It was definately one of the wildest sexual experiences ever. My boyfriend and I have always dreamed of joining the mile high club, but never imagined that either of us would really go through with it. However as the plane took off it was evident that neither one of us could contain ourselves for very long. While I was sleeping my boyfriend slipped his hand underneth my blanket and slowly started caressing my now very wet pussy. I think the people behind us saw us but neither of us really cared at this point. After a rather large “O” I was quite content and glowing from satisfaction. However with a wink of an eye, I knew my boyfriend had something else in mind. I knew exactly what he wanted and I wanted it too, and it was the perfect time with most in the crowded cabin asleep. Still wet from his touch we both headed for the lavoratory. Luckily we were seated near first class so the curtain shielded us from the view of most suspecting passengers. I went straight for the lavoratory, while he went in to First Class and looped around to the same one. We met at the door, looked to make sure that nobody was looking, then made our move. Locking the door we silently leapt for joy and gave each other high fives just for having made it that far. After a moment of confusion about what we do next, my instincts took over and I ravenously threw him down on the toilet seat as I pulled at his pants. He was ready, in a big way, so I quickly hiked my skirt and sat down on his engorged member with my already pulsating pussy. I bounced on him furiously, thinking that we might get too scared to finish, then that would be it. But I changed my mind as I looked back at my moaning boyfriend and saw his eyes roll back in pleasure. I kept going … bouncing, holding his knees back from knocking the bulkhead, and shushing him when his moans were too loud. For a moment, I thought we would get caught, then we both lost ourselves in rapture and didn’t even care if the plane crashed. His moans grew deeper as his hands squeezed my ass, and I knew he was getting close. His member pulsed inside me and I suddenly found myself cumming too. I threw myself back on to him, clutching his manhood. The waves of orgasmic pleasure seemed like they would never end. A tap at the door made us clear our heads and remember where we were. We quickly cleaned ourselves up and my boyfriend tucked his love stained shirt into his pants. He left first, mentioning to a waiting lady that I was sick and needed a few more minutes. I emerged shortly afterwards unable to conceal my mischievious smile, and received a quizzical look. We collapsed into each other in our seats, marvelling at our great accomplishment of boldness, timing, and mutual satisfaction. It’s good to be a member.