My best friend was getting married in VA, but she lived in Las Vegas. All of us who lived around that area got a flight together and stayed at her home until we were to leave for VA. A handsome groomsmen, whom I have known for quite sometime and who also happened to be my best friends brother, was flirting and joking during the pre-wedding party that we (he and I) should join the mile high club on the plane to Chicago. Being the dare devil that I am I took him up on the idea… After we left the ground in Las Vegas we found one problem being that we were surrounded by his family who were also all my very good friends. We tried to be inconspicuous, but it didn’t work out that well. We may have been able to sneak away from the family, but there was no getting sneaky around those observant flight attendants. We got into the lavatory and stripped down really quick, then just as I began to get a little worried about the whole idea I looked up to see him and his body and that look in his eyes. There was no turning back. He grabbed me and sat me up on top of the sink which would be only one of the many positions we tried while there. After having one of the most memorable experiences in my life we proceeded to get dressed thinking to ourselves that we would casually walk back to our seats and continue out our flight, but as we let ourselves out there stood most of the crew right outside the door. At first they pretended to be mad and told us that we were in a fair amount of trouble, but the joke was soon obvious when they could keep their smiles off of their faces. They then started cheering and handed us a bottle of champaign to celebrate with wrapped with a napkin noting the following “Welcome to the Mile High Club”. Thank you United Airline!!!! Thanks “you know who” 🙂
