Nothing like a little in-flight service to take the edge off of a crowded flight! Ms. Anne Gomez (last names have been changed to protect the innocent) and I are co-workers. Through a little fortuitous planning we arranged to be on the same flight out of town so she could attend a conference in San Jose. It was the middle of the day on a packed 737 so I knew it was going to be a little tougher getting away with anything in mid-air. I had joked around before the flight with her about Mile High Club Membership but we hadn’t really come up with a plan. As we walked down the aisle to our seats I noticed that the emergency exit row nearest to us only had two seats! What a stroke of luck. I started hatching a plan to convince its occupants to switch with us. We’d at least have a shot at disguising our activities if there was no one else in our row. That hope was quickly dashed, however, when a grumpy older couple boarded the plane and plunked themselves down in the only row with less than three people on each side of the aisle! The plane was packed. The flight attendants were looking a little stressed out and I could just hear one of them loudly interrupting us should we get up the courage to attempt something. So with a packed flight, stressed out flight attendants, and a smallish, smelly, Iranian guy sitting next to us the prospect of getting something going in the comfort of our own seats was starting to dim. This was going to have to be a lavatory encounter. After the beverage cart came buy and we both got loosened up with a drink I convinced her to walk to the back of the plane with me to scope things out. There were three flight attendants sitting in the back area! Two of their seats were up against the only lavatories wall! Fortunately they were engrossed in their own little worlds and didn’t even look up when we walked by. I let Anne go in first and told her to listen for a double knock and then open the door for me. This was going to work. She went in and a few seconds later – after making sure the attendants were oblivious – knocked twice. She let me in. Finally, we were alone, in mid- flight, away from pesky co-workers and anything else that might have inhibited us. Mile High Club Membership was at hand! This was the only lavatory in the back and I knew we had limited time. She was looking up at me for direction so I positioned myself with my feet on the lavatory while sitting facing her. She was standing just inside the door with her back to the mirror. We kissed briefly and she started rubbing me through the shorts I was wearing. I was extremely hard and she could feel it. She looked me in the eyes and then slowly bent down and took me into her mouth. I had already had the pleasure of experiencing her blow jobs and Anne knew how to handle a man. This experience was heightened both by the fact that we were on a commercial airliner and also by the visual stimulus I was getting from watching the rhythmic bobbing of her head in the mirror. I knew I was going to cum and she worked a little more frantically when she felt me getting ready. I just exploded into her mouth. She swallowed every last drop and kept sucking for more until my knees were so weak I was afraid we were both going to spill right out the door into the aisle. Getting head from a beautiful co-worker in the lavatory of an airplane is something every guy should experience. We finished up and left the lavatory to head back to our seats. As we were leaving I noticed one of the attendants watching the two of us leaving the lavatory together with a brief look of confusion. When I asked for a bottled water for Anne the look quickly turned to a wry smile followed by a quick wink and a knowing nod. It was a beautiful moment.
