My beautiful boyfriend and I had been discussing the Mile High Club for some time. At first, it was always in a totally joking way, like, “we’re never going to actually do that.”

Well, I had been planning a weekend visit to my cousins for some time. Initially, I was going to go by myself, but about a month or so before my trip my boyfriend sort of suggested that he might like to go too. Since my cousins really like him, I said great. A few days before we left, he started dropping cute little hints about making it a “fun trip.” Little did I know just how fun he wanted to make it! On the flight down to Sacramento we started talking more seriously about doing it “up there” and the idea really began to get to me. As we
talked more and more, we began to engage in some pretty intense kissing and fondling. But, alas, our formal intiation into “the Club” would haveto wait!
The one thing about the Sea-Tac–Sacramento flight is that its only about 1:40 min. or so. I had just gotten my hand well into my guy’s pants when the captain’s deep voice came on to announce the beginning of the plane’s descent. What a mood breaker! Immediately, we were back to reality, putting our seat backs to their full upright position, trying to find my shoes, and generally untangling ourselves from each other under the blanket.
After a visit with my cousins (which I don’t really remember much of!) it was time for the… return flight. As soon as my aunt dropped us off, I began to get a case of the butterflies, as my sense of anticipation
and excitement grew.
The flight took off a little before 7pm, with the plane not being super-crowded. We were not real close to either of the micro-lavs, however. Once the plane levelled off, I kissed my lover and told him I was heading for the bathroom at the back of the plane. Had to wait an eternity for a kid to clear out before I could get in there. Upon entering, I couldn’t believe how small it was! Oh,well, no turning back now! I dropped my jeans and panties and waited for my guy…
After what seemed an eternity, my boyfriend knocked on the door and I let him in. We sort of looked at each and laughed! Now, I am not real tall and my boytoy is about 6′ so we had to figure out how to do this! To
make a long story short, I ended up sort of climbing onto him, locking my wrists and ankles and trying to hold on for dear life (yoga helps!)
Once connected, we proceeded to find a great rhythm . We sort of bumped up against the door loudly, but I wasn’t really concerned about it at that point! I must confess I enjoyed the most incredible climax experience of my life, just before my lover flooded me.
After the great event, I was totally numb. Knew we had to make a good exit, however. I sort of opened the door a bit, and was relieved to find that the coast was clear. Out I went, still in a sort of daze. My guy got back to our seats a little while later. Could have sworn the guy across the aisle was giving us the evil eye! Had the feeling he knew what we had been up to but am not positive. For the duration of the flight, we just held each other very closely and kissed gently.
Oh, it was such a thrill that I don’t think we will ever be able to fly anywhere in the future together without at least thinking about making the trip a bit more memorable than it might otherwise be!