Mile high club, the best of getting it up!!

[coachdb18]

Whether it be on commercial airlines, or like me as a private pilot, I'm SURE there are MANY titillating stories and tips of the trade for getting a little at altitude. My first introduction was courtesy of a petite nurse and co-worker, who knew how to adeptly step over my lap and do reverse cowgirl while we slipped some surly bonds...

Let us hear your stories... they're ALL good!

 

[irksomesauce]

All you gotta do is ask and I'll start a GoFundMe page to help you raise the $$ to bribe your way into the Playground, putz.

 

[Ms_Ann]

Flying has become the least sexiest thing to do.

 

[Colonel Hogan]

I had sex with plenty of hot babes in the nearly 30 years I lived in Denver. Does that count?

 

[coachdb18]

I had sex with plenty of hot babes in the nearly 30 years I lived in Denver. Does that count?

Uhm nope!

 

[Colonel Hogan]

Uhm nope!

But....but.... I measured it!!! The altitude, I mean.

 

[Rockymtnman]

Air France flight - coming home from the 2007 Rugby World Cup. Somewhere over the Atlantic I banged a chick I was talking to in the airport. She was in France for vacation. I had played a couple matches (for a club not in the World Cup) and I had nice black eye and a big slice across my nose. She asked what happened, she thought I had been mugged, told her and she said rugby guys are insane. She was 13 years younger than me I was 38 at the time. Started chatting it up, had a few beers at the airport. We were a couple rows apart but the flight wasn't anywhere near full so we sat in the back of the plane. Had the last 3 rows to ourselves. Started making out. She went to the bathroom and took her panties and tights off, she was wearing a mid-thigh skirt, grey. Came back sat on my cock and we fucked quietly as we could it was late but I'm sure one of the flight attendants saw but she just ignored us. Cool thing is we are still friends to this day. Don't mess around anymore as she got serious about being faithful to her now husband then boyfriend. But we did for a year or so. Great sex. Ass that is a work of art.

 

[magicalmoments]

Somewhere between Singapore and london. She took her panties off, we put the armrest up, spooned under a blanket, I took my cock out, we maneuvered until I slipped inside her, rocked gently together until I came. Unfortunately she didn't, cum that is.

 

[Saint Peter]

I had sex with plenty of hot babes in the nearly 30 years I lived in Denver. Does that count?

Mosquito Pass at over 13k should count. Not only was it cool up there, the air was thin. Much more challenging that some climate controlled airplane.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[LadyIris]

No :/ i don't have a private plane and the bathroom on commercial flights hasnt really been a huge turn-on

 

[coachdb18]

Like OJ said, If I HAD done it, this is how it WOULD have happened:

A petite nurse friend and I had been flirtatious for a while, and had been getting frisky in as many new and different ways as we could think of. Being a private pilot, we decided to set up for a challenge.

First, before we killed ourselves in some twisted pile of aluminum, we tested the theory that she could get naked and step over me, placing her feet beside my hips, and do the work by lowering herself on me reverse cowgirl. Tried this in the front seat of the car first, and found she needed more balance, for which the shoulder belts worked great.

Day of the flight, we took off and set out on a low travel route that would take about an hour to the destination. She started the festivities by getting totally naked, and then unzipped my fly. I was already hard seeing her stripping in the seat next to me, so didn't take long for me to be ready from a nice, but quick blow job. She did the work of taking off my shoes, socks and pants/underwear, while I continued to concentrate on the duties of flying the plane. As we'd practiced, she stepped up on her seat, both feet in the seat, and ducking down for the minimal headroom. She reached across for my shoulder belt, and stepped her left foot across my lap, and next to my left hip. That was followed by bringing her right foot next to my right hip, and lowering herself on my hard cock. The motion of the plane must have been observable from the ground, as we definitely felt the up and down, but then, we definitely were feeling the up and down.

When we finished, she cleaned me up, then herself, and she got my pants, shoes and socks back on, then her own.

We landed at our destination with huge smiles. And that was MY introduction to the club.

 

[Lancecastor]

First class from Toronto to Vancouver, Air Canada, evening flight.

Front row, right side, window seat.

As I board, I see my seat-neighbor, a black haired dark-eyed women in her mid thirties, dressed all in stylish black...heels, hose, skirt, silk blouse. Very attractive.

An MBA at an investment house, as it turns out. Excellent conversationalist.

We order drinks and it turns out our stewardess is an old acquaintance from law school who has kept her stew job part-time in the years since graduation for the free travel for life perq and the Air Canada pension plan.

She feeds us with more booze than we've asked for (god bless her !) and me and my seat-make start getting touchy-feely.

Stew invites us up to the cabin to see the Moon-Venus conjunction in the nite sky...very cool...the black haired woman becomes friendlier when back in our seats, stroking my cock through my pants under a blanket while whispering erotic scenes in my ear.

We land in Vancouver, shit-faced loaded.

I have a lover waiting for me to go to Blackcombe....black haired woman has a lover waiting for her to go to Whistler.

So we slip in to the handicapped washroom in the secure area and I fuck her from behind, she bent over the sink, smiling at me in the mirror while she cums.

Good flight.

 

[hashtag46]

So we slip in to the handicapped washroom in the secure area and I fuck her from behind, she bent over the sink, smiling at me in the mirror while she cums.

Did you two do a good 'handicapped' impersonation?

 

[Rightguide]

So we slip in to the handicapped washroom in the secure area and I fuck her from behind, she bent over the sink, smiling at me in the mirror while she cums.

Good flight.

Meanwhile, some poor dude waiting outside in a wheelchair is elevating himself to new heights by crapping his pants.

 

[silver gurl]

First class from Toronto to Vancouver, Air Canada, evening flight.

Front row, right side, window seat.

As I board, I see my seat-neighbor, a black haired dark-eyed women in her mid thirties, dressed all in stylish black...heels, hose, skirt, silk blouse. Very attractive.

An MBA at an investment house, as it turns out. Excellent conversationalist.

We order drinks and it turns out our stewardess is an old acquaintance from law school who has kept her stew job part-time in the years since graduation for the free travel for life perq and the Air Canada pension plan.

She feeds us with more booze than we've asked for (god bless her !) and me and my seat-make start getting touchy-feely.

Stew invites us up to the cabin to see the Moon-Venus conjunction in the nite sky...very cool...the black haired woman becomes friendlier when back in our seats, stroking my cock through my pants under a blanket while whispering erotic scenes in my ear.

We land in Vancouver, shit-faced loaded.

I have a lover waiting for me to go to Blackcombe....black haired woman has a lover waiting for her to go to Whistler.

So we slip in to the handicapped washroom in the secure area and I fuck her from behind, she bent over the sink, smiling at me in the mirror while she cums.

Good flight.

You have such an imagination.

 

[EternalFantasy]

I have not done it on a plane. I'm quite dismayed by that.

 

[Lancecastor]

You have such an imagination.

Sorry to hear your idea of a sex life is having Italian sausage plans.

 

[Not Normal]

I have not done it on a plane
I have not done it on a train
I have not done it with Pam
I have not done it with Ann
I have not even done it with Myself
Sam I am

 

[Ms_Ann]

I have not done it on a plane
I have not done it on a train
I have not done it with Pam
I have not done it with Ann
I have not even done it with Myself
Sam I am

There's always tomorrow.

 

[La damnee elle la licorne]

 

[silver gurl]

Sorry to hear your idea of a sex life is having Italian sausage plans.

Sorry to hear that you have to use penthouse forum type letters, to make up a sex life.

 

[Fata Morgana]

Early nineties, first class from East Midlands to Cork. Aer Lingus, afternoon flight.

Middle of plane, left side, window seat.

As I board I notice a familiar looking guy already seated. Walking past I smile and notice he has a huge erection. Embarrassed I quickly take my seat next to a blonde handsome, extremely fit looking man. I notice his feet are constantly moving with nervous energy. I wonder at first if it's flight nerves but suspect it's something else.

We begin to chat after take off and that's when I realise the our steward is a distant cousin of mine on my father's side. He brings us way more booze that we asked for, pints of Guinness, glasses of Baileys, plates of white puddings even which gets the pair of us pretty riled up pretty quickly.

O'Stew invites us back to the kitchen to watch the white puddings being prepared, this is very erotic and when we return to our seats the air is electric with sexual energy. He slides his hand up my skirt (tight and short) ((the skirt, not his hands)) and I swing my leg over to straddle him. Suddenly he throws me off into the aisle, raises his arms, moving his head from side to side rapidly, and then I notice something. His legs are moving so fast the breeze from his trousers blows my hair right back. I can barely see the blur of them as he flies up and down the plane. I have never seen anything like this before in my life. By this time Cousing O'Stew had plucked out his fiddle and was playing like a man possessed. People were clapping and cheering in their seats. At the finale he pulls me up with him, links arms and we spin madly and then stop before staring at each other panting.

People, I have just witnessed in first incarnation of what was to become Riverdance. As our plane touched down Flatley grabbed me and kissed me hard and told me he had to get off the plane as soon as possible to get started on writing all this down. He thanked me for the inspiration and that's the last I saw of him.

I landed in Cork, red faced with delight, still slightly tipsy from the Guinness and white puddings. I noticed again the tall, dark handsome guy from earlier, staring hard at me. Erection still throbbing. I was still turned on from all the jigs so I followed him when he cocked his head at me to do so. We approached the disabled toilet but airport security were nearby. My co-conspirator spied an old lady in a wheelchair left unattended, probably waiting for her husband in the queue or something, deftly tipped her out, threw me into the wheelchair and placed a blanket over my knees. Needless to say in under a minute we were fucking wildly in the disabled loo. He had me bent over sink and as he smiled at me in the mirror I then realised who he was. Pierce Brosnan.

I'd only been fucked by Bond in the disabled lav and inspired the greatest dance phenomenon the world was to see shortly.

Good flight. Prefer Ryanair though.

 

[SmileyAsswipe]

I've not done it in a plane, but I've done it WITH a plane. Does that count?

 

[EternalFantasy]

I've not done it in a plane, but I've done it WITH a plane. Does that count?

Was she that large?