which he was wanking in front of me. I took all of him in my mouth whilst cupping his balls and slid up and down his length. 

He reached under and started squeezing my tits again and I was in heaven being spit roasted by two very hard cocks. We kept this up for what felt like ages but must have only been a minute or so when my friend Abigail knocked on the door and shouted "are you up to your dirty tricks again you tart?" at which I could only give a muffled reply. "Stop hogging all the fit lads, get your slutty ass back out there and get some bloody work done" she said back. 

So I sucked extra hard at both ends causing Mark to shoot his spunk down my throat while you turned me around and squirted your jizz all over my tits, splashing a little on my uniform. 

I licked as much as I could off while you both cleaned yourself up. We managed to leave the toilets without being noticed apart from another cheer from the rest of your mates.

It was soon time for the dinner trolley to go round and any time I saw one of your mates they would eye up the cum stains on my uniform and give me a cheeky smile whilst putting their hands up my skirt. My knickers had disappeared somehow so they all got a right handful. When it was time to serve you and Mark I made sure you both got a good eyeful of my luscious tits as I leaned over you to place napkins in your laps. You were both hard and ready again for action which made my pussy tingle but I had work to do.

Before the flight ended, I took your number and arranged to meet up with you and Mark at one of the resort's nightclubs that night. Abigail was also ready for a real fucking not having one in days so we were very excited as we got ready to meet you at the club and we were wondering whether you'd prefer us with lingerie on...or off!!!



Mile High Thumb Drive



The people filing into the narrow isles, bumping into each other, and me, remind me that first class is worth the money. Of course if I had not forgotten my flight the day before, I would not be watching or being bumped. My height of nearly six feet cause me enough issues with trying to get comfortable in such cramped quarters, being in coach adds to the discomfort. I am looking to find the silver lining in this cloud. This seems to be the miserable end to a miserable trip home. 

I should define home, I have more than one. Germany has been my second home, an experience that makes me appreciate my Louisiana roots, and makes me miss Shreveport even more. I have spent three weeks at my apartment, checking on my college bound children, and trying to recover from the massive storms that devastated our beautiful state, and my poor heart. I am going home; my Germany home.

I am not looking forward to my 8 hour flight from Cincinnati to Frankfurt. But I am a big girl, I will survive. God knows I have suffered far worse. I have a lifetime of memories that haunt me, this won't make the top ten list. All I have to do is survive the next 8 hours. A book, a nap, I should wake up at home. I am seated next to a woman who is also trying to get comfortable for a long ride. To have an empty seat next to me would be a blessing.

I notice the man across from me keeps looking my way. He has 2 empty seats next to him. I should introduce myself. He notices me looking his way, and at his empty seats. He offers to trade seats with me, so I can stretch out. I guess my long legs are obviously uncomfortable. I feel selfish to trade seats and leave my seatmate without a spare. I suggest moving to the two empty seats next to the kind man, allowing her a spare to be a little more comfortable. The move is made, and it seems cozy enough.

I curl up in the center isle with my feet toward the kind man in E18. He can tell I am still cramped and offers his lap for a little extra comfort. It seems pretty bold on his part, but I am a lady in distress, I won't argue with a good offer, (maybe that silver lining). He places his hands on my legs, with a simple gesture of surrender and apology at the same time. I tell him "what happens on the airplane, stays on the airplane". We both laugh, but I don't give it any more thought. My sleeping medication is taking effect and I am drifting off. 

Through out the night, I drift in and out of wonderful slumber, waking to find this stranger asleep and slumped over my hip. His hands have moved to a comfortable position of my waist. I should say comfortable for him. At first thought, I was shocked to be in such close quarters, but decided that the situation had graduated in small steps and I should not over react. It was kind of nice to feel his touch. 

I drifted back to sleep with the thought of his hands moving around my body, with the boldness that few men would have with a total stranger. There are moments that I wonder how much I am dreaming and what is real. My hand moves toward his, but not in a defensive position, maybe even encouraging. My body ached to be held and loved. It has been so long since I allowed myself that pleasure. His light touch became soft rubs, and my hand guided his for a moment that gave him more courage. 

His fingers touched my waist line, that soft skin that is so tender to the touch that it turns on the faucet of the soul. My body is responding in ways to his touch that are not right for a total stranger. But I have decided not to object to this silver lining, and just see how far this might go. 

He continues his bold movements, up into my shirt and past my bra. My nipples love being touched, and now they are wishing for a set of lips to take them. I had unbuttoned my jeans for comfort; this might have seemed like an invitation to his wondering hands. He moved toward my panty line and turned my insides to Jello. He asked in a very soft voice, if I am OK, and I nod a soft and silent yes. 

He shifts his weight and asks me to lower my jeans. I am caught off guard by having to actually participate in a physical way. I was fine to ALLOW this to happen, but to have to participate made me stop to process it. I decided I had not had enough, and did as he requested. I lowered my jeans, using the airline blanket to cover my nakedness. He moves his hand under the blanket and his thumb slowly into my wet, throbbing womanhood. He places his other hand into my clit and slowly massages both, until I forgot where I am. I moan and am soon lost in space. The flight attendant has to be aware of what was happening at 5AM in the morning, but choose not to make a scene. 

I do come back to earth, after a wonderful emotional and physical release. I am still wondering two things; have I joined the mile high club? And is it true, that what happens on an airplane, stays on the airplane?

Written (at her request).