It was a beautiful July afternoon and I was all set to go on a long cross country that I had to do for my Commercial pilot’s license. I had just met this girl named Lisa who was working on her Private pilot’s license a few weeks earlier. She asked if she could go on my cross country with me, and me being the nice guy that I am said, “sure, I need someone to keep me company anyways.” After that was all said and done we went out to the plane and started on our merry way.
Once we got airborne I climbed to my cruising altitude of 7,500 ft she started asking me questions about what the Mile High Club is and how high above the ground you have to be and so on and so forth. After telling her all about it she pointed out that we were more than a mile up … and then it happened.
Lisa reached over and put her left hand down my pants and used her right hand to undo my pants. At that point in time I had to figure out what to do with the airplane. It was a Cessna 172 with no auto pilot. So, what I did was trim up the plane with enough nose down trim to line up the control lock holes so that I could use the control lock as an auto pilot. It worked just fine in the smooth air as Lisa undid my pants and I undid her shirt. She was so horny she made the copilot’s seat soaking wet before she got on top of me. We did it twice before we had to start descending towards our destination.
When we got out of the plane I realized that she had somehow gotten my pants wet which in turn made me look like I pissed myself. I felt kinda embarrassed walking into the FBO holding a blanket in front of me to hide the wet spot