The Mile High Club

When I was 29 in 1971, I flew from Los Angeles, to the east coast many times. I liked to fly the red eye, all night flights. I could spend more time with my son before I had to leave on business. I usually had no trouble sleeping.
On one particular flight, I had a gentleman that looked like he was in his 40s. A good looking man with a wedding ring. Perfect. I found over the years that married men usually didn’t pursue me after we’ve screwed. I had plans for this guy.
The man had the window seat, I had the aisle, with no one between us. I was wearing a pretty blouse that hugged my figure. I had taken my bra off in the terminal before take off for comfort. I had a skirt that had a slit on the right side. It was just high enough to barely cover my thigh highs when I was standing, but not seated.
I was teasing the hell out of the poor guy. I put a blanket over my legs, but not so it covered my right thigh, nylons, and high heels. He couldn’t take his eyes off my legs. The stewardess couldn’t see my thigh, but he could.
I asked if he was going to the east coast on business or pleasure. He replied he was on business, in a thick French accent. Ahhh, qui! So I lifted the armrests and slid over next to him, making sure my skirt went way up, exposing my pussy before I covered the top of my thighs again. He could see all the way to my ass.
We started talking about our businesses, just pleasant chit chat. Meanwhile, I started pressing and moving my nylon covered leg alongside his. His left hand slid under the blanket and squeezed my thigh. I put my head on his shoulder. He read my intentions right and started moving up toward my pussy.
I covered our laps with the blanket and put my hand on his crotch. He already had a nice bulge starting. I told him to loosen his belt. He did and I pulled his zipper down and pulled the top of his underwear down below his cock. It was a thing of beauty, uncut, and just begging for my lips.
I scooted my ass to the left toward the aisle, covered my butt with one blanket, and he covered my head with another as my head went down and took his cock deep into my mouth. He moaned softly.
I was wondering how I was going to get him into my pussy when he grabbed my head, and held it tightly. I heard him tell the stewardess that he was fine, and that I was asleep. My eyes were watering. He had me all the way down on his cock and I couldn’t breath. Thank God I don’t have a gag reflex, or we would have had a big mess. Finally, he let go of my head and I sat up, trying to catch my breath.
We looked at each other and started to laugh. I wiped the drool off of my lips, and my runny nose, while sliding my ass right up against him, my head by the aisle. I realized that my ass was better positioned than my pussy. I reached behind me and spread my cheeks. He moistened his fingers, put spit on his cock, and then me, and then I was treated to a French cock sliding up my ass. What an incredible feeling.
Good thing it was dark, but it wasn’t dark enough to hide us totally. I looked across the aisle as I was getting drilled and saw the man across from me smiling, a blanket on his lap, with something moving underneath. I figured it wasn’t a puppy, so I smiled at him. He smiled back, lifted the blanket and showed me his very nice cock. I winked at him, and he hid it under the blanket.
My lover grabbed my breast as he plunged deep into my ass. I was really enjoying myself and all the excitement of joining the Mile High Club. My guy was really pumping me now. I was afraid everyone would hear him, but then thought, “Who cares?” It didn’t take long for my Frenchman to lurch into my ass and cum hard.
I guess being uncomfortable on the seat kept me from cumming myself. I sat up and thought I better clean up. As I stood, my skirt stayed high and my neighbor across the aisle got to see all I had as I lowered the skirt and turned toward the back. As I reached the lavatories, the man from across the aisle tapped me on the shoulder. I spun around and he asked, “Would you like to cum?” I guess he noticed that I hadn’t. In answer, I took his hand and led him into the little lav.
I looked around, trying to figure a way to do it in such a cramped place, then said to him, “Take your pants down and sit on the seat.” He did, and I lifted my skirt, turned away from him and sat on his now fully erect cock, sending him deep into my pussy. Oh my he felt good. My pussy was buzzing from the Frenchman fucking my ass. I bounced and bounced up and down on that wonderful shaft. My new lover was holding onto his climax for me, his hands squeezing both of my breasts tightly. When he pinched my nipples hard I had my own takeoff. His blast off quickly followed, driving his cum deep inside of me. I had my hand on my mouth to keep from crying out.
I sat on him, trying to slow my breathing. He was in no hurry to get up or let go of my tits. When he finally got small enough to fall out of me, I stood up. He got up also and kissed me, pulled up his pants, and left.
I cleaned myself up a bit and opened the door. There stood the stewardess, her arms folded, looking at me with a slight smile. I said, “Those lavs sure are small, aren’t they?” She replied, “Depends on what you’re doing in there.” “I imagine that’s true, I said” She then said, “Would you like to see what we girls sometimes do on long flights?” as she opened the lav door. “That would be nice,” I sputtered. She pushed me inside and closed the door. She said, very quickly, “Pull your skirt up high, sit on the toilet lid, and spread your legs.” I hurriedly did as she said.
I looked at her. She was maybe in her early forties, long blond hair tied up tight in a bun, green eyes, and a killer body. She took off her apron, laid it on the floor and knelt down on it. I was very glad this was a big airplane. The lavs are still small, but not like those little jets. I slid my butt to the end of the seat, lifted my legs over her on the door, and spread my nylon encased legs as much as I could. She dove in.
After the two guys, this is what I needed. I guess the flight attendants, as they like to be called now, had a pretty good time, at least if this beauty was on their flight. She knew how to eat pussy! I tried to make it last, but she really had great technique. I took off to the moon, trying hard to be quiet. Oh, Jesus, that felt good.
I said, “Your turn,” and we switched places. She pulled her legs in tight, holding her ankles next to her ass. This gave me great access to her heavenly bush. Her pussy had a musky smell and taste, not at all unpleasant, from having worked for hours. I dove in and tried hard to give as good as I got. She became incredibly wet.
I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had been fucked in the ass, fucked in my pussy, eaten until I saw God, and now making a beautiful woman squeal in ecstasy. When she was finally breathing somewhat normally we stood up and kissed. I thanked her, she thanked me, and I went out and back to my seat. My French lover smiled at me as I got into my seat, sliding next to him. I looked at my other lover across the aisle and smiled. He smiled back. I looked back at my Frenchman, took his hand and put his fingers in my pussy. He lifted them to his face, smelled his fingers, then cleaned his fingers with his mouth. I looked at the guy across the aisle. He just shook his head as my pretty flight attendant came over and gave me a glass of champagne, and a smile. I sat back and thought, “I wonder how I can fuck the pilot?” but that’s another story.