Name: Dr. Rick

Airline: Cathay Pacific, Thai Airways, Singapore Airlines, Emirates, Qatar, American Airlines etc.
Flight Number: Can’t remember codes
From: Dubai Dublin Hong Kong etc To: London Paris New York Delhi etc
Time: Evening
Aircraft: 737
Location: Business Class
Altitude: More than 30,000 feet each time The Story: Since I was a teenager, the idea of getting it on in the plane was very intriguing to me. So, I started it off with a relatively short flight from Hong Kong to Bangkok when I was still in my late teens. I have done it in the seats, in the lavatories and in the business class and I’ve got to say that I have been extremely lucky to have such wild and willing women each time who upped their antics and were daring enough to get it on. As much as I have loved it under the blankets in economy class and in the comfortable business class ranging from oral sex to hand jobs to other sexual activity, I have got to say the wildest one was in the lavatory when I flew in a transcontinental flight and the air hostess happened to be an ex-flame of mine. It was more than a 15 hour flight. It was crazy because we hadn’t talked or seen each other in ages. We greeted, made eye contact and flirted throughout the first few hours. I had a middle-aged oversized woman sitting next to me who was snoring louder than the plane engine. When I requested a change in seats, she looked around and said that the flight was almost full but I could come down to the segway for a chat and a snack. She made me a drink. We were catching up – the whole plane was sleeping. I initiated the flirting. She was coy but she teased all she could. I asked her if there were cameras in that section of the plane. She had barely said no and I was already ruining her lipstick. It was my favorite shade on her lips. A few voices through the curtains made us stop. By the time we stopped kissing, a few minutes had passed. She said, ‘I missed this’. ‘Is the flight still full?’ I asked. She said, ‘Yes, Sir but there’s a few seats in business class that you could use’ to get some sleep. “And what about If I am not looking forward to sleep?”. “What would you like to do, Sir?” I loved the sound of those words. Foreplay at its subtle best. The curtains were already drawn. I moved forward, held her close, air hostesses do have to wear push-up bras and panty hose. I knew it and the closer you go, as a man, the more difficult it is to resist. I was just smelling that scent on her. She raised her head and kissed me. My hands did that familiar movement sliding down from her back to the butt. I had missed her and I could almost guess what she was wearing inside that tight skirt. She whispered into my ear, “I will lose my job if I make out with you in the business class but I can always fix the lavatory with the master key lock and the red lights on. Sounded like nirvana. I went in the lavatory and requested assistance. She came in as demure as I have never seen her before. She waved at her colleague that she has got this and then she locked the door. Closed spaces kind of get me suffocated. Not today. Not with her raising her skirt up, stopping midway to make me guess the color. It was a Wednesday. It was probably black. She hadn’t changed. Black it was. She pushed me against the wall hard. I hit my head but I was way harder down in my pants than the surrounding walls. We made out. She went down on me. For people who think airplane lavatories are small, try 69 if you are flexible. It’s mental. We started fucking. Riding was so easy. Doggy not so much. We ended up having Anal sex. I just wanted to ruin her lipstick but that she had to do her mascara again was collateral damage, I guess. When she had her orgasm, the whole set of tissues and dental kits fell off the trays. I didn’t know if she had grown that strong or the airlines used cheap ass furniture. I liked cumming on her boobs. They were perky. She wasn’t going to let me. She had a job to cater to. She grabbed my dick hard and put it deep in her mouth. I came like a monster. My knees had never felt weaker and my dick – well, the lesser said the better.

We got clothed. She took much longer. I waited. She kissed me on my cheek. I wanted after play. She said no. It was payback for all those times I wasn’t nice enough to her for after play. I peeped out. There was an air hostess looking right straight at me. “I’m not feeling right. Can I get a glass of water? ” “Sure, Sir”, she turned to get water from the segway bar. I moved a few steps in front. The ex-flame had moved out and shut the door close behind me. As I drank the water, I saw the two air hostesses exchange glances and wink at each other. She bent forward and said, “Try not to travel on this same flight again. It was wonderful having you on board, Sir”. Miles High in the Air and Hello, Mile High Club.