Wild Woman, Shy Guy

Glen and I had been seeing each other for a few months, and had discussed trips we’d like to take together. Joining the Mile High Club came up in one of these conversations. We planned a trip to Miami for his birthday. We live in different states, so were not traveling together the entire way, but managed to schedule the last leg of our flights together. We’d been apart for 11 days when the date for our trip rolled around. We’d talked about joining the club on this trip, but we knew the flight was fully booked. We were game anyway, and planned ahead to make things go as smoothly as possible. I checked the seat map for the plane. It had a 2-seat exit row near the rear across from the flight attendants’ station (row 27). We requested these seats, knowing it was our best bet for some privacy, and would be near the lavatory.
I’d requested that Glen wear loose jeans with no underwear on the flight, and volunteered to go without panties. He suggested a short skirt as well. I met him in the Detroit airport. His incoming flight was late and I feared he would not make the connection, but at the last minute our outgoing flight also posted a delay. I met him near his arrival gate and we walked back to the departure gate together. We found a seat and began to get into each other while we waited to board, kissing and generally being close. Just so he’d know I was serious about joining the club, I whispered to him, “I’m not wearing any panties.” He was wearing loose jean shorts, and divulged that he was also devoid of underwear.
We finally boarded, grabbing pillows and blankets along the way to our seats. Once seated, we began to get even more into each other, kissing more deeply and passionately. After take-off, I put the blanket over his lap and ran my hand up the leg of his shorts to caress his magnificent cock, which was already somewhat hard from our kissing. After the fasten-seat-belt sign went off, I was ready to go. The flight attendants began their beverage service toward the front, so it was a perfect time, but he was nervous. We got some juice and added vodka from a small bottle he’d brought from his earlier flight. After finishing this, I told him I was going to the lavatory, and he should follow me in a few seconds. But two female flight attendants were sitting in the jump seat by the lav. This made him nervous and we waited for them to leave. One left and I told him I was going. I went in and closed the door, emptied my bladder, unlocked the door, and peeked out. There was a guy standing there waiting, and no sign of Glen. I locked the door back, peeking out and seeing the same guy there 3 more times before giving up and returning to my seat. I told Glen he was chicken, and suggested a bloody Mary might loosen him up just enough. We got the attention of a male flight attendant by the name of Eli. Eli gave us one bloody Mary on him (Thanks Eli!). Glen had offered to help clean up a spill earlier. I’m not sure whether it was this which triggered the generosity, or if Eli just enjoyed watching us make out. (We later learned it was only Eli’s 2nd flight on the job.)
We shared the bloody Mary and then I laid my head in Glen’s lap. I put my had up his shorts leg and caressed his cock. He pulled my skirt up from the rear and fondled my clit and labia. I was very aroused.and VERY wet. I told him if he was too nervous to join me in the lav, then I’d join him – that he should go first. He went. There was an older guy hanging around, but I didn’t care that he’d see us both go in. I followed in a few seconds. Glen was facing the toilet putting on his condom. I slid in and locked the door. I looked to the side and saw the two of us back to back in the mirror. He turned to face me as I put my back against the wall and faced the mirror. He lifted my skirt and I put one foot up on the closed toilet lid. Our heights are well matched for sex while standing, and he slid right into me, with some guidance from my hand. I watched in the mirror as he thrust into me. With our movements, my arm kept brushing against the lock, pushing it to the unlocked position. Each time, one of us would lock it back.
I always take a long time to come, and after a few minutes confessed that I would not be able to come, in spite of my extreme arousal. He said he couldn’t either – he takes a long time too, which I’m normally grateful for. And by this time, we were starting to descend. He had just pulled out and my foot was still perched on the toilet with skirt raised when the door suddenly opened. We hadn’t noticed we’d unlocked it again! A man stood there looking at us for the split second before I grabbed the door and pulled it shut. We laughed, straightened our clothes and exited together. Clearly everyone at the rear now knew what we’d been up to. We returned to our seats and got buckled in. I checked my watch – it was well past midnight, so was now the 16th. I leaned over and kissed Glen and said, “Happy Birthday.” We finished what we’d started a while later at our hotel.
So we’re now members of the club, but we hope to renew our membership in the near future. Clearly, on such short flights, we should go when beverage service begins, before everyone decides they have to pee. And I think we need more practice! 🙂

Name Date Airline Flight # Time
Dr. Jennifer Wild-Woman Jun 15-16, 2001 Northwest 996 Evening
Aircraft From To Location Altitude
727 DTW (Detroit) MIA (Miami) Lavatory 29,000