A number of years ago, I was dating a woman that was quite adventurous when it came to sex. I knew of a charter company out of Cincinnati, OH that specialized in helping people join the Mile High Club. The pilot had a curtain that separated him from us. He said that he’d let us know when it was safe for us to unbuckle and get to it.
I told my girlfriend to not wear panties or a bra. I didn’t want to have any obstacles. I pulled my cock out as we were taxing to the runway. She began to blow me until we were aloft.
The pilot let us know that we were safe to move about. Our clothes were off in a flash. I love to eat pussy, so I was on my knees in front of her. I pulled her hips forward and started to lick and suck her clit. She threw her legs over my shoulders and I reached up with both hands to grab her tits.
She had an orgasm rather quickly. She said it was a mix of what I was doing and the excitement of being on a plane.
We grabbed the pillows and piled them up so I could take her from behind. I grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I thrust forward. We had the plane for 90 minutes and I wanted to use every single one of them. So, I held back as best I could.
Soon we changed position so she was riding me. Her hips were rocking as the small plane bounced in the air. He tits swayed with the motion. She leaned forward so that I could suck on her nipples. I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and then felt her pussy gush down my shaft.
I had her lay back and I took her missionary style. I threw her legs up on my shoulder and pounded her. Her tits bouncing with every thrust. I finally came inside her as the pilot was letting us know that he’s beginning to land. We dressed and buckled up.
They gave us a box of chocolate covered strawberries, a small bottle of champagne, and a certificate declaring that we joined the Mile High Club. |