This was quite a while back and my first experience, when I was first initiated into the Mile High Club. I was in the Navy then, not long out of boot camp, going home on leave. Now this was on the tail end of what was affectionatly known as the “Zumwalt’s Navy” so evem though I was a seaman I had on a suit type uniform instead of the traditional “Cracker Jacks” jumper type. Both were acceptable dress uniforms back then. This was only my third time on an airline, so I picked a seat in the back of the plane so I could board first. Of course this was my first redeye fligt so I was surprised when they boarded all rows right after boarding first class.
I’ve always looked older than I am, Bought my first 6 pack at 14, and the guys in boot camp used to ask me for advice. I later found out they thought I was around 35, I was 18.
Shortly after takeoff one of the flight attendants sat next to me. She was in her mid 30’s very attractive with green eyes, short red hair, and very nice legs. She began talking to me about her work in a very detailed and nonchalant way, which didn’t seem normal to me, but she was pretty, freindly and had a pleasant voice so I chatted with her for a while. Then she asked me which flight I was hooking up with. I told her Detroit was my final destination. She then asked which flight I was piloting out of Detroit and if it was my normal flight. I was confused by the question and asked what she was talking about. She paused and took a closer look at my uniform. She said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you were one of ours” and she got up to leave. I told her she didn’t have to leave, that I was enjoying our conversation, but she just apologized again and went back to the galley. I heard her tell another flight attendant she thought I was a pilot for the airline.
It probably took all of 10 minutes to serve drinks and peanuts to each passenger on the flight. When she got to me I smiled and told her she should come back and sit with me when she got the chance, I enjoyed talking with her. She smiled and told be maybe later. I though she just being polite, but shortly after the trash was collected she came and sat down next to me, this time she sat in the middle seat.
She pushed up the armrest between us and bent one lovely leg tucking it under her, she explained she needed to be able to see if any of the other passengers paged her. Her legs were really very attractive, and while we taked I couldn’t help but glance at them now and then. She noticed my interest and shifted in her seat several times, each time inching her skirt up showing more and more thigh. I was 18 at the time so it didn’t take much for me to get hard, and with about 4 inches of thigh showing I was on my way to stiff city. She saw what she was doing to me, and adjusted herself a few more times, by the time that skirt inched up another 2-3 inches I was fully sprung. She leaned towards me and her hand “accidentally” brushed against the buldge in my pants. She looked down and said, “My what’s that?” in an innocent little voice. I smiled and unzipped my pant saying, “I don’t know, why don’t you take a look.”
As her hand went down into my pants I had my hand between her lovely thighs, she parted her legs a bit raising her skirt even higher and allowing me access. She had on pantyhose but I could still feel her swollen labia underneath. She played with my cock but there wasn’t much she could do with it inside my pants. I tried to get my penis out with my free hand and she stopped me. She whispered, “I could lose my job for this.” I rubbed her pussy and located her clit. I played with it through the thin nylon fabric. She gasped, and grabbed my hand with her free arm. She closed her eyes and paused for a moment before removing my hand from between her thighs, she took her hand out of my pants as well leaving my cock feeling rather cold.
I asked, “Didn’t you like that?” she put her finger to her full red lips and quietly shushed me. She stood up and looked around the cabin. She left and quickly came back motioning for me to follow her. She took my hand and pulled me towards the lavatory, she shushed a near by flight attendant as she opened the door and pulled me inside, the other flight attendant just smiled.
Inside she quickly moved to the door and sat me down on the toilet seat. I helped as she unfastened my pants. I pushed them down to my knees, we bumped heads and laughed a little. Now with my erect penis free, she bent over and twisted her body into what appeared to be an uncomfortable position and took me between her luciuos lips. She had great suction as she gave some of the best head I’d ever had. I was already excited from the earlier action and being in this lavatory with a beautiful older woman…. Well I didn’t last too long and she cleaned up the mess with tissues from the dispenser. Being 18, I stayed hard. I usually did, I might be a quick trigger on the first draw, but I’m a long ride on my second shot. She smiled as she stroked my still hard penis.
She pulled up her skirt and sat on my lap. She lifted one leg and asked me to hold it. I was more than happy to comply as I kissed her knee and thigh. She smiled at me as she pulled a nail file from her clutch. She mumbled, “Well, here go another pair of perfectly good pantyhose.” as she used the file to rip a hole out of the crotch of her pantyhose. I quietly suggested, “You should wear stockings.” She quietly chuckled, “Now wouldn’t THAT be a little obvious?”
She stood up and turned away from me as she held up her skirt, as she bent over I grabbed her hips and pulled her to my face. She urgently whispered, “We haven’t got time for that.” I gently flicked my tongue across her clitoris a few times, then licked deeply into the soft folds of flesh, making it clear I had no intention of stopping. She moaned softly and then whispered, “Oh what the hell, it’s a slow flight anyway.” as she pushed back pinning my head between the wall and her pussy. I licked and sucked her musty sweetness until she came, stifling a moan as she arched her back. After a breif second to recover she started to lower herself down on my erect, waiting, penis. I slid down a bit to help align her with my erection. She started a slow and steady up and down motion, moving slightly forward and backward as she braced her arms against the confining walls. I wasn’t complaining it felt great! She orgasmed twice each time stifling a moan as her back arched. Seconds after her second orgasm I had mine. In a few moments after she recovered, she stood up and started sraightening her skirt. I pulled up my pants and stood next to her. She announced, “Now your a full fledged member.” I asked “Member?” She replied, “Of the ‘Mile High Club’.” I asked her what that was and she breifly explained it to me. She asked me where I was staying in Detroit, I told her I had a commuter flight to Bay City with only an hour layover. She kissed me and said, “What a shame.” She looked at me seriously and said, “You can’t tell anybody about this, or I’m out of a job.” I promised not to tell, and I never did, until now. But that was 20 over years ago and I never saw that lovely, green eyed, redhead again.