Ship 1159 – Part One:
Our evening flight was supposed to leave the Twin Cities at a reasonable hour, but due to a lengthy mechanical delay, it ended up turning into a red-eye flight. Not surprisingly, we spent most of the delay in the gate-area bar. There weren’t too many other people around, and as I and my Princess continued to sip on our drinks, we began to plot…
Feeling no pain, we finally took our seats in the near-empty First Class section. We buckled in, accepted from the flight attendant another (unnecessary) round of drinks, and engaged in a long, passionate kiss. As we felt the engines begin to roar and we lifted off the runway, I felt my zipper going down and soon she was stroking me. I slid my hand inside her blouse and cupped her small, sensitive breasts.
Our plan was to meet in the aft left lav of the DC-10, after the quick beverage service. It was a long walk back from First Class, but it was made all the easier seeing only a handful of passengers scattered around in Coach, and none of them awake. The Princess had buttoned up and went first. I zipped up and followed a minute later.
She had left the door unlocked and met me with her nylons and panties already off and on the sink. I locked the door and she quickly had me out, rock-hard and ready to finally join the coveted MHC. I dropped my pants and she turned around to offer me her backside. While I was tempted, there wasn’t time to lossen her up and aim high, so instead I slid into her unbelievable wetness and buried myself in one thrust. She held on as I continue to plunge deep into her. At this rate, it wasn’t going to take long, and when she told me “Do it…fill me up….shoot it deep up inside me!”, that was all it took. I couldn’t wait for her to get there with me, and at the same time that I exploded a huge load up inside her, the plane started to shake with turbulance. We were worried that the seatbelt sign would come on, but it never did. We quickly dressed and made our way back to our seats. On the way, I thought to myself, “Maybe that was just us making the plane shake?”
Ship 1159 – Part Two:
Nine years and three kids later, it was time for the Princess and I to escape Minneapolis/St. Paul to Phoenix for some “adult” time. Again seated in First Class, this time with every other seat occupied around us, I asked the Princess if she knew the ship number of the Northwest Airlines DC-10 we were sitting on.
“You’re kidding!” she whispered. The gleam in her eyes said everything I needed to hear about her memory of the last time we flew on this aircraft. But I wasn’t seeing in her eyes was the signal that she was ready for a round two.
“It’s your turn,” I whispered back. She flashed a worried look at the full seats around us. Ignoring her look, I tossed a blanket over her lap and another over her chest. I then leaned over to kiss and suck on her ear and neck. “Spread your legs,” I whispered.
She slid forward in her seat by the window and spread her legs. I looked around as worked my hand between them and felt the heat radiating over the top of her panties. Slowly I started to stroke her. Around and around my fingers went. The wetness between her legs seemed to increase with each circle I made around her sensitive button.
After a minute or two of this, I again started to nibble on her ear and neck. She closed her eyes and I knew then that I was going to get her. Her breathing was getting shallower. I quickened the pace, and ever-so-slightly I could feel her hips moving forward, starting to meet my rubbing. Soon she sucked in a mouthful of air and held it. Bam! It began to hit her. She started to shake, and bit her lip to keep from screaming out to the rest of the first class cabin what she was feeling. I continued to rub her spot until she couldn’t take it anymore, then withdrew my wet fingers. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw me licking my fingers clean. She shook her head and said, “Wow! I wasn’t expecting that! Thank you!”
I leaned over, kissed her, and said, “You’re welcome. Debt repaid, my love. We’re even.”