Mile High Club

As the plane shoots off down the runway, gathering the full strength of its engines under it before lifting off and beginning the climb to 37000 feet, I lift the armrest between us and snuggle in under your arm with a soft smile and a sigh. We've been planning this for months and now we were finally underway.

As planned we have the last two seats on the port side of the plane, across from the lavatory. A second lavatory is in the front of the plane, and the flight is less than half full, guaranteeing little traffic to the back of the aircraft. When we boarded, you spoke with the flight attendant, explaining that I hadn't been feeling well and planned to rest through the flight; that we would ring for service if we should need anything... and to leave us alone otherwise. The command in your deep voice was unmistakable and the attendant seemed taken aback, waving both hands in front of him and saying, "hey, buddy - whatever you say..."

I unfold one of the two blankets we had procured from the compliant attendant. Settling it down over both our laps, I lean back into your arms, face up, and offer my moistened lips to yours. Without hesitation you incline your head and capture my full lips with your own, kneading them gently between your teeth, running your tongue around and around them until your tongue slides into my slightly opened mouth and begins stroking my own in long, slow, sensuous licks.

My hand slips up to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer to me as your strong arms fold me up and deeper into your smoldering kiss. Soon we were all but devouring each other's mouths, heads twisting and turning to find new angles, mouths dropping wide to pant at intervals.

Your free hand slips comfortably inside the wraparound top of my clingy lycra dress and you gasp to discover I have gone braless today... something I never do in public. My nipples are rigidly peaked from our kissing alone, and you tease one with your warm fingertips, circling, brushing over, gently flicking... Then a quick cruel little pinch that draws a gasp of both pain and pleasure from my lips. "Oooooohhhh, I know how much you like that my naughty naughty little girl..." You whisper raspily into my ear, and I can only gasp and nod as your wicked fingers slide over and tweak the other.

Since no one can see us and you've got the flight attendant scared of you, you slide the wrap panels of my bodice aside and lift my breasts out of the fabric, exposing them entirely. I begin trying to cover myself again but you trap my hands in yours and tell me this is how you like me... nobody is going to see.

It feels decadently naughty to be essentially topless on a plane as it climbs ever higher into the clouds... the cool jets of the overhead air nozzles crinkling my nipples into compact little buds. Maneuvering my torso more fully onto your lap, you raise my breasts to your mouth and ever-so-slowly take the nearest nipple into your warm mouth.

The slow, warm wetness engulfing as much of my breast as your mouth can take is an incredibly erotic contrast to the cool jet of air blowing on my other nipple. I thread my fingers through your hair, locking them into place as I arch up further toward your questing mouth. Your soft, slow, rhythmic suckling gradually increases in pace and intensity until I felt the occasional scrape of teeth across my sensitized bud, causing me to inhale sharply and make little mewling sounds of pleasure. Finally you release my tormented nipple with a hard suck, drawing my nipple as far from the breast as possible before releasing it with a small, wet popping sound. Your deep, lustful gaze meets my own, watching me watching you as you lean down to my neglected nipple to give it the same attentions. I watch, transfixed, as your long tongue snakes out to press flatly against my pebbled flesh. The moist heat alone draws a gasp from me, and I drop my head back once more, surrendering to your wicked whims.

Between my shoulder blades I can feel your thickening hardness as it twitches and bobs in the prison of your jeans. Soon enough, I think, your cock will get a day pass under my direct supervision.

As you feverishly work my breast with your hot, wet mouth, I feel your hand slide firmly down my thigh over the long skirt of my dress. Unable to reach the hem, your fingers work at the fabric, gathering and bunching until at last my knee is exposed. Your warm hand slips under the skirt and flattens against the firm smoothness of my thigh, rubbing up and down the silky flesh, dipping in between, ever higher, until your thumb is occasionally brushing against the V between my legs and it becomes obvious to you that I'm not wearing panties either.

You groan your enthusiastic approval and suck harder, popping my second tormented nipple out of your mouth and exposing it once again to the cool jets of air from above. They've been tight for so long now that they ache sweetly.

Keeping your gaze locked on mine, you slide your hand again between my thighs, this time grasping one and pulling it apart from the other. I raise my head and look down the length of my body, lying across the seats with my feet in the aisle... surely giving away what is going on back here. I look back at you, still staring at me, and giggle a bit as your half-smile broadens into that wicked grin I so love. I arrange the blanket over my lower half, leaving my breasts exposed, and tell you huskily, "I need you, Baby."

You need no further encouragement. Deftly your fingers find my dripping wet slit, swirling your fingers in my moisture and spreading it all around my pulsating cunt. My breathing becomes rapid little quietly forced exhales - haah! haah! haah! - under the attentions of your talented fingers. Dipping your index finger into me more deeply, you withdraw it slowly, gleaming with my juices, to your sensual mouth... lazily savoring my flavor. The gesture is so erotic that I feel another gush of wetness flood my pussy. Placing your finger to my lips, you paint my essence all over them, then slip your hand back under the blanket as you lean in to taste me from my own lips.

"God you taste good, baby... Can you taste it too? Mmmmm..." as two fingers circle my clit tenderly then dive easily into my slick tight hole, causing my hips to buck hard against the heel of your hand as I try wildly to grind you deeper into me.

I moan, embarassingly loud, and I'm thankful for the amount of engine noise that always accompanies a commercial flight. My hips are pumping up to meet your every deep thrust into me as your magic fingers search for and easily find that elusive spot deep inside me. I feel you rub over it one, two, and oh god three times before I arch my back into your poor straining cock and explode into a wracking orgasm as you plunge now three fingers into me up to the hilt, pushing deeper, harder. I writhe on your hand as your thumb finds my clit and elicits a couple of orgasmic aftershocks. "Fuck, baby, FUCK!!!" I manage in a barely-constrained throaty whisper, "Oh god baby don't stop, don't you DARE stop... more baby more... mmmmm, yeah like that... ooooh I'm cumming for you, just for you baby... you're so damn good to me... ah, ah, aaaaaahhhhh.... AAAHHH!!!"

This last as you reach around and pinch my nipples, one then the other, hard with a twisting motion, wringing the last drop of my orgasm from me.

"Mmmmmmmm.... Mmmmm... " I murmur as the afterglow starts to settle in. "God baby, you know how to play me... just like a violin..."

"Hey, what are you doing?"

You shift me a little and lean over sideways toward my hips. I watch as your head disappears under the blanket and feel your mouth clamp over my still-dripping pussy, as you begin to lick me clean, sucking deeply at my core at intervals as you groan with pleasure. I add my groans to yours... it feels so damn good.

While you are occupied under the blanket, I twist into your side, fumbling at your belt buckle, then the button and zipper on your jeans. The purplish head of your engorged cock peeks saucily out of the top of your waistband, and I lean over and give you a long, slow lick, probing my tongue gently into the slit there, gathering your slippery, salty precum on my tongue to savor and swallow. My fingers are working feverishly now to free you from this claustrophobic denim prison... With a final protest of the straining zipper and a little yank of the underwear, you stands free and proud before me - like an army general commanding my obedience.

I grab your straining erection firmly with one hand, guiding you into my salivating mouth and taking you deeply to the back of my throat. You twitch violently, involuntarily as if trying to escape... but I have you where I want you. Slowly I apply suction while pulling you nearly out then engulfing you wholly, over and over until I feel the vibrations of your moan against my still-aroused pussy. I shudder and give an answering moan while I take you as deeply into my hot, tight throat as possible. You gasp and sit up straight, grabbing my hair and controlling my pace so as not to force your orgasm too soon. Pushing in, pulling out of my eager mouth... fucking my face shamelessly. I moan again, loving to be under your control. I feel your cock stiffen and engorge further, and you pull me away with a groan. "Baby I don't want to cum now - we're not a mile high yet!!".

The "Fasten Seatbelts" sign turns off and the captain announces that we have reached our cruising altitude of 37,000 feet, and are free to move about the cabin. A few folks start to make their way back to the lavatory, and I sit up and put my breasts back in my dress. My puffy reddened lips, mussed hair, and general "just been fucked" look must be a dead giveaway. Passers-by eye us with barely concealed reactions: amusement, offense, and even envy. We put on our best "who, me?" faces, but all the while your hand remains under the blanket, caressing my bare buttocks and dipping in between them to tease my asshole. I elbow you in the ribs for your impatience, and you just chuckle darkly in my ear.

Finally the siege on the rear lavatory ends, and we are alone once again. The dutiful flight attendant begins to make his way back to check on us, but you stop the poor man in his tracks with a withering stare. He beats a hasty retreat.

As you release my heavy breasts once again from the confines of my dress, I slip your jeans and underwear down around your ankles. Just then the captain announces that we may be in for some turbulence, and that the "fasten seatbelts" sign will remain on until further notice. Perfect! No more lavatory visitors!!

"Mmmmmm.... you ready Baby?" you breathe into my ear, causing my whole body to shiver, my nipples gathering into tight peaks. You reach over and twist them firmly. "Oh I think you are... just look at you..."

My eyes half-lidded, I gaze pleadingly at you as I capture my full lower lip between my teeth, nodding.

"Come here, Baby Girl... let's join this Mile High Club all the cool kids are talking about!!!"

You drop to your knees on the floor, grabbing my full hips and maneuvering me around so that one leg is up on the seat, the other on the floor next to yours, opening myself to you to take me from behind. You flip my skirt up, exposing my ass and smooth-shaven pussy to your view. You run a caressing hand over my buttocks appreciatively. "God, woman, I'll never get tired of seeing you like this..." Your words trigger a new flood of moisture and soon my thighs are wet as well.

Parting my cheeks with both hands, you run the head of your cock through my wetness, up and down the length of my slit and over my asshole - pushing a little there and making me moan in anticipation. You tell me, "Baby, I don't know whether to just stare at your gorgeous pussy or fuck it!"

"Oh Baby... Fuck it!!! Please please fuck it NOW... I can't wait anymore!" I press back against your teasing cock every time it gets near a hole, any hole, hoping to capture you and ram you deep within me.

I feel your warm stomach and chest press into my back as you lean into my ear and whisper wickedly, "tell me how you want it Baby... and tell me how much you want it."

Throwing my head back I moan desperately into your ear, "Baby I want your big gorgeous cock in me soooooo bad... I want you deep inside me, every inch of you, fucking me hard and deep and relentless, until I cum all over your big gorgeous cock... and then I want you to drive it up into my tight ass , all the way, and fuck my ass until you fill it with hot cum... Come on Baby... do it to me, NOW!"

With an animal growl you lock one arm tight around my waist to hold me still, using your other hand to guide your pulsing cock to my dripping pussy. In one swift motion you are buried as deep as you can go, and I cry out in pleasure. You look around - no eyes are on us, except that the pesky flight attendant seems to be watching us out of the corner of his eye. Let him.

Firmly and deliberately, you begin to fuck my pussy: stroking deeply in, then almost all the way out, reaching around to circle my clit with my own slippery wetness. My dangling breasts sway with the rhythm of our bodies and I'm whimpering softly with each delicious thrust. You're hitting that magic spot deep inside me again, because I can feel my orgasm building rapidly. "God... Baby... don't... stop... Don't you DARE stop... That's it... right THERE!!! Mmmm, yes... YES... Keep stroking my clit baby... I'm gonna... I'm gonna... cum... for you... sooooo hard..." Ever placing my pleasure before your own, you do exactly as you're told, and within a few strokes I'm cumming.

You know you've taken me there by the way I start pushing back wildly against your thrusts, faster and faster, encouraging you to up the pace. I begin to moan, a long, continuous low sound, and you whisper in my ear, "cum for me baby, all over me... That's it my girl, fuck me back while I'm fucking you..." At the same time, reaching around to pull hard on one then the other dangling nipples. I cry out, louder than I meant to, and flood your cock with my creamy wet orgasm. I feel you start to swell within me, and your breath is coming in jagged gasps. With a fierce groan you heave yourself out of me and collapse against my back. I cry out in dismay at the sudden emptiness, but you reassure me, "I'm not done with you Baby - I'm just saving my cum for your beautiful ass."

You begin to stroke the swollen head of your cock through the slippery wetness of my orgasm and I whimper desperately once more. "What is it Baby?" You tease me. "Do you want this... Hmmmm?"

"Yessss..." I exhale, wriggling my bottom against your hardness. "Fill up my ass with your cock! I want you in me now!!!"

I feel the large mushroom head begin to push insistently at my opening, and I try to relax and let you in. You are so big, but finally you break through with a little pop, and a cry of pain from me, which morphs quickly into a groan of pleasure. Slick from my wetness, you slip easily in to the hilt, and I feel the warmth of balls pressing against my pussy. You pull me against your chest with both arms, tight, growling in pleasure.

"Fuck... Baby... you're so damn tight!!! I'm not gonna last very long..." I feel you spasm within me and the pleasure shoots through my core.

"That's okay Baby, just fuck my ass - please - fuck it good and hard and fill it with your hot cum... That's all I want baby..."

Without another word, you are sliding in and out of my ass in a steadily increasing pace. Each withdrawal almost all the way out is sweet torture. I reach down between my legs and plunge 2 fingers into my sopping pussy, trying to match your rhythm. My fingers feel you moving in my ass: its so erotic.

Your breathing is erratic and your strokes becoming shorter, deeper, and more fenzied. I feel you swelling impossibly large in my tight, tight hole, and your balls are slapping my pussy with every stroke you bury inside me. You grab my hair, wrenching my head around to look at you. The look on your face is animal, teeth gritted, nostrils flared, as you are watching yourself pump in and out of me. You glance at my face, a mask of pure ecstasy, and a growl tears from your throat. Gripping my hip you pound me hard a few more strokes - one, two, three - then with a long groan you grind deep into me as I feel your cock swell impossibly, then pulse, then the erotic sensation of your hot cum jetting into me. The feeling triggers my own orgasm, and I begin to clamp down hard on your sensitive cock, crying out softly, "ah, ah, ah, ah!!" with each punishing stroke.

Collapsing onto the seat, you on my back, we just breathe and sweat and smile at each other. What a mess we've made! You give me a hand towel from our carryon.

"Welcome to the club, baby," you whisper in my ear,