This is a very true story, the names have been converted to initials to protect the parties involved.
In 1965 while still in high school, my friend MG was banished to a military school in Texas. He escaped and went to California and became the first Hippies from our neighborhood. When he returned to Philly, he had copious stories, but none was as exciting as his story of sex in
the air.
Since 1965, it has been my dream to live that experience.
On Friday the 6th of August 1999, I realized my dream, On Us Airways flight # 9 from Pittsburgh to Los Angeles with CTM, the love of my life. This mutual desire and partnership venture was a long time in the
planning stages. Seat selection was extremely important and I was very disappointed that the lavatories on a 757 are in the middle of the plane instead of the rear. I was a tad timid about all of the people behind the lavatories being able to see two people entering simultaneously. Complicating the situation was the guy in the aisle seat that we had to climb over, what a crouch!
Luckily my partner and soul mate, knowing how important this project was to me, was extremely encouraging. It was after meal service and the movie, the coast was clear. I had been watching the Lavatory Occupied lights go on an off and was getting a stiff neck. The frequency of lavatory use had diminished as the 158 passengers on the flight nodded out one by one.
I told C that I was going to go “Drain the Lizard” and when I came back, we’d wait about 15 minutes before disturbing “The Crouch” again and then we would both go back. I still had butterflies in my
stomach at this point. When I was done in the bathroom, feeling kind of brave, I decided to peek out the door up to our seats and I saw her looking back at me. I motioned for her to come back, and in about 12 seconds, heard the knock on the door.
I quickly opened the door and whisked her in. Now in our previous discussions we planned our clothing choices to be accommodating. She wore a loose, flowing skirt and I a pair of cargo shorts that drop
to the floor with one snap, neither of us wear any underwear. C immediately hopped up onto the sink as planned and I’ll skip the details here so as not to embarrass her and so that we can send our friends to this site for a read of the story.
Needless to say, we are both proud members of the MHC and highly
recommend the experience to others.