On my trip to Florida to visit my grand-parents, I was with my girlfriend at the time Marie-Lyne. This was our first trip together.

The trip usually lasts around 3 hours but this time there was a slight miscalculation. We had to take a chartered plane in Boston (we were originally scheduled for a stop there, but we arrived 12 minutes late and missed the plane). This charter was particularly slow to prepare in Boston, and we had to wait almost an hour and a half longer. When we finally boarded the plane, Marie-Lyne whispered in my ear, “I really hope this plane is fast, ’cause I really need you inside me now!!”. I have to say that I found this extremely arousing.

We took our seats (in 1st-class, mind you), and try to forget about it. The stewardess brought us blankets, pillows, etc. We were only missing a mattress and that was it! After having reached maximum altitude, Marie-Lyne Picked the moment all too well, and whispered again, “Oh God, I can’t take more of this, I need you in me now!” So she starts moving her hand under the blanket, and sticks her hand in my crotch (I had opened my pants just to relax from the food we had just gotten). She started to rub my tool, and next thing you know, she looks around, and sees we’re pretty much alone in our row. She says aloud, “Wow, look at that view! Mind if I watch?” and she just gets up, sits on me, and pulls the blanket over us both. Underneath, she pulls her skirt up and pushes her panties aside.

We started doing it, clawing at each other underneath the blanket. We were making comments about how we were feeling (dirt talk), coded in scenery remarks. (“oh, wow, look at that PEAK” “You can almost FEEL the clouds”) When she started climaxing, she bit herself so hard she showed me the cut on her lip. As for me, I came as well, but I had to get out, for we had no preservatives, so I just went at it on the blanket. When we were both done, I folded the blanket into a tiny cube, and Marie gave it to the stewardess (aw, yuck!!)

When we got off the plane in Orlando, and the captain said “hope you had a nice trip!” I responded,”…best flight of my life!” and me and Marie started laughing.
And that’s my Mile High Tale.