Before my last year of college my wife and I spent the summer in Oslo, Norway. The first flight of our trip was San Francisco to Helsinki. We were in a middle row and had some room around us. As the flight went on we became more and more intimate using blankets and pillows to hide our fondling and groping. We knew we had to go all the way, so we started devising our plan.
When the next meal was served we both went to the lavatory because everyone was eating and it is difficult to get up to the lavatory with the food carts in the aisles. It was a tight squeeze, but we both had our pants dropped and shirts off quickly. She bent over the sink and I took her from behind. We could look at each other in the mirror as I was pumping in and out of her and we were giggling in between our moans. It didn’t take me long to come and with some more thrusts and maneuvers my wife climaxed too. It seemed like a very quick interlude and in spite of the difficulties of dressing in that cramped space we thought we had been fast. Wrong. When we opened the door there were several people waiting to get in. We hurried back to our seats and a bit embarrassed, but much more satisfied about having joined the MHC somewhere over the North Atlantic!