The Mile-High Club

Robert had always been afraid of flying...until he met a sexy lady who thought that having in-flight sex was a fantastic diversion!

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“I hate flying,” she suddenly admitted, gripping the armrests with white fingers. “I never have gotten used to it.”

Somehow that made it okay, and I managed a laugh. “Neither have I!” I confessed with a wry grin.

“Fellow comrades in terror,” she quipped, swallowing as the plane angled into a mid-air turn. “We’ll just have to keep each other preoccupied, so we don’t notice what’s happening outside.”

The sudden sly look in her gleaming blue eyes could only mean one thing. Suddenly I was glad to be in the very back of the plane. “What did you have in mind?” I asked, sure that I was wrong and she was about to propose something mundane like word games.

She hesitated, ran her tongue across her bottom lip, then blurted, “I like doing it when there’s a chance of being caught.”

Instant hard-on!

Now I’ve heard about the infamous Mile-High Club...there’s only one entry requirement, and that’s to fuck your eyes out in a soaring airplane. But I never thought I’d get a chance to join! And certainly not with such a sexy lady!

But I had to make sure I’d understood her correctly. Because if I’d guessed wrong...

“Do it? You mean, have sex?”

Her long curls bounced vigorously as she nodded. “Haven’t you ever wondered if you could get away with it?” she whispered, leaning closer. “I mean, what if someone saw! Think how scandalized they’d all be!”

I could imagine it, all too clearly. But even more, I could imagine just what it would be like to indulge this tantalizing fantasy, which I’d also had many times over the years.

I thought it over for a minute or two. “We’d have to wait until they dim the lights, and start showing the in-flight movie,” I finally decided. “Think you can wait that long?”

The sudden intense look she through at me was sizzling. “I can wait if you can,” she nodded. “But not a minute longer! God, I’m horny!”