Mile High Club

Mile High Club

It’s probably never a great idea to read erotica on the plane. But if I have to sit still for long periods of time, I have a tendency to get horny. And bored. Especially when the cute guy across the aisle from me—who looks a little too much like Alexander Skarsgård for his own, or my own good—keeps giving me suave looks. What’s his deal?

I get to a particularly hot part of the story I’m reading, where the heroine lets the hero lock her hands behind her back with handcuffs, and then starts exploring her body with his hands while telling her how long he's loved her from afar and wanted to take her like this. Then I keep glancing up at the cute guy in the business suit. I he watching me? Or is he wondering why I keep looking at him?

Fuck, he’s hot! Now he’s all I can picture, running his hands all over my body while he has me alone somewhere private. Locking my hands, making me have to trust him, and then…oh…It’s all too much for me! My pussy is getting moist and I fear I'm going to soil my panties if I don’t get to a restroom fast.

I grab my purse and head to the restroom at the back. It’s mercifully unoccupied, so I go inside and close the door.

My skirt and panties are the first to go. Yes, I’m too frantic to fuck around anymore. The blouse I remove too because I’m getting too hot. The bra I leave on, because I remind myself not to get too comfortable here. This is a restroom for everyone after all. I just need a little release and then I’m good to go.

Try not to get too sweaty, April, I tell myself.

I make no promises. The cute guy across the aisle and the erotic short I was reading have sent me into a depraved, horny frenzy.

I dig around frantically in my purse for my vibrator. The small plastic purple one I bring everywhere. Sometimes it gets spotted on the tray through security. If the security guy has the balls to ask, I explain it’s for a medical condition. Which isn’t even a lie, for all I know. Right now, it feels like a primal need.

I get into a comfortable position on the toilet and then pray to god the vibrator isn’t too loud. Or that I don’t get too loud for that matter! But with all the noise in the cabin, I should be all right.

I turn it on, and it, in turn, turns me on. Suddenly I feel a tremendous relief as my body fills with pleasure.

Just one, I promise myself. I just need one. Then I can wipe myself down, and get back to coach for the rest of the flight.

It won’t take long, I can tell. I’m ready to cum. I’m almost there!

Except then the door opens, and a stranger stops in the doorway.

Fuck!

I look up at him horrified, only to realize it’s the cute business guy from across the aisle.

Double fuck!

What’s he doing here? Now he’s going to think I’m some kind of depraved horny weirdo. And he won’t be wrong, either.

He just looks at me, bemused.

“Don’t stop on my account.”

He steps in, and closes the door. My heart starts racing. What’s he doing?

“You forgot to lock it, dummy,” he says, not in an altogether mean tone either. It’s almost playful.

He makes a point of showing me how to lock it properly.

“There,” he says. “Now we won’t be interrupted.”

“You shouldn’t be in here.”

“Why not? It’s our only washroom in this section. It’s for everyone you know.”

“I mean—“

“I know what you mean,” he says.

He unzips his pants.

My body floods with adrenaline. I don’t know whether to be horny or afraid. Right now I’m both.

“What are you doing?” I say.

“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not going to force myself on you or anything. I just thought you'd feel less um…exposed…if we were both exposed. Besides, I haven’t seen anything this hot to stroke myself to in a long time.”

He takes his cock out of the front hole of his pants, and he is huge! His cock must be at least nine inches long.

“Oh my god,” I say.

He smiles.

“I know, right? I get that a lot.”

I tilt my head sideways and return a smile.

“How did they not make you check that at security?”

“You’re funny,” he says. “I like that. How did they not make you check that at security?”

“I guess they realized I was a greater threat to national security if they took it away.”

He laughs.

“I like you.”

I turn away, embarrassed.

“Turn it back on,” he says.

I look him in the eyes.

He smiles back and continues to stroke his massive cock. Somehow the fact that, other than his cock out, he’s still fully clad in his suit, it gets me wet. There’s something about a horny confident man in a suit that pushes all my buttons!

So…what the hell…why not? He’s hot. I’m horny. For some strange reason he’s given me the green light to do this in front of him; heck he probably gets off on it! And that makes me want to get off on it too.

I look deeply into his blue eyes and turn the vibrator back on. Then, without looking away, I maintain eye contact. So does he. It seems to excite both of us.

He’s so fucking hot, I think to myself. And he thinks I’m hot. That’s so…so…

It isn’t long before a powerful orgasm overtakes me.

It’s so powerful, in fact, that I drop the vibrator into the toilet. I quickly fish it out and put it in the sink.

Then I sit there panting and humiliated.

“Good girl,” he says. “Feeling nice and satisfied?”

“Oh god yes,” I say under my breath.

He gives me an evaluatory look while continuing to stroke his cock.

It’s worrysome because he’s so big, and he looks strong. And if he wants something, I’m in no position to stop him. Then there’s the fact that I already came in front of him.

“How would you like to join the mile high club?” he asks.

“I…”

“It’s okay to say no,” he says. “But something tells me you're not going to.”

“What makes you so sure of that?”

“I saw what you were reading as I passed by your seat.”

“Oh…” I said, feeling humiliated again.

“It was hot,” he says.

“You think so too?”

“Of course. So how about it? Mile high club?”

“What if people catch us in here? Can’t we be put on a no-fly-list or something? Especially now that that asshole Trump is cracking down on international travel.

“Does that worry you?”

“A little.”

“Hmm…all right. Well…do you trust me?”

“I don’t even know you.”

“But do you trust me?”

“Okay,” I say.

He removes his tie.

“Get up,” he says.

I do.

“Turn around.”

I turn.

He ties my hands behind my back with his tie. Before I know it, he’s secured them pretty snugly behind me.

“What are you—“

“Shh…” he says, putting a finger to my lips. “Relax. You trust me don’t you?”

I don’t answer because no I’m not so sure now.

He slaps me across the face. Then again. Then again.

My face is ringing from the pain.

“What the fuck,” I say.

“You like it,” he says.

He’s not wrong. But how is he to know that? How much of that story had he had time to read, passing by my seat?

“Now,” he continues. “If we get caught, you can say I forced you.”

I looked at him horrified. “Won’t you get in really deep shit for that?”

He shrugs. “Maybe. I guess we should hope it doesn’t come to that. And now, I have to trust you too.”

“Okay,” I say.

My pussy is already getting wet again. What is this guy doing to me?

He sits down on the toilet.

“Get on your knees.”

I'm in no position to argue, and my face is still ringing, so I do as I’m told.

Then he roughly pulls my face towards his cock.

“I gag easily,” I warn him.

“Good. Gagging noises are like music to my ears. It means you’re suffering for me.”

He forces me onto his cock.

At first he doesn’t push me too far. I’m grateful for that.

I show my gratitude my expertly using my tongue to roam around the tip of his cock, maximizing his pleasure as I bob my head up and down.

“Mmm…where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

He releases me to let me answer.

“I used to suck a lot of cock,” I say.

“Used to,” he says, taken aback. “Past tense?”

I look away in lieu of answer.

That seems to anger him, and so he pulls me back onto his cock, going deeper this time.

I choke and try to pull away.

He just pushes me deeper.

I contemplate biting him as a warning he’s going too far, but…is he? I’m choking, but I’m in ecstasy. I’m crying, but I love it.

Finally, he releases me.

“Well whoever let you go is a damp fool. I’d want to keep you for myself forever. I would never let you go.”

It’s such a sweet thing to say, during an otherwise torrid experience, that I don't know whether to thank him or cry.

“Would you like that?” he says. “Would you like that? To belong to me?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“Good. Now get up here.”

I stand.

He helps lower me onto his massive cock.

“Mmm…you’re dripping wet,” he says.

“I know,” I say, feeling humiliated.

“You must want it bad.”

“I do.”

“Then slide down baby. Let me all the way in.”

He’s bigger than I’m used to. I’m worried he’ll tear me open, but he’s gentle. At least, for the time being he is.

He squeezes one of my tits with his hand, while the other hand caresses my face.

He puts a thumb into my mouth, and I instinctively suck it.

“Mmm,” I say.

He feels so good inside of me.

“You haven’t had a proper fuck in a while, have you?”

“No,” I admit, breathing heavily.

“I can tell,” he says. “Even out there, I could feel the desperation coming off you.”

“You could?”

“I could practically smell it on you. I knew you needed this. I was getting crazy signals from you.”

“I wasn’t sending any signals,” I say.

“Sure you weren’t,” he says. “And I suppose you didn’t leave the washroom unlocked on purpose either.”

I have to think about that. It was pretty stupid to leave it unlocked. And I was thinking about him when he first came in…

Is he right? Did I actually plan this subconsciously?

“Well I’m not going to argue now,” I say.

“No. You’re going to come for me now, sweetheart.”

He takes both my breasts in each hand and starts squeezing. He’s strong and it hurts. It’s like a vice is crushing my tits. It’s so cruel, but I love it.

“Come for me, baby. Come the way you need it.”

Like he’s got me hypnotized, I come hard. The orgasm hits me like…well about as hard as this stranger slaps!

“Mmm…oh…god…” I moan.

“Good girl,” he says. “There’s a good girl.”

I gasp and breathe heavily as the waves of pleasure take over. He puts a hand on my waist and another on my cheek, guiding me to bliss. I take his thumb back into my mouth, sucking it to show him my gratitude. To show him I’ll give him anything he wants. He’s certainly earned it.

“My turn,” he says.

“Yes,” I breathe.

I brace myself to be fucked hard, or to be used orally.

Except that doesn’t happen. Instead, he brings his forehead to touch mine, and our eyes lock, inches apart.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growls.

Then I feel it. A hot geyser spurts up inside me. It’s like no cumshot I’ve ever felt before. Then he begins hyperventilating.

We didn’t use a condom! I’m realizing. Except I don’t even care right now.

“Kiss me?” I find myself pleading.

He wraps his arms around me and French-kisses me furiously.

We kiss for a while, and then finally he pulls me back and I can breathe again.

“Ah…” he exhales. “I really needed this too.”

I smiled. “I can tell.”

“Smart ass.” He says.

He gives me a look like he’ll hit me again, as punishment for being smug. I want him to. But he doesn’t. He smiles.

“I love your smart mouth.”

“Thank you,” I say.

I love your…everything. Especially your big—

“I have to see you again. Where are you staying when we land?”

“I’m not…I’m not staying. I have a connecting flight to Chicago.”

“What’s in Chicago?”

“My ex,” I say, feeling guilty.

“Ah, the fool who let you go.”

I nod.

He doesn’t untie me yet, but seems to relish holding me like that. I don’t want him to let me go either. It’s the first time I’ve really felt appreciated in a long time.

“Why are you seeing him?”

“We thought we’d give it another chance.”

“Well…I think you should not get on that plane. I think you should come to my hotel room in New York. The London penthouse suite won’t be the same without a beautiful woman in it.”

“I can’t,” I say.

“Why not?”

“I promised him.”

He nods, and then helps me off him.

He unties my hands. And puts his tie back on.

“I…” I start, but I don’t know what to say.

I want to cry, because I don’t want him to go. I don’t even know his name, but I already care far more about him than the ex who left me so callously. And long ago.

He shakes his head.

“You don’t owe me anything,” he says. “But…you don’t owe him anything either.”

With that, he leaves the restroom, leaving me alone.

Now I have a dilemma. Do I get on that plane, or do I follow this cool, blue-eyed stranger, to wherever he might be leading me? Right now, I barely even want to leave this restroom. I’m still horny. Feeling desired for once will have that effect on a girl.

I eye the purple vibrator in the sink.

Okay, I say to myself. Just one more. The world can wait!






 

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