| From |
| Mr. |
| Name |
| F ly |
| Email |
| |
| Date of MHC experience |
| 12/21/2016 |
| Airline |
| United Airlines |
| Flight number |
| 8021 |
| From |
| IAH |
| To |
| AMS |
| Time |
| Red-Eye |
| Aircraft |
| 747 |
| Location |
| Lavatory |
| Altitude |
| 34000 |
| Your Story |
This is something I’ve always wanted to do but once on the plane either forgot about it or my partner got cold feet. I had just returned from Barbados. She knew the I had always wanted to do the mile high thing. But as we were drinking on the flight that idea just left me.
As I am closing my eyes she sort of straddles over me, stopping on top of me and says she is going to the restroom, looks at me and smiles then heads down the aisle. I am almost on full tilt when the guy in the seat across the aisle smacks my shoulder,
Why are you taking a nap right now. He says, your girlfriend, wife, fiancee, left this on your lap but it fell off while you were sleeping.
I lazily open the note that said “Give me something to carry-in for the rest of the trip, so when ever I think about it I can reach my fingers down and taste you.”
Then I was awake. I looked at the guy and asked him very seriously if he read the note, and he did, but I had more important things to do since she had been in there for… 10 fucking minutes. Shit. So I bolt down the hallway and am anxiously staring at the red ‘Occupied’ sign, not knowing what to do.
Then from behind me she taps on my shoulder. I turn around and she is up on the sink (there is really no room in there) and her panties were in her hand. I paused dumb struck of a moment at how thoughtful of a gesture this was. We had sex everyday but we didn’t plan this, maybe she did, but I wasn’t a part of it. As I am enjoying the moment she grabs me and pulls me into the lavatory. She kisses my neck and whispers, “I didn’t want to take you out of the moment but could come back here any..”
You know how when you are having sex and your first entrance is lest than stellar, and you’re kind of embarrassed but also in such a good mood that it really doesn’t affect you that much? Yeah that didn’t happen like that. The minute I got close to her I was already halfway inside her. Her nails dug into my back and say what you want about the space but this lavatory but this things are built like a tank, you just have to watch out for the soap dispenser and the nozzles on the sink. It was the most turned on I had ever been . I also realized in that moment that your body knows if you are on a time crunch and will adjust accordingly. This wasn’t going to be some marathon session on United Flight 8021, this was a smash and grab job.
So about 1 minute in I whisper that I’m almost there. She whispers back; “Don’t pull out, I want to feel you put every last drop inside me.”. As you can probably guess, a split second after she said that I was filling her up. We had always been playful about that sort of thing but never actually practiced it when the chips were down I guess. But we finished up, and then gave up on me trying to clean her off quickly, because as I said before there is zero room in this things. We both were able to exit the lavatory together and as I am walking behind her I see singular drops on the carpet ahead of me. She could feel it happening too because she turned back at me and winked while mouthing the words “Thank you Daddy”. I could have turned her right round and gone again in the aisle if she asked in that moment.
About nine months later we broke up but it was still something I will never forget as one more reason why when my guidance counseler told me that high school was gong to be the best time of my life, I looked at him and said I certainly hope not. So there you go Mr. Heart. High school was just the time you were in my life not the greatest times of my life. Suck it. |
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