This is my first weekend away with a date. A date? Yes, a date. You see, I’m an escort by profession. I’m not a prostiture or anything like that. I’m an escort. My job is to give companionship to lonely men or women. I escort them to functions, parties, events of all types and on occassion I get to have a little extra fun. You don’t get to pay for the fun, you book your escort and pay in advance for her companionship, anything else that happens between two or more consenting adults is strictly between them and no money will ever exchange hands for the adult play. Now that I’ve got that out of the way, lets talk about how I joined the mile high club. His name is Michael. He’s involved in finance in some way or other. We sat in the airport talking about the meetings he was going on. He filled me in on some details as we were about to spend an entire weekend together and would be out on many lunches and dinners with his collegeus. As far as they are all concerned I’m someone he’s been seeing off and on. Which is partially correct. We have gone on a few dates together. Okay, well only one date, but if he can keep affording my price he might ask my agent for another date.
It was all fairly typical of a date. We met up, it just happened to be at the airport. Discussed details of the date and what his plans were. My agency had arranged for a gorgeous hotel room in Toronto and I was really excited. He had a few laughs at my expense getting ready for the plane and once we were on board.
We continued the conversation on the plane. You know by this time I was really beginning to get into him. He’s handsome, funny, quick witted and always had a great smile on his face the whole time.
Our conversation was peppered with flirtation and he very slyly slipped his hand on my thigh while we were talking. I didn’t mind at all and encouraged him by placing my hand on his and sliding it a little further up. I always get these images in my head about planes being so busy with flight attendants coming and going, but it really wasn’t nearly as busy as I thought it was going to be.
I turned towards him more and slipped my hand into his pants while we were talking. With no objections from him I stroked slowly just inside his pants. I had a blast! It was exciting being on that edge of getting caught all the time. We had got in close to one another at that point and kissed a bit while we talked and it occurred to us that we could take this opportunity to join the mile high club. He was definitely primed and ready for action when we decided to go for it.
Now in hindsight we probably should have been a lot more careful about not getting caught but instead we both just slipped up to the washroom on the plane and slipped in together.
My minidress lifted up nicely over my hips when he picked me up and put me on the sink. His kisses were passionate as he held my hips and I unbuckled his belt to free him. It was very surreal and my head was spinning from the excitement of the whole trip and what we were doing. Pulling my hips he moved me forward and slid deep inside me. I was nervous and excited. The thin walls of the washroom were no sound barrier to the passengers sitting just outside. He was pretty excited by it all. Not holding anything back he gave it to me hard, within minutes he was cumming inside me. The whole scene was intense and mind blowing. It was without a doubt some of the best quicky sex I’ve ever had.
We slipped back to our seats and I curled up to him for the rest of the flight with my head on his shoulder. The flight attendant gave us a knowing smile when she stopped by to check on us and offer us a blanket. I’m sure she seen us. Thank goodness she didn’t see the harm in it and let us go without a word.