The Mile-High Club

After the flight crew delivers dinner, you are actually impressed by the meal: chicken with a nice medium-hot thai peanut sauce, decent rice pilaf, veggies, fruit, and cheese cake with raspberry sauce for dessert, all served with a reasonable white wine in a real wine glass. They even refill your glass.

About ten minutes after you finish the meal along with your second glass of wine, while reading your book, a crumpled napkin bounces off your book out of nowhere, landing in your lap. You look up to see Lauren's back retreating down the aisle toward the bathrooms. As you pick up the napkin, you look around and see that no one has noticed. Unfolding the paper, you see that Lauren has written you a note that says, "Meet me in the lefthand restroom in five minutes." The note is signed with just an L and a heart.

Your cock is at full attention as the possibility of joining the Mile High Club dances in your naughty thoughts. You look at your watch and wait four minutes before standing and heading forward. You try to make sure the bulge in your pants is not too obvious. You arrive at the lefthand restroom and find it unlocked. Turning the handle gently, you quickly open the door and step inside. Lauren is waiting for you, a lusty look in her eyes and only the bikini for clothing. Her suit is hanging from one of the recessed hooks in the cramped quarters.

“I like a man who is prompt,” she says, as she closes in for a kiss. Her lips immediately part, and her tongue is poised to play with yours. You kiss her back passionately, your tongue merging with hers to explore your mouths. Your hands stroke Lauren’s hair and the skin of her back; her hands hold your head firmly. The touch of her tongue in your mouth is very arousing, and your cock is soon straining against your pants and rubbing her belly through the cloth. Her hands leave your head and caress your shoulders and rub across your chest. She finds your hard nipples through your shirt and teases them with her fingernails. You moan into her mouth, the sound muffled and vibrating.

You move your hands to her breasts, squeezing them gently. Your thumbs rub hard against her stiffened nipples, and she breaks the kiss to gasp. “Oh, my god. You’ve got me so wet!” she exclaims. Your hand travels down her flat belly and crosses her bikini bottom at her crotch. You can feel her dampness through the swimsuit. Her body quivers at your touch. She reaches around and pulls on the string ties holding the bikini bottoms to her body; she extracts the small patch of blue and yellow material from between her legs. She hangs the bottom with her other clothes while her other hand tries to unbutton your pants. You assist her and open your pants, pushing them and your boxers to your knees. You move your hands over to her legs and caress up until you arrive at her hot pussy. You run your fingers through her wet slit, covering them in her juices. Another shudder envelops Lauren’s body.

“Put that thing inside me. I want to feel your cock in my pussy,” she purrs lustily as she turns around in the tight quarters. She puts her hands on the wall and bends over, thrusting her backside toward you. Your cock is pointing right at the crux of her legs and ass. Lauren spreads her legs as far apart as she can get them in the small space; one of her hands toys with her nipple. “Fuck me like an animal,” she encourages, untamed passion filling her voice.

You move in close behind her, spreading her cheeks to reveal her glistening cunt lips and tight rosebud. You push your hips forward, putting your penis between her legs; the head nudges her moist entrance. Lauren pushes her hips back, and you slide partway into her pussy, snug and slippery. You adjust your position and grab her by the waist. “Here I go,” you warn.