Having just been married the long evening before, we were still recovering from all of the festivities just prior to our flight to our honeymoon the next afternoon. It was a very cold and
wet/snowy day in PA, but was going to be hot and beautiful in our destination at FL. We were wearing lightweight sweats anticipating our final stop. The topic of the MHC had never come up before between my new wife and me, mainly because of not having flown together before.
We were tired but excited, looking forward to our honeymoon. Our seats were in the back 1/2 of the plane. I brought the MHC topic up just to see her response. Usually I am the sexual instigator and it sometimes takes quite a bit of prodding to get her to succumb, and that is just in our own privacy. I didn’t think I would have very much luck in a totally full plane. Fortunately I was wrong! As the plane took off and we continued to climb, we kept discussing the details of how we could pull it off. I finally said, “Look, lets just head to the back right after the stewardesses take their little cart past us so it will block half of the aisle of people from getting back there. And besides, what are they going to do to us if we get caught, throw us off?!?!” Well, with her grin I found the answer I sought.
While waiting for the stewardesses to make their way up the aisle, we took it upon ourselves to manually “get the show on the road” with each other. (I truly hope the attorney that was seated next to us was actually making notes about HIS next case and not ours!!) Immediately after the beverage cart went past our row we asked our busy attorney to excuse us. The tiny little stainless steel room was empty. (It’s looking good so far!) I think the engineers who design aircraft lavatories are only thinking about the people that go in there to JUST use the bathroom, because there is very little room to do anything else. We got our bearings once inside as she just stayed in front of me and pulled her sweats and underwear down, and then I did the same.
Obviously I didn’t have the door securely latched because right when we were ready to start, I must have hit the handle and locked it with my butt and then the vanity light came on with an audible ‘ding’. That, my friends, is what can be classically defined as a ‘Show Stopper’. After we realized the ‘get back to your seat light’ wasn’t on, we were both surprisingly very very ready to continue, if you know what I mean. We proceeded in the standing doggy position with her leaning on the counter beside the sink. We heard the captain come over the loudspeaker saying something about the flight or scenery or something, and then that we had JUST passed 30,000 feet at the exact same time of our exquisite, breathtaking, body-numbing bliss. We stayed in that position for just a little bit afterward while trying to recover. We were both giggling like teenagers talking about what we had just done, and ‘what if somebody is outside waiting to get in’ while getting our clothing properly arranged.
We decided I would leave first and wait on her to come out. I backed out of the door and as I turned around there was a man waiting his turn for the next open toilet. Needless to say, I wasn’t as prepared as I had hoped as I closed the door quickly behind me and sheepishly tried to mumble an excuse that my wife was still in there and that she didn’t know how to use or flush the toilet. So, we both stood there, me, the guilty but exilerated waiting on my wife and him, the innocent victim whose bladder was probably amassing the volume of the Goodyear Blimp. I tried not to make any eye contact with him, but you can only look around so much while in the confines of the space equivalent of two phone booths. Finally my wife exits and he hurries in. Back at our seats I tell her the story and we continue to laugh and giggle hysterically when we notice that in the
same aisle as ours, and in the aisle seat over from us, returns this same poor man! I don’t know if he ever put 2 and 2 together, but to be honest, I wasn’t going to ask.
Needless to say, the flight down the entire east coast seemed as short as a quick trip to the grocery store. Hmmm, the grocery store. That might be worth a try!