Both my fiancee and I have very few objections when it comes to having fun at uncommon places, so when I told her about the MHC a while ago, she very much liked the idea. Unfortunately my PPL (private pilots license) got quite delayed due to a heavy business workload, so I forgot about it for long. Not so for her. As I learned on the way back from a holiday trip to Samos/Greece, she is much less forgetful than I am.
She wore a nice, short summer skirt that morning – a very pleasant look. Only her mood was quite sulky after her suitcase broke at the hotel which had us racing to the airport. Once aboard, I put her in my arms and tried to cheer her up a bit, explaining the coastline of Turkey and the islands we passed over. After about half an hour, she fell into a nap.
We’d been sitting quietly for a while, with her head on my shoulder. Suddenly, she took my hand and guided it between her thighs, pulling herself closer to me. I was quite surprised when I noticed that she had deliberately NOT put on any undies. From what I felt, the sulkiness was all gone – her thoughts had obviously taken a much more pleasant direction during the nap. When I looked into her face, she grinned at me childishly, and said “so … would you go check for a vacant lavatory?”
The crew had just started serving lunch, so the corridor was blocked. This took a while, although the service turnovers are very quick on these holiday hops. All the pax lined up at the lavatories right after they had their meals, so we continued our discrete petting with just a few interruptions.
When the rush was over, we could not wait any longer, and headed for the mid-restroom (no more discretion: 2 people in, 2 out with red faces). In there, it was a bit difficult not to touch the alert button by accident (which might have been quite interesting, OTOH), but with her sitting on top of me we finally found a stable position that wasn’t too uncomfortable either.
It should have been quite obvious what was going on in there, as we spent about 20 minutes in this confined environment, generating different, but reasonably clear, rhythmical bump-noises. But none of the pax seemed to have grasped it. Only the crew showed that certain grin and later wished us a “continuation of the nice morning”.
In conclusion: A sulky morning may quickly change its face. I now encouraging “her” to take control once in a while… and not to hesitate too early. We’ll definitely have some more “private” times in single engines, but also “play games” in future airline flights