0 comments/ 64009 views/ 11 favorites The Mile High Club By: Rod Walloper Finally, we were going to visit Australia. For years my wife and I had been planning this trip. We'd promised ourselves that one day we would go "down under." Now at last we were on our way. For Christmas my parents had given us two first-class tickets on QANTAS, the Australian airline. From Los Angels it was a 14-hour flight, so the first class seats were very welcome. I turned and looked at Lynne as she sat next to me. For 35 she was looking fine. Her long brown hair hung down to her waist and her full high breasts still showed no sign of sag. We indulged in the complimentary Champagne and enjoyed the delicious food, not giving any thought to the poor souls back in economy. After dinner we ordered another bottle of wine and sat back to enjoy the movie. On first class you have individual screens and a selection of movies and Lynne and I both decided to watch "Eyes Wide Shut." This turned out to be very sexy in parts and by the end of the film I was sporting a large hard-on. I noticed that Lynne was squirming in her seat and decided to try to feel her up. We both had blankets over us and slowly I slid my hand over beneath her blanket and started to run my fingers up her thigh. Lynne immediately grabbed my wrist. "Stop that, someone will see us," she whispered. "Don't worry about it," I said. "First class is practically empty. No-one will notice." Lynne reluctantly released my wrist and I continued to slide my fingers up underneath the short skirt she was wearing. Soon my fingers came in contact with the strip of cotton of her panties and I gradually eased my fingers under the leg band and started rubbing her pussy. By now Lynne was moving around in her seat and her movements must have caught the attention of our stewardess. I looked up to see a beautiful blonde in QANTAS uniform standing by Lynne's seat. She could see the outline of my hand as it pushed back and forth between Lynne's legs and by now the was a definite smell of pussy in the air as Lynne reacted to my stroking. "Is there anything I can get for you?" the stewardess asked Lynne. By now Lynne was fully aroused by my fingers and she barely managed to answer, "No thank you, I'm fine." "Well if you need anything, just let me know," said the stewardess. As she left I admired the way her tight ass twitched under the skirt of her uniform. "I sure wouldn't mind fucking her," I whispered to Lynne as my fingers continued to slide in and out of her juicy cunt. "Well you can just forget about it," said Lynne. "You're married to me, not her." I continued to play with Lynne's cunt for a few minutes more, until finally she said, "I need to get up for a few minutes. I'm dying of thirst and you've made a mess of my panties." Lynne quickly adjusted her skirt and headed back to the area where the stewardesses keep their supplies. This is a small walkway which connects the two aisles of the plane and has curtains which can be drawn for privacy. Fifteen minutes later Lynne still had not returned and I was beginning to be concerned. I decided to check to see if the lavatories were occupied, thinking she might be sick. As I passed the galley area I thought I heard a faint moaning. Assuming it was just my imagination, I continued down to the toilets only to find that none of them were occupied (a minor miracle in itself on a jumbo jet). I was growing more concerned as I headed back toward my seat and once again I heard a soft sigh from the galley area. Being curious as well as concerned I pulled back the edge of the curtain and couldn't believe my eyes. There was Lynne bent forward over the counter of the galley. Her short skirt was hiked up around her hips. Behind her was the beautiful blonde stewardess who was holding Lynne in position with one hand grasping the back of her neck. Her other hand had two fingers inserted deep in Lynne's cunt and, as I watched, she continued pumping her fingers in and out. Her fingers were glistening with my wife's juices and I could clearly hear the sloshing sound my wife's pussy was making under this assault. I watched as the stewardess's hand began moving faster and faster as she strove to bring Lynne to a climax. I couldn't hold back and quietly made my way into the galley behind the two lovers. Quickly I unzipped my pants and pulled out my rock-hard 8" cock. I started stroking myself as I watched and soon realized that this would not be enough. I decided to see if I could join in the fun. I quickly moved over behind the stewardess and grasped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up around her waist. Before she could protest, I pulled the leg of her panties to one side and pushed the head of my cock into her cunt. She looked back at me and hissed, "Stop. You can't do that." I noticed, however, that her fingers never stopped moving in my wife's cunt, so I took no notice of her protest and pushed forward until the full length of my cock was buried deep inside her cunt. As I paused to let her become comfortable with my entrance, I felt her cunt muscles begin to flex around my cock as she massaged me. I started to pump in and out of her with long strokes as her fingers continued to work in and out of my wife's cunt. Soon I heard Lynne begin to make the little hiccupping noise she makes when she's about to cum and then I saw her buttocks clench and unclench over and over as her climax was upon her. Lynne's juices flowed down the stewardess's hand and began to drip to the floor. All this was too much for me and I pounded my cock in and out as fast as I could as I felt the cum building in my balls. Finally with a cry I spewed my load deep into the throbbing cunt of the stewardess as she was continuing to slowly stroke Lynne's still spraying pussy. As we finally separated Lynne became aware of my presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "The same as you my dear," I replied. "Getting first class service." We then returned to our seats as if nothing had happened. When we were leaving the plane the stewardess, whose name we learned was Jenny, slipped me a piece of paper with her home phone number on it. "Call me," she whispered. But that's another story. The Mile High Club I had always wanted to learn to fly ever since my daddy took me to the local airport to fly with my Uncle Bill when I was just a 10 year old girl. It seemed like the most exciting thing a girl could ever do. I didn't think becoming a pilot was possible at the time since there were very few women pilots and the only aviation career open to women was behind the serving cart as a stewardess. As time moved on I gave up on this fantasy, went to college and started working in an accounting firm as an Auditor. My job, although fulfilling intellectually, was quite routine and at times boring. Men usually tried to avoid me after they found out what I do for a living, so consequently I never married. I decided to try something different and follow my childhood dreams of becoming a pilot. I headed out to the same local airport I went to thirty years before to inquire about flying lessons. To my surprise, I was met by a middle-aged woman who explained the process of going from neophyte fledgling to licensed pilot. She was a kindly, almost mother-like instructor whose instructional techniques made flying fun. Since she wasn't always available seven days a week, I was allocated an alternate instructor. This is where the story takes a turn. His name was Dave. He was in his early twenties and absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. He looked like some blond god that was more at home with a surf-board under his arm than a shirt and tie. When I met him through Linda (my regular instructor), I first thought "he's just a snot-nosed kid" what could I possibly learn from someone who is old enough to be my child (if I had any). I said to myself however…"if only I was twenty again…" Boy, was I ever mistaken. As it turns out, most of my flying was with Linda. There came one Saturday where I was free, but Linda had to attend one of her grandson's baseball games. I reluctantly booked a flight with Dave. I was just starting out doing circuits (touch-and-go's) and thought to myself…. "Oh well, at least I will get some practice next time for Linda" I still had that prejudicial impression that this kid couldn't possibly teach me anything that Linda hasn't seen in her many years of experience. I did my walkaround (pre-flight inspection of the plane) and somehow felt like I was being watched. I noticed how the young male instructors leered at the young female students while they climbed up to check the amount of fuel in the tanks. Some of the girls knew this and wore particularily tight shorts just for this occasion. Normally I am no prude, but I thought that this flirting has no place here; we are here to learn how to fly, not pick up dates. Somehow this time, I kind of liked the feeling of being watched. Dave came out from the Flying Club to meet me. We got in the plane and I started it up. I went through my run-up (engine checks) and proceeded to taxi to the active runway. Just before takeoff, Dave told me that he was speaking with Linda the day before, and said that she wanted me to go back to the practice area to work on my stalls and steep turns rather than stay in the circuit for this session. I said "OK", made my radio call and took off. As we were heading out to the practice area, Dave went through the regular instructor talk (he seemed all-business) but I kept looking at him and a little tingling feeling started in my crotch. I thought to myself "Shit, he's just a kid" but he was so good looking, and it had been some time since I had been laid. He had a folded map on his lap which I kept casually looking down at noticing that he had cute legs (he was wearing shorts that day). I then asked if I could hold the map, which was a convenient excuse to check out his equipment. I kept looking down, pretending to check out the map but actually staring at his crotch. I was really starting to get wet. We climbed up to 5,000 feet to start my review. I didn't do all that well on my steep turns because all I could concentrate on was Dave. I really wanted him. A sudden thought came to my mind that we were only 280 feet short of being a mile high, so I "accidentally" climbed 280 feet on my last turn. Now is my chance I thought. I said to Dave "Well, my steep turns aren't going so well, what do you say about me trying something else?" He said "What do you have in mind?" That was when I just reached down and touched him, whereupon I found he had quite an erection. Something had turned him on too. I suppose it was that "older woman" fantasy that his buddies probably talked about over a few beers. He slid down his shorts, and I gazed upon the most beautiful erect penis I had ever seen. I started stroking it which made him groan with pleasure. He then said "I have control" which is an instructor's way of saying "you can let go of the control column now and let me fly the plane". He moved his seat back, as did I, and I turned around. I got on my knees as best as I could, being careful not to touch the control column. These little airplanes don't have tilt steering…. Too bad I thought to myself. I just looked at that beautiful young penis. I had to taste it. I kissed the tip and licked the head. I could savour the saltiness of his pre-cum which glistened at the tip. I looked up to see Dave concentrating on flying the airplane (or so it seemed). I could hear his breathing getting deeper. I opened my lips and took the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around. This was not enough, I had to have the whole thing in my mouth. I relaxed my tongue and slid the whole thing in right up to the hilt. I have been told that I give a good blowjob, but these cramped conditions made it difficult. I started to bob up and down giving this kid the pleasure that only a mature woman could give him. The girls his age probably didn't know how to do this, I thought to myself. Too bad, they're missing out on a lot. I started to get really horny, so I reached down and started to massage my clit. Oohhhh it felt soooo goooood. I could hear Dave's breathing getting heavy, and I could feel his balls pulling up. I knew he was ready to come, and I wanted him to. I took him as deeply as I could until I could feel him starting to come. I slid back until I only had his head in my mouth because I wanted to taste his seed. I am one of those girls who acquired a taste for come and quite like it. This talent had resulted in a lot of second dates when I was in college, but usually that was where it ended. He came in buckets, gushing and filling my mouth with his semen. I paused for a minute, slid his head out of my mouth keeping my lips tightly locked on his member. I didn't want to spill a drop. I turned my head upwards, looked deeply into his beautiful green eyes , swirled his semen around in my mouth and swallowed. The look on his young face was worth it. I turned around and sat back on my seat. I was really horny now and needed some attention. Dave said "my turn" and indicated that he didn't think he should do me in the plane while we were flying. He mentioned a small grass strip not far from here we could go. Then he remembered that it was Saturday, and that there would be glider activity there. I was so frustrated. I pulled off my shorts and panties, turned around and straddled his still erect penis. I thought "What the hell, I have to get off". I slid his penis into my awaiting vagina. This felt heavenly. There wasn't really much room to move, so I just stayed there while Dave started rubbing my clit with his thumb. "Hey, this kid is talented" I said under my breath. He fumbled with my blouse and bra, which made me rescind my last statement. I unhooked my bra and let him kiss and fondle my breasts. We did this for a minute until I realized that no one was flying the plane. Dave looked out to find that our altitude and heading were unchanged. I guess these Cessnas were designed so that even an idiot could keep them flying. I could feel my vaginal muscles tightening as I was close to orgasm. I started humping him with the little room available and started to quiver as I reached the pivotal point of our love-making. I just collapsed from all of the sexual release and held Dave. He didn't come inside me. I suppose he was concentrating on flying too much. Can't say I blame him, I could just see the accident reports. We got dressed again and headed back to the airport. I landed the airplane (not a graceful one, but we lived) taxied up to the gas pumps and shut the engine down. We got out of the plane, and tried to make it look like we didn't just join the mile-high club. We returned the keys to the front desk at the club and Dave said his good-bye since his next student was waiting for him. She was a good looking, stary-eyed young blond who was looking at Dave lustfully. I thought to myself "good luck sister, he's already had the best he's going to get today". I got in my car and left the club contented. I now make regular bookings with Dave when Linda is unavailable. By the way, we did check out that grass strip one fine Wednesday morning. That event will have to wait for another story. Cougar The Mile High Club As I stare out the window at the airport terminal thinking to myself that it was going to be a long, boring flight, a body drops into the seat beside me with a sigh. I turn my head and smile at you, "Bad day?" I ask. You smile back and reply "Just hectic." We settle in for the long flight, both trying to relax as the plane takes off. I pull out my book and put on the headphones as you open your computer on the table tray and start to work. As the flight starts out I can feel you glancing my way every once in a while. I do my own share of peeking your way. As the flight continues, you take off your jacket, getting more comfortable. I watch as your shirt pulls taut against the muscles of your arms. Licking my lips I go back to my book, unaware you've seen my gesture. I can feel the heat coming off you and the spicy aroma of your aftershave. I squirm a little in my seat. I continue to pretend to read my book, my pulse quickening slightly. Squirming again, I brush my knee against yours, a gasp escaping me. My pulse quickens again. I look at you to see if your reaction and apologize but you are staring at me. Turning to the flight attendant you ask for two pillows and a blanket. I assume you are going to go to sleep and this is a long flight so I return to my book. As you receive the pillows you hand me one. I look at you with surprise and murmur a thank you. You just smile. I rub my arms briskly, trying to warm them, only then aware that I was slightly chilled. You grab the blanket and place it over my lap, covering your lap as well. "I hope you don't mind if we share?" you inquire. "No, I don't mind at all" is my reply. I turn back to my book and you to your computer, both of us highly aware of one another. Shortly thereafter the flight attendant announces the lights will be turned down for those who want to sleep. I put my book aside and take off my headset, you close your computer and sit back looking very relaxed while I am charged with tension, needing a release. Putting my seat back, resting my arms on the armrests and closing my eyes, trying to relax and ignore the tension coursing through my body. And then in a whisper of sound I feel you hand on my arm. Trailing you finger over my wrist, feeling my quickened pulse. I try to hold in my gasp but it escapes anyway. I keep my eyes closed, my body still, sure your touch was an accident. Again, this time on my leg, I feel your hand, skimming over my skirt on my leg. I sigh in pleasure, peeking at you, but your eyes are closed, seemingly relaxed. Again I feel your hand, this time on my bare thigh, under my skirt hem. I take a deep breath, unaware up until then that I was holding my breath. Up and down I feel your hand caress my thigh, each pass pushing my skirt up higher. Shifting in my seat, my arm drops from the armrest and lands on your leg. I grip your leg, feeling the muscles jump under my hand. Slowing sliding my hand up and down over your leg. You pass your fingers lightly over my skin, higher, higher. I shift again, my body begging for your touch. You slide your finger over my thong and I feel myself getting wetter. I try to stifle a moan, peeking at you through half-slitted eyes. You continue to look relaxed, eyes closed, breathing regulated with a small smile. I decide to see if I can crack that "I'm sleeping" veneer. I slide my hand up over your thigh and across the front of your pants. I hear the hitch in your breathing as you suck in a breath. Smiling more I pop the button of your pants open with a flick of my wrist. I peek at you, your breathing a little heavier. But payback is rough because as I am opening the button of your pants, you slide your fingers over my thong. Hard this time, up and down. I bit my lip to keep from groaning. I squirm in my seat unconsciously, pushing my hips towards your hand. I drag my finger up and down the zipper of your pants, feeling the bulge underneath. I lick my lips and hear you gasp, unaware you were watching me for the first time. I look over at you and under the blanket drag your zipper down, licking my lips again. I slide my hand inside your pants and encounter a pleasant surprise, no boxers or briefs. At the same time I can feel your finger push aside the hem of my thong and slide along my slit. I can't help but moan softly. You grab my leg and pull it over your thighs, spreading my legs wide. Grabbing my thong from the back you pull it off my hips and down my legs. It disappears into your suit jacket pocket. I move closer, resting my head on your shoulder, you turn your head and we kiss, softly, gently, long, slow drugging kisses. But your hand is never still. Sliding my fingers over my pussy, my clit, you swallow my moan with your mouth. I stroke my fingers over your hard cock. Rolling my thumb over your head, slick and wet. We continue to kiss in the semi-darkness, hands always moving, searching, seeking, wanting, needing. My hand stroking up and down your cock, squeezing gently but firmly, feeling you getting harder, longer. Your fingers continuously moving on me, in me. One finger sliding into my slick, wet pussy, in, out, now two fingers, in, out. I moan again, low in my throat, hips slightly pushing against your hand, wanting more, always more. And as you insert the third finger I gasp, breaking our kiss. You roll your thumb over my clit hard and I begin to spasm over your fingers. You kiss me again, harder, wetter, deeper, tongues mating. As my orgasm slows, I feel you smile against my lips. I open my eyes and look at you, your pupils dilated, dark with need. My hand continues to move under the blanket, caressing your hard cock, squeezing, rolling my thumb over the tip, around your head. You slowly move my hand and stand up, covering your open pants with your hand. You pull me to my feet. Tugging down my skirt slightly, you grab my hand and we walk down the aisle of the plane in the darkness. Looking around we can see that most people are taking advantage of the night flight and are sleeping. I hear you chuckle to yourself and instinctively know what you are thinking, they really don't know what they are missing. You open the bathroom door and look around for the flight attendant, not seeing anyone and pull me inside the bathroom quickly. Giggling softly I allow you to tug my into the very small, very compact bathroom. We are wedged together in the bathroom, hip to hip, thigh to thigh, breast to chest. I slide my hands up your shirt pushing it out of the way as your lower your head to kiss me again. I meet your mouth halfway, eager, wanting. I feel your hands lifting my shirt up, over my head. I shake my head and you toss my shirt on the floor. You reach back and unclasp my bra, as I undo the buttons of your shirt, ripping it aside, hungry now, impatient, needing to feel your skin against mine, without the impediment of clothing. Pushing your pants down, kissing your chest, your shoulder, anywhere, everywhere I can reach. Running my tongue over your chest and sucking on your nipple as your hands clasp my breasts. I moan in pleasure, arching my back. I feel your hands slide down over my back and hips. You wrap your arms around my hips and pick me up, pushing my back against the wall. I wrap my arms around your shoulders, kissing you hard, hot, tongues thrusting against one another. Just as I'm about to beg you, in one thrust you bury your hard cock inside me. We both stop, gasping for air, pulses racing, sweat dripping off your brow, trickling down between my breasts. Then you start to move, thrusting your hips up against me. We spin in the small confines of the bathroom, your ass now perched on the edge of the sink, holding me up with your arms under my ass, clasping my cheeks in your hands, bouncing me up and down over your cock, deeper, deeper, with every bounce. I brace my hands on either side of the mirror, arching my back, tipping my hips up, meeting you thrust for thrust. Pushing down as you push up, whimpering, our breathing sounding harsh in the small room. My hands drop to your shoulders, clutching, as every muscle in my body tenses, running my hands over the hard muscles of your chest, arms, shoulders. I feel myself climbing higher, higher as you push in and out of me harder, faster, deeper. And in a burst of light, I feel myself drop over the edge. Cumming hard, fast, over and over each waves crashes over me. As my muscles clench, I hear you groan and with a final deep push of your hips I feel you cum deep inside me. The sensation pouring over me, making me cum again. I scream and you kiss me to subdue the sounds of my screams. I collapse against your chest as I feel your arms trembling as you hold me. Sliding my legs down and as my feet touch the floor, I lean close, unsure if my knees will hold me up. Faces flushed, sweat covering us both, we rest a moment and then tidy ourselves up, but our hands never stop caressing, touching, just deriving pleasure in a simple, single touch. We reach our seats with no one the wiser about what we were doing in the bathroom. I slip into a short nap as you hold me in your arms. Awakening as the pilot announces the flight landing. As we are leaving the plane, I hear the flight attendant utter "I hope you enjoyed your flight, Sir?" You reply "You have no idea." The Mile High Club I was caught in a traffic jam on my way to the airport to work a flight from Kennedy airport in N.Y. to Miami, Florida. The last thing I needed was to be stuck on the Van Wyck Expressway en route to the airport. "Conus Airlines" frowned upon it's flight attendants being tardy and my time limit was quickly running out. Traffic finally started to move and I soon found myself driving around Federal Circle just shy of the airport and my hangar at Conus. I arrived with ten minutes to spare and just in time to board the 727-100 I was scheduled to fly and prepare the aircraft for passengers. I was informed that we had a full flight, meaning 130 passengers. The crew included 2 more flight attendants besides myself, the Captain, First Officer, and the Flight Engineer. The cockpit crew was already aboard when I arrived, and as the senior attendant, I approached the flight deck door to see who indeed would honor us as our fearless leader during this flight. I knocked twice and pushed the door opened. I was amazed to see Captain "Rich" sitting at the helm. Captain Rich and I were involved in a torrid love relationship the previous summer in Miami. He was handsome and he knew it. Problem was, all the other female flight attendants knew it too. Rich had a wondering eye for a pretty face and shapely figure and indulged himself in occasional trysts with various female Conus flight attendants, and that was the cause of his divorce a few years earlier and the reason for our breakup the previous summer. I had not seen him for quite sometime and requested a different schedule when we broke up to avoid seeing him in the exact work situation that I was facing this day. He had apparently been on call because the pilot scheduled for this flight, was down for the count with the flu. He turned to look at me and our eyes met. It was obvious we still had feelings for one another but both of us knew we had to maintain decorum and professional ethics while working. With this in mind I said "good afternoon captain". He said "hello Barbara. It's nice to see you again." I said "thank you, it's nice to see you too. May I get you some coffee?" He stared at me for a brief moment then told me that "yes he would like some coffee" and I responded by saying "cream no sugar, right?" He smiled back and said "yes, you remembered." I responded by saying "yes, I remember". I looked at Don the First Officer and Brad the Flight Engineer and asked if they would also like some coffee as they worked through their pre flight check. Rich knew ahead of time that I was scheduled for this flight. He liked surprises and boy oh boy, this definitely surprised me. I stepped from the flight deck and into the galley. I closed my eyes and thought "Oh my God, how am I going to get through this flight with this man that I still loved, flying this plane?" Somehow I had to keep my professionalism in tact and do my job with a clear head. I can do this. I have to do this. After all it was only a 3 hour non-stop flight. I poured the coffee and returned to the cockpit. Rich was busy with his pre flight check, so I handed Don and Brad their coffee first. Rich turned to me and extended his hand to take his coffee. As he did so, he touched my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. I looked into his blue eyes and saw once again the man I was so deeply in love with, am in love with, and will be in love with for the rest of my life, and the same man that professed to be deeply in love with me the previous summer. I smiled, looked down, and softly pulled my hand from his. I returned to the galley and took a deep breath and prepared to greet boarding passengers. I was to handle the first class section and Linda and Nancy in coach. It takes about 15 to 20 minutes to safely board passengers and stow carry-on baggage, that is if all goes well, and all did go well. The overhead bins were checked to insure all baggage was properly stowed, the bins were locked and all passengers seated. Once that was done I prepared for the start of the FAA in-flight briefing over the intercom. Of course with every flight 90% of the passengers never pay attention and then God forbid there were an emergency, the flight crew's job intensifies because of hysterical passengers that insist they do not know what to do. The 727-100 we would fly is a medium range narrow body airliner with a capacity of holding 28 passengers in premium class and about 103 max for coach. This breaks down to 3 seats on either side of the craft in coach, and 7 rows in premium class with 2 passengers sitting abreast on either side with a max capacity of about 131. Seat belts were checked, the doors were locked, and as we disembarked from the gate area, I started my safety briefing. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen and welcome aboard Conus Airlines. Please feel free to follow along with me in your safety manual located in the pocket of the seat in front of you, as I introduce you to the Boeing 727-100 airliner and it's features, designed for your safety and comfort." As I glanced around I can see and hear people talking and having conversations. People even trying to talk louder than I, and not respecting the fact that not only do I have to do my job, but not thinking at all that this could mean life or death in a given situation. I continued with my "personal" memorized safety orientation by saying, "I do hope all of you pay special attention to the FAA emergency procedures and regulations, because there is going to be a quiz in mid flight. Anyone failing this pop quiz will be subjected to walking the wing and most assuredly land in Maryland long before the rest of us arrive safely in Miami." (Most all passengers seemed to like what I say and even smile and laugh) "Now that I have your attention, kindly turn off all electrical devices as I continue through to emergency procedures and FAA regulations so you will be well briefed in the unlikely event that an emergency would occur. My name is Barbara, and Nancy and Linda your other flight attendants will help demonstrate what is available for your necessary safety and comfort"................" and so on. Once the FAA regulations were read and emergency procedures demonstrated, and everyone hopefully was familiar with the aircraft, we were ready for take-off. The captain was alerted that all was well in the cabins and we began to taxi to the runway. Last minute checks were done in the galley and the cabins when the captain called for all flight attendants to take their seats and "prepare for take-off." I buckled into my jump seat right outside of the flight deck and galley in first class while Linda and Nancy took their seats near the tail section behind coach. Takeoff was smooth and uneventful. After a few minutes the Captain signaled to me through the intercom phone that we were now at cruising altitude and leveling off and he was prepared to shut off the seatbelt sign and he did. I announced that we would be serving beverages and that "passengers would be permitted at this time to move about the cabin but while seated please keep your seat belts fastened." The 727-100 aisles, as in most aircrafts, always seem to only accommodate the serving carts and nothing else while they are present. After finishing the first class service for beverages I went back to coach to assist the other 2 attendants. We always pray for an uneventful flight where things are calm and we can do our jobs without negative interruptions. The last thing any of us needed was a belligerent passenger or mechanical difficulties. A good flight attendant knows how to handle most situations without having to call the captain from the deck to resolve a problem. It would indeed reflect negatively on a senior attendant if he/she had to call the captain for such help. Pilots are not happy when they are called from the flight deck to resolve a problem that the flight attendants are trained to handle. Beverages were served, and everyone seemed comfortable and I could hear various friendly conversations between passengers. As I approached to check the galley, the phone rang. It was Rich asking me to please pour him a cup of coffee and "that he would be out to get it." My heart pounded. The curtain that separated first class from the galley was customarily closed. Then I heard the cockpit door open. There he was. He stepped out looking so handsome. I took a few steps back to allow him to take his coffee. He took a few steps forward, then told me he "did not want coffee." "Instead", he said, he "wanted me". Before I could say or do anything he pulled me to him and started to kiss me, long, hard, and passionately. The feelings that I had for him came flooding back. They had really never left. I tried to push him away but he just held me to himself more intensely. He finally withdrew from my lips, released me, looked at me for a brief moment, then went back to the cockpit. No further words were spoken. I felt that I was heaven bound. The feelings I had harbored for this man just intensified. I was torn between allowing this to continue, or walking away from this man , and this time for good. I could not stand to be hurt again from him and felt that the only way I could purge him from my life would be to quit flying. Something I had loved doing for the past 7 years. Time passed quickly and we were nearing our destination. The intercom phone rang from the flight deck. It was Rich telling me that we would be starting our decent into Miami. I acknowledged by saying "thank you, I will announce that." I heard him whisper to me before cutting off, "I want to see you later" then hung up. The fact that he wants to see me later coupled with "do I want to see him?" played havoc in my mind and heavy on my heart. We had a 2 day lay-over before returning to New York. How am I going to handle being in the same hotel as Rich without seeing him, and if I do "see him", would I be making a big mistake? Could I bear losing him again, perhaps to someone else permanently? I announced that "we were descending and right outside of Miami and that we would be at our assigned gate area in about 20 minutes," and the "flight attendants would do a walk through to collect glasses and anything that needed disposal." The attendants did a seat belt check and then we went to our assigned jump seats. Rich gave a weather report in Miami with temperature. I followed by saying "ladies and gentlemen, please make sure that all electrical devices are in the off position, seat belts remain fastened, and your seats are in the upright position. Please remain seated and belted until we are at the gate area and we come to a full and complete stop. Welcome to Miami and thank you for flying Conus Airlines, it was a pleasure to serve you. If you are visiting Miami, enjoy your stay and have a wonderful day." We had a smooth landing and passengers were busy retrieving their carry on bags. The door opened to the ramp and jet way. I stood by the door wishing the disembarking passengers a great day when I felt Rich come behind me. The sheer scent of his cologne made me want to turn to him and say "take me now" but I was still pondering whether or not to actually see him again out of the work place and out of uniform.......literally. The other 2 flight attendants and I waited for the flight crew so we could all deplane together. When we have a layover, the airline makes reservations for all of us at the same hotel because the same crew will be making a return flight back to New York. Our shuttle bus met us outside of the terminal and we were soon on our way to the hotel. We checked into our hotel and into our rooms. Nancy and Linda shared a room, I had my own room as did Rich. Don and Brad shared a room. We all agreed to change out of our uniforms and meet for dinner downstairs in the lobby within the hour and then decide where we would go to eat. Rich had called for 2 cabs, one for the other attendants, and for Brad and Don and the other for he and I. I would know soon why Rich wanted to be alone with me. The cabs were on time and we decided to go to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner. Once Rich and I were in our cab, he reached to hold my hand and I pulled away. The sigh I heard from him appeared to be like a, "this is going to be harder than I thought" sigh. He told me that he was happy to see me today and that perhaps we would have some time together talking about old times. I told him that "there was nothing to talk about. I was planning on having dinner then I am going back to my room for a good sleep, alone!".........I thought. When a crew travels together, they become friends quickly. I did enjoy the company of all my fellow crew members, but I was still a tad bit uncomfortable sitting next to Rich who gave me every indication by looks given, and gentle touches with his hand on my thigh that he wanted more than just an Italian dinner and company. He wanted dessert and wanted it to be me. Even though I moved his hand from me several times under the table, within minutes it was right back onto my thigh. After dinner, I excused myself and told my friends I was going to call a cab to take me back to the hotel because I was "tired". The others with the exception of Rich, decided to stay a bit longer and relax. Rich announced that he too was tired and would accompany me back to the hotel. We hailed a cab outside of the restaurant. As soon as the door closed Rich told the cab driver where we wanted to go, then he turned to me and smiled. I looked at him and said "if you think this evening is going to turn into another love relationship with you, then you can think again!" He grabbed me and kissed me. I pushed him away and he grabbed me and kissed me again, only this time I felt I was losing the battle. The "battle" I had raging inside of me for a full year, trying to purge him from my mind and heart was slowly being conquered. The cab pulled up to in front of the hotel and we stepped out. Rich paid the driver and we walked inside to the elevator. I pushed the button for the third floor but Rich did not push the second floor button, the floor that held his room. He told me he would "like to walk me to my door" to make sure I got "inside safely." Rich had done a few things throughout our relationship that hurt me and got me a bit peeved, but he was always a gentleman when he was with me. I slid my card into the slot on the door to open it and stepped inside. Rich stood there just outside of the door. I looked at him, smiled and said "thank you." He smiled back and then walked away. I closed the door in a bit of disbelief and surprise that he gave up too easily. I looked through the peep hole and he was indeed gone. I wanted him but yet I was too afraid to start something that probably would have finished in heartbreak for me. For him it may have ended in thoughts of "conquest". I decided to take a warm bath to relax and gather my thoughts. Did I do the right thing by closing the door or should I have allowed him to come into my room? The others were not back yet from dinner I was certain, and besides, Rich and I both had single rooms. No one would have known if we spent the night together. I must have soaked for 15 or 20 minutes pondering what could have happened, and whether or not I really wanted something to happen. I decided to dry off and just go to bed. As I exited the bathroom there was a knock on my door. I peered through the peep hole and saw it was Rich. He had come back. I was wrapped in a bath towel and for the most part did not want to dress if I decided that I was going to let him in. He knocked again and I pondered. I said "just a moment please." My heart was pounding and racing, but I opened the door and there he stood looking at me, as I wore nothing but a bath towel. This seemed like the longest few seconds of my life and it seemed to stretch into minutes. I took one step back and he entered and closed the door behind him, but not before he placed the "do not disturb" sign on the outside door knob. He then locked the door's handle and then the dead bolt. He took me in his arms and kissed me, and once again I was in heaven. I was paralyzed with feelings for this man. He took the towel from around me, dropped it to the floor and picked me up and carried me in his arms to the bed. He removed his shirt and lay gently atop me. I began to moan in sensual satisfaction as he caressed by breasts with his hands and kissed me. He began to move his lips to my neck, and I gently placed my hands on each side of his face as if to guide his moves. He began to kiss and suck my breasts and nipples. He did not really need a map to find my vulnerable spots, he knew exactly what turned me on and the places I wanted him to explore on my body. He kissed me again while his right hand moved down my body to just above "her". He teased "her" with gentle massage in anticipation of feeling "her" moisture and wetness. He took his ring finger and inserted it inside of "her" while his thumb stimulated my clitoris and his other finger traveled upward into me to find my G-spot. I was helpless as my body submitted to his touches, massages, and kisses. Very quickly I could feel an orgasm building within me, and he knew what was happening. This was his way, and he would do this until I had no more reserve within me to tell him to stop. I did not want him to stop. I loved the way he teased and played with my body and made love to me. Realizing that yes I was on the verge of orgasm, he moved down on me and began to eat me. He began circling "her" lips with his, knowing that I was close to exploding and would tease me that way for several more minutes. He gently sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue across "her" in rapid movements. Soon I found myself moaning in satisfaction as my muscles surrounding "her" began to throb. I could feel my entire vagina contracting into full orgasm. I exploded into his mouth making my hips thrust forward into him and he too moaned in satisfaction. He was always able to make me cum with oral sex, and loved to lick me dry after I had an orgasm....and he did. I was so mellow and feeling so sensual, but he had not cum yet. He stood and removed his slacks and shorts. He put one knee on the bed then the other and separated my legs. He leaned forward to kiss me again, and when he did, he told me that he "loved me." I looked into his eyes as mine filled with tears and replied, "I love you too." I could feel how hard he was and selfishly thought to myself, "I did this to you, and at this time there is just the 2 of us and I am the only one on your mind now." He moved his lower body against "her" and started to grind and hump me to prolong his hardness as he teased me, and I teased him by thrusting back in return. I could feel him move into position and felt him ready himself to enter me. He moved slowly and into me until he could go no further, then withdrew. He did that several times, and each time he was fully inserted, he would again withdraw, and then reenter faster until he needed to have "her" fully surrounding him for a longer time in anticipation of his own orgasm. He began to pump into me, harder and faster. I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist for deeper penetration and squeezed his cock with my vaginal muscles. This made him more eager to complete himself within me. We were both moaning and breathing heavily as he pumped even faster. Each time he pushed into me, I hugged him tighter around his waist with my legs. He grabbed my ass and pulled me to him as he pumped. I could feel "her" throbbing in excitement. I threw my head back into the pillow on the bed, and then explode around him. At the same time he filled me with everything he had. We were both exhausted, but it was truly the best kind of exhaustion I had ever felt since we were last together. We lay on the bed facing one another gently kissing. He told me again that he "loved me" and wanted me back. I told him that I wanted him too but could "not tolerate putting up with him thinking it was his job to satisfy every other women sexually". He told me that was all in the past and he wanted one woman in his life and he wanted it to be "me". He also told me that he did not care about any other woman and had not even been with another woman in months. He said he wanted me and wanted to "always come home to just me." I asked him what he meant? He said that he wanted us to "live together to see where things lead us in life" and "would I consider that?" I told him we needed to take things slowly and that yes I would think about it, but there was "no room for error concerning other women with him." He agreed and we kissed, and we made love again that night. The Mile High Club We all flew back to N.Y. on schedule 2 days later. When we landed and deplaned, Rich told me he would follow me home and if it was alright, he would spend the night. I wanted him to do that. The next day we would look for an apartment together and begin to plan our personal "flight pattern", possibly for the rest of our lives. The Mile High Club It was one of those long boring flights that James seemed to be spending his time on while he travelled round the world. He sighed as he tried to get himself comfortable in the Qantas economy passenger seat. He glanced up as someone passed him by in the dimmed cabin lights. His brown eyes couldn't help following the stewardess' stocking clad legs with the seam running up the back of her calf. There were also the curvy buttocks that he could see through the pencil skirt that all of them wore. If he had been anywhere else he knew he would have wolf-whistled at her. Feeling his eyes on her back the stewardess turned to glance between. In a teasing mood she gave him an 'I am game' smile and a wink before carrying on up the gangway moving her bum even more suggestively. James gathered the polyester blanket over the area of his groin more as he felt himself growing hotter under his loose trousers. He closed his eyes and tried to think of ugly things in an attempt to cool off but all he could see was the wiggling bum and the sexy long legs of the woman. All he wanted to do was pull her hair from it's bum and feel it running over his naked skin. He bit his lip to restrain himself. It had been so long since he had last had sex and to be honest the last time wasn't that great. He began to wonder how fun it would be to return back to England and be able to tell his friends that he had joined the Mile High Club while jet setting around the world. He heard footsteps heading towards him and glanced behind to see his gorgeous stewardess returning. She bent down and he could see her plump breasts straining against her blouse. He watched her long seductive fingers draw the tray down and place a plastic glass of water on it along with a napkin. She then stood and walked away. He followed her up the gangway again and imagined her perched on his hard cock riding it and moaning with the pleasure of him fucking her deep while he sucked at her hard nipples. She glanced back at him again and smiled again and he felt ready to explode into his boxers. He watched her open the toilet door and shut it behind her. He sighed as he imagined her wet trimmed mound ready for his thick manhood and all through his fingers playing with her clit. He stuffed the blanket deeper into his groin before lifting the glass to take a sip. It was then that he noticed the writing other then the airline logo on the napkin. Written on it was 'Come to me in the toilet behind you. You know you want me and I want you.' He forced himself to calmly get up to not alarm or awake any of his fellow passengers. He kept a hand hanging round his groin so they couldn't see the stretched cotton around his hard-on. He knocked on the door before slipping in. He found his stewardess with her long hair hanging down over her shoulders and with her skirt hitched up to her hips exposing the fact she was wearing no knickers and she had a neatly shaved mound. Her blouse was half undone to reveal a lacy bra and her tits trying to escape from the two bra cups. She smiled at him, "So you came then. Get those trousers down. I know you are only here for one thing so lets see your beast." He needed no other order and let both his trousers and boxers drop to the floor before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers with great urgency. Their tongues fought each other for the power to taste the other's mouth. Her hands were on his prick and balls while his were pushing her blouse off her, even ripping a button from it, to reach her breasts and play with her nipples, pinching them when he found them. She moaned into his mouth at the sudden pleasurable pain she felt from her nipples being tweaked. He also moaned at the ache that was growing in his cock as it grew harder and harder under her experienced hands. He wanted to feel either her sexy lips round his throbbing erection or to feel her wetness tight around him. With little effort he picked her up and took her place on the lid of the toilet, his cock eager and erect. With no trouble she willing positioned herself over him. His fingers ran over her clit and she let out a moan as he dipped into her well of sexuality. He could feel his fingertips growing wetter by the second from her. She was incredible turned on by it all and he only just had time to remove his fingers from her pussy before she pierced herself with his cock. He closed his eyes and fought back the loud moan as he felt her warm wet body cling tightly to his erection. She slowly rode him while he clung to her hips with one hand and reached for a breast to fondle and play with. Her hair swept up and down his face. The hand at her hip moved down, round to her buttock to give it a big squeeze and then found her arse hole. He wet his finger before slowly slipping it in. She moaned at the pleasure she got from being taken in both of her holes. It wasn't long before it grew too much for him and he began to whimper, "Oh god, oh god." Hearing those words the stewardess paused and lifted herself off him. In his ear she whispered, "Come in my face, I want to taste all your cum, feel my mouth with it." In the tight space she managed to kneel enough so that her hand caressed his tight balls and her mouth accepted all of his length, tasting herself at the same time. Her tongue ran over his hot tight red head. He shuddered and his eyes rolled into the back of his head with the pleasure of her cooler tongue on his hot cock head. Unable to control himself any longer he spurted all of his cum into her mouth and she willing drank it down. She continued to play with his balls until he stopped pushing himself into her mouth and there was no more cum to come. Slowly she released his penis from her lips grip and licked the last drips of cum his cock. She smiled as he looked up into his red face. He was shaking as he stood up and pulled his boxers and trousers back on. She pulled her skirt down and readjusted herself back into her bra and blouse before he slipped out of the toilet and back to his seat and she returned back to her work as stewardess. James smiled once back in his seat. That was certainly an experience he wasn't going to forget in a hurry! The Mile High Club Tom walked down the passenger terminal with hurried steps. He knew he would be arriving slightly late to the departure gate and hoped that he would catch his transfer flight on time. His last flight from Paris had landed to Chicago late by more than 45 minutes and it had recessed his change time to only 30 minutes. It could be an impossible task, but he hoped to prove it wrong. As always, he was travelling light, with only a small carry-on baggage. Tom was glad of the few extra minutes that it gained him. He was totally oblivious to the few admiring glances he got from fellow passengers. At the age of 25, Tom was a successful and wanted news photographer. He spent more than half of the month travelling around the world. His breakthrough picture had been a powerful picture of humanitarian aid in Africa. After that Tom had become known as a describer of small humans in middle of world changing events. He had shoulder length, slightly curly, dark blond hair and brown eyes. He was tall and lean, not very muscular but not a string bean either. All this combined with his shy appearance and slightly hippy clothing ensured that girls of certain type almost always paid attention to him. The security controller was obviously one of those girls. She flashed a bright smile towards Tom, who was just throwing the baggage on the conveyor belt. Tom didn't seem to notice that either. It wasn't the girl's fault though. Tom had only eye to another sort of beauty. And at the moment, he wasn't even interested in any of it. He was just thinking that after this one short flight, he would be home at last. As a used traveller he was, Tom calmly walked trough the metal detector and out of the security control. Fortunately for Tom, the gate wasn't too far away from the security control, and he managed to get into the plane on the last call. Jimmy looked up and down the small air craft. The cleaners had just left and he was checking the results, while his colleague was up in the galley, helping to load the lunch they would be serving on the two hour flight to Memphis. Jimmy was the purser of the flight. He had always wanted to be a flight attendant and had managed to get in right after high school. He had been flying a little over six years now, and was proud of his quick progress on the career. Jimmy enjoyed his work as much as he had hoped. He enjoyed flying the international flights in big planes, enjoyed the stop-overs at famous cities and even enjoyed the constant jet lag. But on the other hand, he enjoyed serving on small domestic flights such as this one. They had almost a private feeling to them, and had a lot less responsibilities than the longer flights. Just as Jimmy got in the front of the aircraft, to see how Annie, one of his favourites to work with, was doing in the galley and what would be served that day, the ground officer came in with the passenger list. Jimmy had previously worked with the same officer, so they exchanged some personal talk at first. "Your last flight for the day, right?" Jimmy nodded at the officer, he'd already flown from Memphis to Chicago, back to Memphis and then to Chicago again that day, starting early in the morning. He asked back: "And the last one before a weeks vacation. What about you? How many hours to go?" "Too many, I just started an hour ago. But it seems like your last one's going to be pretty easy. There are only 10 passengers aboard, and none of them has any special conditions." Jimmy smiled thankfully. Even though he loved the job, it was sometimes nice that the constant sense of hurry receded even for one flight. He chatted few minutes with the officer, who soon had to leave to prepare the start of the boarding. Then he checked the kitchen with Annie. His mood was even more enhanced, when he found out that they would be serving chicken breast sandwiches with green salad. The breakfast that morning had been horrible, and he hoped that the catering staff had made that up with the lunch. Jimmy went through his mental note list. The captain and the co-pilot were already in the cockpit and had briefed him and Annie. They hadn't had anything special; the flight weather was great and also they suspected that the flight was going to be uneventful. The cabin was clean and ready for passengers and the galley prepared. The plane and its safety gears were in perfect condition. Jimmy took his place by Annie's side in the door way just as the first passengers started to emerge from the tube. As the officer had predicted, none of the first nine passengers woke any special interest in Jimmy. A few of them were business men, and then there was a woman with about ten year old boy and an oldish couple. Less than third of the seats in the plane were full, and most of the people sat in the front part. He greeted all of them and confirmed that they were free to take a better seat than the designated ones, if they wished. Just as Jimmy was going to think that one poor soul would miss the flight, a long, lean guy strode around the corner. He had longish, dark-blonde hair that was tied back, and there was tired look in his chocolate brown eyes that told the experienced flight attendant that he was coming straight from a tiring over-night flight. But yet there was some sort of flexibility in his moves, and that flexibility caught really Jimmy's sight. Jimmy stood dumbfounded in his place; he couldn't have produced a sensible greeting even if his life had depended on it. If that man wasn't the single most beautiful thing Jimmy had ever seen, Jimmy wouldn't know what was. Annie had worked long enough with Jimmy to notice the symptoms of a beginning crush in him and to understand that she had to step in. Annie guided the man to his place and very friendly told him, that he could sit by the window if he wished to. Then she pulled the curtain to cover the galley and the doorway, and almost literally kicked Jimmy's ass to do the arming of the door and start the safety demos. It wasn't the first time for Tom that he had found himself looking after a cute male flight attendant. The attendant was about as tall as Tom him self, but more muscularly built, he obviously trained often. The man's dark hair was cut quite short, but one could easily see the waves the hair was starting to make. But what Tom found most intriguing about the man was his eyes. They were as blue as the sky they were just about to fly into and the sky-coloured gaze was steadily looking at his direction. It sure as a hell was the first time Tom thought that he would do anything to fulfil his desire. All of a sudden the boring safety demonstrations got a lot more interesting. Tom watched carefully, when the attendant demonstrated how to blow the life vest manually in case it wouldn't inflate automatically. A flash in the blue eyes of the man and a quick lick of a pink tongue on his lips told Tom that his interest didn't pass unnoticed. Tom had planned to sleep the entire flight, but suddenly he really didn't feel like sleeping any more. The dark-haired attendant walked through the aircraft once more to check the seat belts before the take off. If Tom had had any suspicions that the attendant might not share his interests, they were soon long gone, because on his way back into the front, he crouched over Tom's seat and said with a quiet voice: "I just had to check your seat belt." For Tom, it was no doubt that it was he himself the attendant was checking out, not the seat belt. Tom flashed an understanding smile at him, and nodded. After winking his eye, the attendant walked away. Soon they were airborne and the drink service begun. There wasn't anyone else seated behind Tom, so he was the last one to be served. But that didn't lower his mood, actually just the contrary, when he saw that the male attendant was approaching him alone, when the woman went back to the galley. Tom read the nametag on the attendant's chest. Jimmy. Tom decided it was a good name, just before he heard the soft, deep voice again: "Sir, what would you like to drink today with your chicken sandwich?" Only the voice and the hot glances Jimmy was throwing at him were just about enough for Tom's skin to go to goosebumps. Their gazes locked for a half of a second, but it felt like hours of electricity flowing between them. Tom cleared his throat before he could answer with equally charged and low voice: "Can of mineral water, please." If Jimmy's reaction was to be believed, Tom could have as well asked Jimmy to go with his meal. He was already half hard and thinking how to get into a closer contact with this still nameless flyer. It wasn't usual for Jimmy to react so forcefully to a client. He saw tons of good-looking men every month, and he had to admit that he'd sometimes taken a few of them to hotel or even the lavatory with him. But usually it had happened so that someone had been a regular flyer on one of the routes he flew constantly too, and both of them had had time to change glances over a longer period of times. Jimmy was a prototype of politeness and good service when he passed the drink. Then he said, still quietly: "There you go, sir. If there's anything else I can do for you, please just call." Tom knew exactly, what he would like Jimmy to do. But there was no way to get that now, was there? The uneasy feeling he got every time Jimmy called him a sir was a thing he could do something about, though. So he said, using politeness to cover his true wishes, just as Jimmy had just done: "Please, call me Tom. And I'm sure I'll call." "That'd be a pleasure, Tom. I'm Jimmy." Jimmy reached out to shake hands with Tom. If the gaze between them had been pure electricity, the first touch they shared was like a strong spell, which left both of them stunned, just looking at each other, mouths agape. Jimmy leaned even closer and they both smiled baffled smiles. There's no one that knows what might've happened right there, if it wasn't for Annie that came searching for Jimmy to help her prepare the lunch. Both of the men blushed like they were kids caught doing something really naughty, and Jimmy quickly let go of Tom's hand. However a silent promise had been changed between the men. Jimmy hurried towards the galley with the drinks trolley and Tom started to anticipate the lunch even though food wasn't very high on his priority list at the moment. What was a priority was the sense of sexual excitement Jimmy had left Tom with. He tried discreetly shifting himself to a more comfortable position, and managed quite well. Then he picked an in-flight magazine from the seat pocket and was really happy that there wasn't anyone sitting beside him or between him and the closest lavatory. Tom tried to get absorbed in the magazine, but somehow the wonders of India weren't enough to distract him. It had been months since Tom had slept with anyone. He was usually too busy to find someone. And he was definitely too busy to have a long term relationship. And in many of the countries he visited, it would have been considered a crime anyways. So usually, as in many aspects of his life, he trusted in himself. But even that had happened many days ago, because Tom had been living in a hostel where there a dozen of other guys sleeping in the same hall. Not much privacy there. In the galley, Jimmy's situation wasn't much better. He didn't remember, when was the last time the lunch preparations had felt so slow. And Annie was teasing him over the cutie in 8A. The fact that he really was thinking the man in question didn't help at all. Finally, the sandwiches were out off the oven, on the trays with the salad bowls and ready to be served. Then the coffee and tea pots and they were set to go. The serving went by routine, and really quickly since the lack of travellers. After only few minutes they were again on the eighth row, and Jimmy passed the tray over to Tom. Their words weren't anything out of ordinary, but the looks between them spoke a totally different language. Again, Jimmy had to quickly retreat back to galley. The curtain gave him and Annie some privacy, while they talked with urgent, low whispers. Annie asked: "What's it? You really like him?" "Yeah." "You're not going to do that again, are you?" Jimmy's blush deepened, when he remembered the only time he had got caught. It had been a flight to Dublin and fortunately it had been Annie who had been working in the galley near the lavatory and heard them. Jimmy couldn't deny. So he nodded and whispered back, little agitated: "You're not anyone to say anything about it." Annie blushed too. Jimmy didn't really have any evidence, but knew his co-worker well enough to know that she was an adventurous woman. She sighed and said: "Ok, but promise me you'll be careful." Quickly they decided that Annie would first have her 15 mins break to eat. Jimmy would serve the pilots during that and offer the seconds of coffee and tea to the passengers. Then Annie would take care of things, while Jimmy went on his escapade. At a speed of lightning, Jimmy scribbled a short message to Tom on a napkin and rummaged trough his purse to find a condom. When the curtain opened once again Jimmy stepped out composedly with the pots. Only the old couple wanted extra round. Then Jimmy walked back to Tom and forced him to have another cup of tea so that he could give the napkin for him at the same time. Tom looked at him confusedly, but took the cup and the napkin anyways. Soon Jimmy was gone again and Tom noticed the message: "Soon I go into the rear galley. If you're interested wait a minute and pretend to go to bathroom." Before, Tom had felt slightly aroused, but now he felt how his cock was rising to its full measure. On one hand his forest green thai pants were good for the situation; he didn't feel the uncomfortable pressure that often followed from getting a hard on with different style of pants. But on the other hand, it would be very hard for him to go unnoticed to the back. Tom decided he'd worry about that when he'd have to, but there was no way he would leave the opportunity unused. Jimmy quickly prepared the pilots' meals. One would have the same sandwich as everyone else, but other would have to stick with meatball pasta, because of the risk of the two of them eating the same food. Usually Jimmy put an extra bun or desert for the one that had the worse meal, but now he just basically threw the trays in with coffee and let the captains to argue over the food. He made one last round with the pots in the cabin, and finally Annie said she was ready to go and start to pick up the litter. Then she gave him a high five and finally Jimmy had his fifteen minutes of total relax. The rubber in the pocket of Jimmy's uniform trousers felt almost burning as he hurried past the crowd in the front. He didn't stop by Tom either, but they exchanged a quick look, and that was all the confirmation any of them needed. Tom could hardly wait until Jimmy had disappeared behind the back galley's curtain before he stood up. For his convenience, no one was looking towards him and he could easily slip his back towards the other people and so conceal his problem. Tom went into the lavatory, but didn't lock the door. Soon Jimmy was inside too and latching the door. The space was small, and they were pressed against each other, not that either of them would have wanted it any other way. For a brief moment they just looked at each other, but soon they both leaned in for a long, wet kiss. Tom pushed Jimmy against the door. The familiar shivers of excitement ran along Jimmy's spine, when he answered to the kiss and opened his mouth so that Tom could slide his tongue to meet Jimmy's. Tom felt how Jimmy's eager dick was already pushing against his own. They found a common rhythm of thrusts. The lavatory was filled with pants and subdued moans. Jimmy hand's were already under Tom's Marimekko striped t-shirt caressing his back and chest. Tom broke the kiss and started to suck and lick Jimmy's neck. That made him to throw his head back, so that it banged loudly against the door. It wasn't too easy for Tom to reach Jimmy's skin from under his uniform, but finally managed to find the zipper with his shaky fingers. Jimmy flexed his hips to urge him. It was a bit cramped, but Tom sat on the seat and finally had his fingers on the bare skin. The uniform slacks hang around Jimmy's knees. Tom grabbed Jimmy's ass and pulled him closer. Jimmy's eyes widened, when he realised what Tom was planning to do. First, Tom licked his lips to moisten them and then the tip of Jimmy's dick that was jutting out from under the hem of his button down shirt and Jimmyet. Jimmy almost forgot where he was and nearly shouted at the feeling, but managed to slap his own hand over his mouth to keep the noise level at the minimum. For a moment Tom studied the lovely cock before him that was surrounded by a bush of dark hair and then he licked one long lick from the base to the tip before engulfing the whole of it. Jimmy found out that his other hand had already sneaked into Tom's long hair and was pulling him even closer. The exciting smell of Jimmy's private area had Tom mad in matter of seconds and his mouth was doing exactly the same thing for Jimmy. Jimmy was almost already there, when he felt how his cock was hitting the back of Tom's throat. This was without question the best blow job Jimmy had had in a very long time. Tom himself was perfectly happy doing that, there was nothing more arousing to him that a handsome man in front of him, begging for a release. Jimmy had to collect all his will power to stop his hand from pumping Tom's head back and worth over the hard shaft of his. But somehow he managed. Through his pants he whispered decidedly: "I'll come in a sec, if you don't stop." Tom looked up at him, and knew it was the truth. Quickly he stood up and pulled the bow of his thai pants open. The loose pants dropped straight on the floor and Jimmy was free to explore Tom's shaft that was at least as eager as Jimmy's. Jimmy wrapped his hand around it, and made few pulls, which deepened Tom's panting. They kissed again, Jimmy tasting his own pre-come on Tom's lips. Soon Tom was starting to feel the familiar heat in his lower belly and had to interrupt Jimmy too. No questions were needed, only one confirmative look was exchanged and Jimmy was already fishing the condom out of the pocket. He rolled it on Tom's throbbing cock and lubricated it with the hand soap from the container. Tom had closed his eyes, just concentrating on the feel. They changed slightly their position so that they faced the mirror and Jimmy could lean on the sink table. Then Jimmy bent himself slightly forward, giving Tom the only permission he needed. For a small moment he massaged Jimmy's opening with his soapy fingers, but when their gazes met at the mirror he knew Jimmy was ready for him. Tom placed his dick on the pulsing hole and pushed in slowly, inch by inch. He felt Jimmy pushing back and soon he was past the tight ring of muscles. Either of them couldn't help the moan as Tom slid all the way in. Jimmy gave Tom an urging grunt and move, and then Tom started pushing in and retreating almost totally out. Slowly at first, but the pace increased thrust by thrust. Soon they both found their gazes locked into each other's. The lovely feeling of fullness started to be too much for Jimmy, but he tried to hold on a while. Then Tom changed the angle slightly and hit the love spot deep inside Jimmy. Each movement from that moment on produced a quiet whine from Jimmy. The sound only urged Tom further. After few more pushes both Tom and Jimmy flew directly into bliss. They stayed that way a minute or two, studying each other's face from the mirror, but then Tom pulled himself out and threw the condom to disposal bin. Jimmy was already cleaning himself with a washcloth and pulling his pants up, he was in a hurry to get back to Annie now, when the urgent stuff was taken out of the way. Tom followed his example. The Mile High Club During times when my wife and I have had to be separated by business assignments we like to swap fantasy stories to keep each other titillated and ready for action when we do reconnect. This story is a fantasy I wrote for her several years ago and damned if she didn't make this happen almost exactly as I wrote it almost two years earlier. She remembered the fantasy story and had the good fortune to be in the situation described and to her credit, she made it happen and then told me all the details. For those who may not have read about my wife before she is 5' 4" tall, weighs about 120 and has 39 DD breasts on a petite frame. She has dark hair, deep brown eyes and a very shapely but slender frame. She is normally a very proper Southern lady but when she turns loose her slutty side, she is unbelievably sexy. Here is our story. ----------------- After a long but necessary trip to the west coast for two days of meetings, your schedule required you to take the redeye from Los Angeles back to Atlanta. Your week has been long and you are tired. The only good news is that you were able to treat yourself to a business class seat. As you arrive at LAX you move to the Delta gates like a robot, simply going through the motions as you are eager to get on the plane and sleep. It is already late and you hate the thought of losing three hours on the clock, not to mention being able to sleep on the plane. After you check in with the front desk and confirm your seat "up front" you sit down to wait with a magazine and book that you bought just for the trip. Sitting in your seat you glance around the terminal and become aware of a man staring at you. He is sitting in the gate area and seems very intent watching you even after you look up. He is handsome and well-groomed and he is dressed casually in a Hawaiian shirt and cream colored linen pants. He appears to be about 6'2" tall from what you can tell. He is wearing loafers with no socks. He has dark hair, dark eyes and a mustache. He is tanned and looks relaxed and successful. He is carrying an elegant leather briefcase and acts like he is reading a newspaper. He is, however, staring at you intently. He is nice looking so it does not bother you. You demurely push your silk skirt down slightly although this act is somewhat academic since your skirt barely reaches your knees even when you are standing. You lower your eyes and return to your magazine but you are aware that he continues to stare directly at you. Soon the flight is called and people begin moving to the gate. It appears the plane will not be anywhere near full. In fact, there are very few people on the flight. As you move past the check in point, you notice that the man who was staring at you is lingering in the waiting area but still watching your every move. As you settle in to your leather seat, 3A, you grab a blanket and pillow and begin to settle in to your space noticing the collection of people who are boarding the plane. There is almost no one in business class, which does not bother you at all. That means better service for you. As you notice that the flow of people entering the plane seems to have ended you wonder where the good looking man has disappeared to. You return to your reading and put it out of your mind, for now. In moments you become aware of movement and look up to see the man who was staring at you. He moves into the aisle and looks at you and smiles. He looks down at you and says, "I believe I am in seat 3B. Must be my lucky day." You smile demurely and respond by saying, "Yes it is." He sits down next to you and says, "Hello, my name is Frank." You extend your hand and reply, "Mine is Mary Margaret but my friends call me Maggie."He settles in to his seat as you continue to read your magazine. The flight attendant comes to your seats and asks if the two of you would like a drink. She obviously thinks you are traveling together. You ask for a Mimosa and Frank asks for a scotch on the rocks. When the drinks are delivered Frank raises his glass in a toast and says, "Here's to a fun flight." You smile and raise your glass to your lips. Maybe this redeye won't be so bad after all. Frank seems very interested in what you are reading and continues to sip his drink while you appear to have no interest in anything but your magazine. However, his incessant stare is somewhat unnerving to you as you squirm in your seat knowing that he is still watching you intently. As you close your magazine you look at him and say, "So, Frank, what do you do for a living?" He smiles and tells you he produces porno. You smile as he tells you that he is just kidding. He is a doctor and on his way to explore the possibility of moving to Atlanta and going to work at Emory Hospital. Soon you settle into a lovely discussion. He is engaging and has a good sense of humor. Once the flight is airborne you have a glass of wine while he has another scotch. Conversation flows easily as dinner is served. Frank seems extremely interested in you and you warm to his charm and smile. He is also intelligent and funny. Once dinner is concluded you decide to have one more glass of wine. The conversation turns personal and you begin to reveal more about yourselves as the conversation continues. Frank is touching your arm and making very personal gestures as the evening goes on. You decide to go to the toilet before going to sleep. You ask him to excuse you for a moment and as you move past him you brush your breasts up against his torso sending a shiver down your spine. Your nipples became instantly hard as you move into the aisle. You move to the rest room and do your business. You take a few extra moments to make sure that your knee length silk skirt is properly smoothed and your cotton blouse is unbuttoned showing just the right amount of cleavage to your braless breasts. Finally, a little lipstick and a touch of fragrance and you are ready to return to your seat with your panties in your purse. As you move past Frank again, you intentionally brush against him with your breasts, lingering just a moment as you do. You can hardly believe you are actually making advances on him. This is not like you but you slide coyly into your seat and pass your actions off to the effects of the wine. Frank excuses himself as he moves to the toilet. When he returns he is smiling and as he slips into his seat you are aware that he has two blankets with him. He offers one to you and you spread it over your lap using the blanket you already have to cover your torso. Frank spreads his blanket over his lap smiling at you as he does. It is dark and quiet on the plane. You close your eyes and relax. Soon you feel Frank's hand moving under your blanket. No words are spoken as he brings his fingers to the nipple of your right breast. It is already hard and Frank has no trouble making it even harder in his expert fingers. As you warm to his touch and move closer to him, his fingers find the buttons on your blouse. He quickly unbuttons your blouse exposing your breasts. He kneads the flesh and tweaks the nipples and you feel the tingle deep inside your vagina. Now that you are getting hot and horny you move your hand under his blanket and find his hardness through the fabric of his pants. His cock feels hard as steel and you slowly move your hand up and down its length. It feels good in your hand. Frank moves his hand smoothly under the blanket and slowly pulls your skirt up in a bunch at the top of your legs. He discovers you have on no panties and his fingers find your clitoris. You struggle to maintain your composure and try not to cry out knowing that you are moments away from cuming. He stimulates you expertly and soon you cum, moaning into his shoulder. As he feels the heat and wetness he slips his finger deep into your vagina. You spread your legs wider to allow him deeper entry knowing that you need to cum again soon. Your hand squeezes his hard cock as you feel it grow even larger in your hand. Soon you are cuming again on his finger and gushing hot, wet liquid onto his fingers. He slowly withdraws his hand and moves his fingers out from under the blanket and into his mouth. He sucks the love juice off his finger while staring deep into your eyes. You both know what you want now. He smiles and asks if you are a member of the Mile High Club. You grin and say, "No, I have never had the pleasure." He tells you that there are several restrooms in the rear and he suggests that you move to the rear of the plane and find the first available stall on the left. He tells you to lock the door and he will knock twice softly and you should then open the door. You smooth your skirt and remove the blanket. You kiss him lightly on the lips and push your breasts into him as you move past him and down the aisle to the rear of the plane. Everyone is sleeping and there is no sign of a flight attendant. You move into the restroom as planned and you wait. You unbutton your blouse and pull your skirt up around your waist. You sit on the toilet and wait. Within moments there is a light knock on the door. You reach up and open it. Frank steps into the toilet and locks the door behind him. He turns and kisses you deeply while grabbing your exposed breast and finding the already hard nipple. You grab his cock through his pants and stroke it and squeeze it. The hardness feels wonderful. After several minutes of kissing he gently pushes you down to the toilet. You sit and reach for his zipper. He unbuckles his pants and you pull them down. He is not wearing underwear. You look up and smile at him. He says, "I took them off when I went to the toilet earlier." As you grab the base of his enormous cock you smile and stroke it gently. As you move your lips to the large head of his cock you smile up at him. You take him in your mouth and slide your lips all the way to the base of his cock. He rolls his head back and closes his eyes as your expert mouth lathers his cock. Soon you are sliding up and down in a furious rhythm. His cock grows in your mouth and you want to make him cum. He reaches for your breast and begins to roll your nipples between his fingers. You are stroking the full length at least nine inches of his cock with your hand following your lips up and down, up and down, urging him to cum. He gently moves your head off his cock and tells you that he wants to cum inside you. He raises you to a standing position and plants a deep kiss on your wet lips. He moves you to the lavatory and you sit on the sink area while pulling your skirt up. You plant your bare feet on the opposite wall of the restroom spreading them wide to allow full access. Your ass is on the edge of the lavatory and your legs are high in the air. Frank cannot resist kneeling down and finding your vagina with his mouth. He sticks his tongue deep into your vagina and you cum loudly and violently on his mouth gushing hot fluid as you do. You pull his head up and tell him to fuck you now. He grabs the base of his cock and begins pushing the head into your vagina. His cock is large and thick and it feels good as it slides into you. The close quarters in the toilet coupled with the fact that there are people just outside the door makes you horny. It feels sexy and hot and you urge him on by pushing against his cock. He slides the full and thick 9 inches deep into you and it feels wonderful. Frank slides in and out slowly at first driving you crazy with desire. He pushes hard and drives deep into you and soon you are cuming on his cock. You look down to see his pubic hair meshed against your dark public hair. You gush wetly onto him and push hard. He stands on his toes so he can go deeper and he pushes into you with all his power. It feels good as his cock goes even deeper. You know you have not had your last climax. He leans down and nibbles gently on your nipple. You moan and lean back into the mirror. Somewhere in your mind you wonder if people can hear you. Do they even know what you are doing? Every sound seems like it is amplified in the small lavatory. Frank begins to grunt and moan and drive deeply into you with all 9 inches. You push back wanting him to cum inside you now. He whispers in your ear. "Cum with me, come on Sexy Lady, cum with me now." You respond by willing your body to cum again. You whisper back into his ear. "Now, Frank. Cum in me right now." You grab his nipples and squeeze them tightly. He drives deep into you and you can feel every muscle in his body tighten and tense as his hot, white sperm splashes inside you. And you can feel every drop as you gush wetly onto his cock. He squirts into you over and over whispering that he is still cuming in you. And your climax seems to last forever, blended with his own magnificent orgasm. You are both completely lost in the passion and pleasure of the moment. Finally, he stands up straight and slowly removes his softening cock. You open your eyes and smile saying, "Wow, that was pretty intense. Does this mean I now belong to the Mile High Club?" He grins sexily and says, "I think we went way higher than a mile, but, yea, I think we are now members of that exclusive club." You laugh and tell him you can't wait to tell your husband. He smiles as he buckles his belt and asks if you are really going to tell your husband. Yes, you tell him, you wouldn't think of not telling him. "Won't he be jealous?" You smile and say, "Are you kidding? He'll love this story." As you return to your seat you can see that no one seems to know or care that you and Frank have been doing in the back of the plane. You settle in to your seat and tell him that you are going to take a little nap. He tells you he will wake you for breakfast. As you close your eyes you think of me coming to the airport to pick you up early in the morning. You can't wait to tell me you have joined the Mile High Club. The Mile-High Club I cleared my throat. "Excuse me. Sir?" Groggy with sleep, I just wanted to get into my seat so I could doze for a few hours. Lo and behold, though, I was looking into the gorgeous face of my seatmate, a slightly older, straight-looking guy smiling politely at me. "Fuck," I thought. "Why do I always dress so dykey even when I want cock?" I had dated a series of women who were progressively more masculine, and at the end of the day the passion just fizzled out. I was all but ready to give up on dating altogether; identity crisis after another forced me to change my gender presentation over and over again. Here I was in some relaxed jeans held up by a leather belt, a cozy quarter-zip sweater, and my short hair peeking out from under a slouchy beanie. I must look majorly confused 80% of my days. The man got up to let me slide into my window seat. I tucked my messenger bag under the seat in front of me, sat down, and slouched comfortably into my chair to send a few texts out before shutting my phone off. From the corner of my eye I saw the seatmate sit down, sneaking un-subtle glimpses at me. "Hi," he said, in a low groggy voice of a tired traveler, but with the perkiness of someone who was happy for companionship. "I'm Jake." I held out my hand to him. "Ray." As soon as I said it I blushed; I should have just said Rachel; he knows I'm a girl. But I wasn't feeling "Rachel" today. "Nice to meet you," Jake said, glancing me over again. I was still blushing, so as soon as our hands parted I turned away and looked out the window. He seemed to want to talk more, but he ran out of stuff around him to look at besides me, so he finally reached over to pull out his book and start reading. Soon enough we were airborne, sailing eastbound to Amsterdam. A 10 hour trans-atlantic flight and I was already turned on, the sock in my pants seeming foolish and unnecessarily distracting given that I'm pretty sure I didn't pass. I was a foolish woman who didn't know herself. And this guy was... wow. I snuck a few glances over at him, and his bulky arms that filled his shirtsleeves to the brim, his stocky masculine build, a body that could squeeze me tight and make me feel close, a crotch that contained... "Jonathan Franzen?" I jumped at the sound of his voice. I'd obviously been checking him out, my eyes having wandered over to the bulge in his pants, my book forgotten in my hand. I let out a small laugh. "Ha...yeah, have you read it?" "Yeah I've read it 3 times, how far in are you?" "Page... 3..." Jake laughed. "I won't spoil the end for you, Ray. You seem like a guy who'd enjoy it." He said guy... he said guy!! I felt scared and validated at the same time, that he read me as male; or at least, that he respected my presentation. "I love a good ending." "Yea me too, especially a steamy one." Seeing the shocked look I gave him, he laughed coyly. "What, I'm a sucker for those kinds of books. Not that the one you're reading has that, but just you know, in general..." "Does that book you're holding have a steamy ending?" I pointed at a paperback he was holding that had clearly come from the airport's news stand. The thought of him reading something hot while sitting next to me made me get worked up. How'd we get on this topic anyways? "Nah, I figured it'd be inappropriate for a 10 hour plane ride next to a complete stranger." I think my face betrayed a little disappointment. "I do have one in my bag, maybe when we get to know each other a bit better." I chuckled. "Hey it's a free country. I won't stop you." I smiled. "Thanks for being so cool, man." He looked me over one more time and then turned to his book. "Yeah man." I leaned my seat back, pulled my hat over my eyes, and closed my eyes. A guy reading romance novels, and freely admitting it, was clearly open about gender and sexuality. As I drifted off, I wondered what dirty thoughts went through his mind. ------------------------ I woke up half an hour later, trying to get comfortable. My pants were bothering me. I looked around and noticed that he was still sleeping; carefully, so as not to bother him, I grabbed basketball shorts out of my bag and got up to go to the restroom. I tried squeezing between his legs and the seat in front of him, but we hit a spot of turbulence and I accidentally fell onto his lap. He woke up with a start, me sitting on top of him. "Whoa Ray, buy me dinner first, huh?" "I'm so sorry, I just had to use the bathroom." I stood up. "And dinner? Come on, that's only worth a drink." Jake smiled at me as I walked away. "Better be one hell of a drink." Five minutes later I came back, wearing the shorts, holding my rolled-up jeans in one hand and a can of diet sprite in the other. When I got back to Jake, I tossed him the can. "Your drink." Jake laughed. "Diet?" Fuck. Getting a can of diet soda is a bit of a slap in the face for anyone. "Oh wow, I just grabbed the first can I saw. That's not what I meant at ALL." "Hey don't sweat it, I was only kidding. Here, we'll share. Even fewer calories for me." "I don't think that's how it works! But yeah ok since you got a lap dance and a soda from me, the last you can do is share..." Jake smiled and popped the can. "I hope you're ok sharing, I don't have any communicable diseases I think." "It's fine," I said as I took a sip from the can his lips had just touched. "It's basically like kissing which isn't a big deal, so." "Really? Kissing isn't a big deal? So how bout this?" With that he leaned over and kissed me straight on the lips. I was stunned and turned on, and started to kiss back, but being dressed as Ray, I felt like I had to play it off like I was into women. With my most exaggeratedly masculine mannerisms, so he'd know I was joking, I wiped my mouth with my sleeve. "Duuude, c'mon!" I punched him playfully in the arm. "Ow! That was the sharpest jab!" He shoved back at me with his elbow. "You're an ass," he said, rubbing his shoulder. I loved the teasing and the exaggeration; there was no way I actually hurt him. But yes I was a little out of line; I loved getting physical with another guy and having him acknowledge the exchange of physical contact as a sparring of equals. Whenever I'd punched my ex's arm, she would just tell me to stop it and walk away, as if I was out of line for who she wanted to date. "Sorry." I reached over and rubbed his shoulder for him. "Is that better?" I worked his big muscular deltoid under my fingers, gently caressing the flesh. He looked at my hand and then at me, smirking. "Getting there," he said, winking and grabbing the soda from my hand. I smiled and opened my book up to read a bit more. As I slouched down and sprawled out, our thighs touched between our tiny seats. ------------------------------- An hour later, the sun had set and the sky was dark. We were flying away from the sun, speeding up the transition into nighttime at an unnatural pace. They turned off the cabin lights, as if to coax us all to sleep; sure enough I started feeling myself lose focus on my book. Jake's tight strong body next to me wasn't helping matters. I decided to try and get more comfortable in my seat and try to keep my mind off Jake. I leaned my chair back and tried to get comfortable but a knot in my back kept me from settling in. I turned to my left, and to my right, every which way. Finally I turned to Jake, who was reading his own book. "Mind if I put the arm rest up? I'm dying to find a position that's good for my back." Jake smiled at me. "Yeah, sure. You can put your feet up here if you want." "Really? Thanks Jake." I curled my feet up into a fetal-ish position, taking up the space where the armrest used to be. My back began to unknot. I didn't mind that I was right up against Jake, and it seems like he didn't notice either. My ass was resting touching his thigh, and his arm was resting on my thigh. As I settled in, I zipped my sweater all the way and crossed my arms to get warm. Jake must have noticed. "Do you need a blanket?" He produced a dark blue standard-issue flight blanket from under his seat. "That'd be awesome." I helped him drape the blanket over me; I was surprised that he had draped it over his arm that was resting on my thigh. My clit began to throb against the sock in my shorts; I couldn't help but squirm a little to shake off the sensation. I noticed he was reading his steamy romance instead of the book he came with; I guess we were friends now. He finished his page and then single-handedly tucked it into his seat-back pocket, never taking his other arm off my leg. He started slowly caressing my leg, the silky material of the shorts gliding under his hand. I squirmed a little more. He then shut off his reading light. Most of the other passengers were asleep or watching movies; I felt like we were invisible. I had no idea what would happen next. As his hand slowly started stroking my thigh, he leaned over so he could speak to me quietly: "So, little Ray, do you like cocks or pussies?" What?! I was shocked at his transparency... and more than a little pleased. I smiled up at him as I reached back to stroke his cock. "I like a balanced diet." He closed his eyes for a second as I worked his bulge through his jeans. "So you're a little fag," he said. I cringed at the word but I knew it was true; I nodded. "Me too. I love a boi with a tight hole." I was hoping he meant boi with an "i"; I assumed the best and kept leaning into him. He started working his fingers toward my junk, rubbing over the sock and pressing into my clit. "Tell me, Ray, do you like getting fucked? Your body language tells me you do, but I want to hear you say it." "Mmm, I love getting fucked." "By who?" "By big strong men with big cocks." I don't know where these dirty words were coming from; I'd never talked dirty in my life. But here I was feeling confident, feeling clandestine, feeling daring. Life was full of little moments like this... moments that, if I didn't seize, I'd forever regret. I was feeling alive, my body on fire, my desire fueling me in this moment. He moved my hand away from the fly of his pants, and unzipping his jeans, pulled his big stiff dick out and started masturbating it against my ass cheek under the blanket. I hadn't seen one in years, and the feeling of it was absolutely incredible. I'd forgotten how much I used to want cock, how much I'd fantasized about cock. Whenever I'd hook up with a guy as a girl, I felt used; I felt like there was a power imbalance and that I was doing a lot to satisfy a man who didn't get how I felt. That, or he would be too gentle, too understanding, too mushy. But now, with my chest bound tightly and my curves obscured, my short hair having replaced my long ponytail, I loved being roughed up a little, humiliated, called names. I was a ravenous cock slut, because I was treated like a guy. I was a masculine creature with a masculine creature, and it made me feel incredibly empowered. Jake started working the cock between my ass cheeks, between my thighs, the silky material gliding between my pussy lips and his dick. I was dripping wet by this point, and I was sure he could feel it through the thin material of the shorts. He started carefully pumping his hips, trying to be subtle, as he worked himself stiffer and stiffer. I was feeling incredibly worked up, wanting to swallow his cock up in my tight hole as he worked my cock with his fingers. Finally he slipped out. I missed his presence already, bucking backwards to try and find his cock again but he had turned away. Then I felt him pull at the waistband of my boxers and my shorts, pulling the loose material down to expose my round smooth ass cheeks. Was he really gonna fuck me in public? Was he gonna... yep. There it is. He stuck two fingers into my dripping wet cunt and I almost cried out. He leaned over to speak softly to me: "I like my pretty boys with pussies." He gave the fingers a slow twist inside me, and then really carefully and slowly slid out of me. Then he slid those lubed-up fingers down to my cock, sliding up and over the head, beginning to trace circles around it. I came silently, spazzing with his fingers between my legs. With the blanket over us and the lights out, nobody could see what we were doing, but still I feared drawing attention to what he was doing to me under the covers. I thought he was done with me then when I noticed that he had reached over to grab his cock. He guided it between my legs and started sliding it between my thighs right against my labia, my warm lubrication wetting the length of his shaft. Every time he'd move it he'd move the tip a little closer to my hole, teasing me with it. Finally, slowly, he started slipping into me, turning his hips toward me so he could get his whole dick in. "How does that feel, fag?" It felt wrong for him to call me that, a tinge of anger, but I knew it was true. I was a fag and I liked being a boy and getting fucked by a stiff cock. "I've been waiting for you to fuck me since takeoff." "That's cuz you're such a slut, taking my cock without knowing me first." He stayed inside me, my rippling muscles tightening and relaxing around his shaft. He didn't want to thrust too much because it was too risky. So we stayed like that, his cock inside me, getting stiffer and stiffer, filling my hole with its girth, when finally the vibrations from the cabin and from my hole brought him to climax. His sticky juices filled me up and spilled out; he grabbed a napkin to catch what he could but it was too late; we were both a hot sticky mess. He pulled out and tucked himself in, then motioned me to the bathroom. I pulled up my shorts and followed him 30 seconds after. I knocked on the bathroom door; he opened it and pulled me inside. Before he'd locked it he'd already shoved me against the wall and started kissing me deeply. I grabbed his hair and pulled him in, needing his tongue in my mouth and his body pressed up against mine. His cock was stiffening again, and I grabbed his ass to pull him closer, feeling his hardness against my lower stomach. As quickly as I could, I undid the buttons and zipper on his jeans and pulled his delicious cock out. I started stroking it with my hand, but he pulled away. and turned us so his back was to the wall. "Get on your knees, fag." He gently but firmly pushed me down. If I were dressed all femme-y, no way would I enjoy being treated like this; I didn't even like sucking cock. But now that I was treated like a boy, I felt a jolt of pleasure every time he ordered me around, pushed me around, called me derogatory names. There was barely enough room in the bathroom, but I managed to get down on my knees to get eye level with his shaft. I grabbed it with one hand and started licking the tip of his cock. It tasted like pussy juice and cum and precum and sweat. He put a hand on the back of my head and shoved me down onto his dick. I took the entirety of it into my mouth, sucking it like it was the most delicious piece of meat I'd ever tasted. Sucking this man's cock on the bathroom floor of an airplane almost felt too dirty, but then I'd feel the tip of it at the back of my throat and choke on it, and I knew I'd do anything to have that cock, anywhere. As he was about to come, he pushed my face away, taking his cock out of my mouth. "Come here, fuckslut." I stood up and tried to kiss him; he refused and turned me around before sticking his hand down the front of my shorts. We were both facing the mirror now: a grown man kissing the neck of a butch person with their chest bound tight and their hair cropped short. A grown man jacking off a young guy, pressing his cock into his back, pushing his fingers into his hole, holding the young guy with his strong insistent body. I wasn't sure where he was going with this, so I leaned back against his chest to ask him, "what now, boss?" This seemed to be the catalyst to bring him back into action. "This," Jake said. I was puzzled for a split second before I felt him push me forward by my neck, grabbing my hips, bending me over the sink. I braced myself on the counter as he held me there, pulled down my pants, and started fucking my pussy from behind. But as soon as it got wet enough, he stuck a finger in there, pulled it out, and started playing with my ass. He got the rim good and wet, then stuck his finger tip in slowly. I gasped; I'd never been penetrated in two holes at once. He eased his finger in, stopping if I gasped at the pain; it did hurt a little but the good feelings outweighed the bad. I gave in, closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt him pull his cock and his finger out, and then before I knew what was happening he pulled out a bottle of lube and easing his slick tip into my ass. I felt a sting of pain as his big cock stretched me out; then a tingling as it eased into the most amazing feeling. He carefully pushed in, still holding me forward firmly but guiding himself in slowly. I felt incredible; I'd never been filled like this before, and it made me feel like I was born to bottom a guy like him. I'd never felt more whole. He took his hand off my upper back where he was pushing me forward and put his hand on my hip. Slowly, he started working himself in and out a little bit at a time. He started inching the hand that was on my hip down to fuck my pussy as he fucked my ass. As soon as he slipped his fingers inside me, the palm of his hand resting on my clit, I let out a loud moan. I didn't care who heard; I was beyond that. He started fucking me harder, filling me with his stiff cock and his slick fingers and playing with me til I couldn't control myself any longer. He gagged me with his other forearm, shoving it against my mouth to keep me from screaming out, even as he fucked me harder. I couldn't move; I was being held up by his whole body, keeping me from collapsing on the ground. He kept fucking me faster and faster until finally he came again, filling me up with his cum; I came too, moaning into his muscular forearm and squirming against his body and all the stimulation he was giving me. I was his boy toy, I was his bottom, I was born to be fucked like this. Jake pulled out, we cleaned ourselves up, and headed back to our seats. We looked at each other, smug in how we knew we could make each other feel. "Thanks Jake, that was... fucking mind-blowing." "Hey, it was the least I could do for that drink." I laughed. "And thanks yourself Ray, for being such a good sport." "Hey, now I know what kind of queer I am." Jake smiled, and as we began our descent he threw the blanket over our legs and started working his fingers down my shorts again, hungry for more of my throbbing clit and pussy against his fingers...