Fun While Flying!!
s a frequent jetsetter, I have for long fantasised about
this exclusive club, which in reality probably has few authentic members who
have genuinely screwed their way through the stratosphere. How can you manage
to have-it-away on board a crowded airliner? Well recently I succeeded - and
how! This amazing experience happened on the top deck of a BA 747 heading out
of New York for Heathrow, with a beautiful girl I had never met before.
I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before flying
out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to have got through
the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class seat. The top deck of the 747
has a small cabin which some airlines use for first class passengers, but
many including BA, use for Business Class; there are only 20 or 30 seats, which
gives you the feeling of being in a small, but spacious airliner. The top deck
is reached via a spiral staircase and you travel cut off from the masses
on the main deck below. This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate
that through the lottery of seat allocations, Karen, as she turned out to
be named, took up the aisle seat corresponding to my window seat and nobody else
got seated either between us or in the row on the other side of the aisle.
Karen was petite and blonde, about 25 I guessed, (rightlyas it turned out),
and clearly well formed in all the important places. Shehad remarkably light
blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business, asshe had a small patent
leather brief case and when she took her coat off she wassmartly dressed in a
grey skirt and white blouse - which showed her firm, well-shapedfigure to good
effect. I found out later that she was Swedish, a juniorsalesperson for an
internationally known cosmetics company, who at shortnotice had been given a
lucky break to substitute for her boss on a business tripto the USA. Her smart
but plain business-woman's dress looked sexy on her. Herfirm breasts thrust
out firmly through her white silk blouse as she arched herback to remove her
coat and hand it to the stewardess. Black lacy stockingsshowed her well
shaped legs to advantage. But she also radiated somethingsensual which
aroused the first slight stirrings in my crotch. I realisedI was feeling quite
horney and in the mood for conquest, but not in my wildestdreams did I guess
what delights were to follow!
Karen looked nervous and fidgeted when she sat down; shevery readily started
chatting. I needn't bore you with the contents of our chat,except that I soon
persuaded her to move next to me from her aisle seat, so wecould talk easier.
She was obviously a bit scared of flying. It transpiredthis was only her
second long distance flight. Soon after take-off we hitsome unusually bumpy
weather; the seat belt signs came on and Karen wrung herhands and looked
scared. Naturally I put my arm around her shoulders to comforther and she
leant her soft, perfumed blond hair against my shoulderand visibly relaxed.
The 747 flew out of the turbulence but I was glad to find sheshowed no sign of
wanting me to take my arm away. The meal on a tray came andwent and I felt
really strong stirrings in my pants when she snuggled backagainst me, until
recently a complete stranger. The stewardess broughtthe drinks trolley and I
persuaded Karen to have a double gin with a bit of tonic whichvisibly relaxed
her some more.
I slipped my hand down slightly from her hair to stroke herneck and her ear
lobes. She snuggled closer and reminded me of a purringcat. British Airways,
ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights andto start the in
flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with whereI moved my hands,
aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffedas, after all, I
was fondling a girl who until a few minutes earlier had beena total stranger -
this was too good to be true! But I could not help noticingsigns that my
efforts were stirring up her hormones; her face lookedflushed, her eyes were
soft and her pupils large. My left hand closed over her leftbreast. She made
no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my handinto a position where
I could massage the slight mound of her nipple strainingthrough the material
of her blouse and bra. By now, I felt rampant; my trousersbulged as if they
would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy ourwildly growing
passions.
She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absentminded kind of
way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seatwas getting in our
way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took theopportunity to slide
my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand underher thigh. The
hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke hersilk clad thighs. I
was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tightsas I reached warm,
smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbonof her suspender
strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers,so, pulling her
closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly strokedher thigh with
my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighedand parted her
legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inchesof warm scented
upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently againstthe thin silky material
of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound.
My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and
I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum
when I realised she was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting
for me as much as I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between
her legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp
material covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed
and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris.
I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately;
it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy
without having kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster
as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing
cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers;
and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and
incredibly inviting slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole,
and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips
gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly,
eyes closed, and her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately.
But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in
an airplane full of people but quite another to remove the garments necessary
to couple us in the way we were were both obviously craving for and to release
our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our
enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind
us to and from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping
without the risk of creating a sensation on board. I had visions of us being
arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my
cock out and force it past the tight gusset of her tight panties? But what position
could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering
urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm, slippery slit.
But trivial problems like knicker elastic, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts
and unyielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.
Karen, as always, was way ahead of me. She gave my cock a gentlesqueeze which
nearly fired it of, and got up without a word and strolledseemingly casually
towards the loo at the front of the cabin. I contemplatedfollowing her into
it, having heard stories of people having it away in railwaycarriage loos.
But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills,apart from being
not exactly comfortable or aesthetic! Also, there wasno doubt that the
passengers watching the movie would have noticed me followinga lady into the
lav, which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screenfor the inflight
movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of bangingaway in that
confined space and of re-emerging afterwards was too daunting,even in my
highly charged state!
Karen re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usualwhen women use a loo,
looking inscrutable. She grabbed a couple of BA blankets,snuggled back
against me and it was a matter of moments to cover ourselveswith the blanket.
In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe fromprying eyes. My
hand went back to where it had been, to find just warm fleshand no knickers. I
reinserted my fingers into her warm and inviting slit. Her hand was undoing my
zip, under the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to helpher. In a flash
(so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my anklesand she was holding my
throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car - it nearlymade me change
gear - into overdrive!
I soon discovered she had also removed her bra; her nipplesstrained against
the thin material of her blouse. I undid her blouse to exposeher breasts
under the blanket. I was then able to lay across her and greedilysuck the
entire aureola of her left breast into my mouth, with myhead under the blanket
in delicately scented warm darkness. I tickled the nipplewith the end of my
tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by my ladyfriends, and Karen
was no exception! She cradled my head with one hand likea baby held to her
breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock fromits tip along its
underside to my balls. She was clearly an accomplishedlover. I moved my head
to her lap and attempted to lick her clitoris, but this wasalmost impossible
in an aircraft seat, even though she parted her legs as widelyas the limited
space would let her. I remember the overwhelming scentof excited woman mixed
with the fragrance of her perfume, but could only nuzzleher fur and kiss the
smooth inside skin of her thighs.
Karen unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still underthe blankets.
"Please.." she moaned - "please.." - I felt the same way. She turned to face
away from me, and firmly pressed her shapely bum againstmy left thigh. Making
sure the blanket was covering us well, I twisted arounduntil my throbbing
tool was pressed up against the valley between her thighs;it was a similar
position as if she was sitting on my lap. I could probe hersex with mine.
She arched her back and raised her right thigh and firmlyholding the end of my
pulsing penis, she guided it into the mouth of her soft hole. I pushed hard so
my cock slid smoothly into her firm warm tunnel. I cuppedboth her breasts
with my hands and pulled her hard against me to penetrateas deep as possible.
She sighed and shuddered and her hips moved gently and rhythmically. The need
to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention wasnot forgotten, despite
our extreme passion. This need forced us to perform usinghard pressure and
firm small movements; she thrust hard against my equaland opposite series of
nudges. My instincts desperately wanted me to pump everylast drop of my spunk
into her as quickly and violently as possible, but my intellectmade me want to
prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowlyand quietly, so as not
to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruciatingpleasure
without climaxing. Curiously I have always found thatthe longer and steamier
the foreplay the better I can hold on until the crucial momentof a mutual
climax. I was able to relax and savour the exquisite pleasureof being coupled
with my beautiful fellow traveller.
I forced my left hand between her waist and the seat untilmy left forefinger
could just reach past her bush to the hot spot at the top ofher slit which I
correctly guessed would fire her climax. We were now lockedtogether and so
overcome with desperate excitement that at that momentneither of us would have
cared if all the passengers and crew were watching, althoughwe kept straining
against each other and moving slowly with great force toavoid attracting
unwelcome attention. I could feel her muscles pullingand rippling at my
straining hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into her withas much force as I
could manage. She had superb muscular coordination andwas able to achieve
what few women I have coupled with can do, to give a feelingof sucking me into
her with muscular ripples of her vaginal walls.
I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep,deep wild spasms
pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juiceas deep into her as I
could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I ruffled her clitoris. She
shuddered and bucked and her internal muscles rippledalong me forcing out the
last small jerks of spunk. We subsided against each otherquite breathless and
trying not to pant loud enough to attract attention. Ourfuck had only taken
ten minutes; I glanced nervously over my shoulder and sawa stewardess's head
rapidly disappear behind the galley curtain. Had she realisedwhat we were up
to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-strucklook she gave
us later, I suspected she had guessed! I wondered how oftenthe back seat of
this cabin was consummated by new members of the "Six MileHigh" club and
whether aircrew ever join this club for fun (consideringthey have many more
opportunities than even us frequent business travellers). So thinking, I dozed
off still clutching Karen tight in my arms, my deflatingcock lying stickily
against her leg.
We woke up knickerless and trouseless still under our blanket. The movie had
finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a fewminutes to arouse
each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon had pumpedyet another
generous load of cum into her willing and inviting slit. Not being satisfied
with basic membership of the "Six Mile high Club" we hadeven found time for a
second helping.
The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual juices: we blotted
ourselves with tissues from Karen's bag. She wriggledback into her skirt, I
wriggled back into my clothes, while she went to the looto tidy herself up.
She re-emerged looking immaculate (and stunning). Breakfastwas served, and
there was little to say after this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft
landed, and we went our separate ways - she had a connectingflight to catch to
Sweden. A peck on the cheek and a coy smile as we parted; "tillnext time!" I
went through immigration and customs in a post-coitaldaze. Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whetherwe would ever
achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangerscoming together in
such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such animpossible place?
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