Tim & Sara Part 5 [MF]: The Mile High Club!

[Tim & Sara Part 1: I Fucked My Coworker]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddmgy/tim_sara_part_1_i_fucked_my_coworker_40sm30sf/)

[Tim & Sara Part 2: Sara Shows Her Submissive Side]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddoet/tim_sara_part_2_mf_sara_shows_her_submissive_side/)

[Tim & Sara Part 3: Planning a Vacation with Sara]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ddq5z/tim_sara_part_3_mf_planning_a_vacation_with_sara/)

[Tim & Sara Part 4: The Pre-Mile High Club!]( https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6dqbu2/tim_sara_part_4_mf_the_premile_high_club/)

Part 5: The Mile High Club

Hello Reddit! After writing this, we battled with posting it. It was way more exciting to achieve than it comes through on the page, but it is one of our adventures. Also, Sara has decided to make an edit here and there or clarify a thing or two from her perspective. You’ll see.

If this is your first time reading about us, I will give you a bit of a break down. Sara is in her thirties, a knockout 5’4” tanned and toned workout queen. With a slender frame but womanly hips. She has super long hair down to the top of her dynamite ass. She needs no makeup to look flawless. In fact, I knew her for about two years before I saw her wear anything more than lip gloss (Sara: Correction, lip gloss and some concealer if I looked like a raccoon that morning). About a month before we hooked up she had her tits done and they are beautiful, perfect on her tiny frame. Her blue eyes are intense and I can get lost in them very easily. She is also very sexually submissive. To go along with all of that, she has a fantastic personality which led us to be friends long before anything sexual happened.

I am in my forties, 5’11” broad shouldered guy. I spend a lot of time in the gym and have a body close to the one I had in my early twenties. I have a Mediterranean complexion, completely bald and a well-trimmed beard. My dick is just over 6 ½” long and circumcised (Sara: He leaves out how thick it is: 7 ½” around. I have never felt so full as when he is fucking me. Also, lucky for him, I have a big mouth in more ways than one.)

The conversations are as close as Sara and I can remember and some details are intentionally left fuzzy to protect everyone. Including my adult children, who are Redditors.

We had arrived at the airport! Flushed, satisfied and ready for out flights. We moved through security with almost no problem both of us being having done the TSA pre-check due to our work travel schedules. Sara had a bit of a moment where the screener took a bit of extra time looking at her carry-on bag through the scanner. She looked at me and rolled her eyes. She had gone to the ladies’ room to transfer the we-vibe into her carry-on from her purse. I just looked back and gave a slight shrug. She mouthed the words “Worth it” to me and blew a kiss. Evidently, a sex toy for couples is not enough to open and search luggage, so we moved into the first-class lounge and waited for our flight to be called. While we were there. I presented Sara with a gift in the spirit of our un-honeymoon; Silicone wedding rings, Made by Qalo. The served two purposes. First, it was fun. Second, I though it added a layer of protection in the event we were discovered during our naughty activities. Sara was thrilled. I got down on one knee, in the lounge and quietly asked Sara if she would fake marry me. She laughed and said “Yes” and pulled me up to kiss her. To our surprise we were showered with applause by the staff and other travelers. This certainly was not something we had expected and it caught us totally off guard. Sara did something she does not often do, she blushed. I felt rather silly as well, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell them that this was a hoax. To make matters worse. A lovely woman sitting across from us ordered two glasses of champagne for us to celebrate. We tried to refuse but she wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. She said that we reminded her of her son and his wife. At that point is just would have been even more rude to continue to refuse. So, there we sat, heads close together, sipping champagne and giggling like two kids who had just actually gotten engaged.

I could tell you the first flight went smoothly, that would be a lie. The flight itself was fine and figuring we would have a late night in New York, I decided to take a nap. Not sure how long I had been sleeping, but what I awoke to was both lovely and frustrating. I was seated in the window seat with Sara in the aisle. At some point, she had covered me with a blanket. She was turned on her side, blocking the view from the isle. Under the blanket, she had roused me from slumber by rubbing my cock through my pants while she whispered filthy things in to my ear. What a slut she was for me, how wet she was right then, how much she wanted to fuck me in front of the whole plane, and how much she wanted to lick the pretty blonde flight attendant’s pussy while I fucked her mouth. This was something relatively new. Sara identifies herself as “somewhat bisexual”. She is sexually attracted to women but has never felt like it is relationship attraction. We had discussed the possibility of a threesome with another woman and though those plans had not gotten very far. It did intertwine itself into our foreplay and fantasies.

I reached my hand out from under the blanket to her thigh and squeezed. She giggled. “Sorry, not sorry.” She giggled again and bit my earlobe lightly before settling back into her seat with her book. I sat there with a raging hard on willing myself to relax. Sara looked over at me and then down to my nether region and smiled again. She was very pleased with herself. I shook my head looked to the ceiling. Trying to get the image of her and the pretty flight attendant out of my head.

We landed in New York’s LaGuardia. Stayed the one night in the Big Apple. Just enough time to get dinner, see Hamilton (benefits of working for a multinational soulless corporation), and fuck each other’s brains out pressed against the glass of our hotel room overlooking Broadway. That story is for another time.

After a lazy morning, another lovely sexual escapade and a small bit of sightseeing we arrived at New York’s JFK. We were flying an Air France Boeing 777-300ER to Paris. We specifically choose that airline and that vessel because of the [La Premiere cabin]( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3yXVVOQ42R0). The seats lay down and there is a curtain for privacy. The mile-high club is a great fantasy, but after some research, the idea of fucking in a filthy airplane lavatory was not appealing to either of us. Hence, Air France JFK to Charles de Gualle, the red eye.

We were anxious again, checking in. It was getting real. The thrill of it. The perceived danger. We were seated on the left side of the first-class cabin treated with a bottle champagne and we tucked in. Surreptitiously scanning to see who would be joining us in the cabin. On the 777-300ER there are only 4 seats in first class. Our chances of discovery were slim. Ultimately, we were joined by another couple, Marc and Sophie. Marc was about my height, slender. Sophie, was a tiny little thing. She was very cute with a pixy cut and big brown eyes (Sara: I think she looks a little like an older Kate Mara). They were about our age and returning to Paris from New York. Both spoke very good English and we chatted amicably. Actually, Sara and Sophie more than chatted. In fact, after a few glasses of champagne you would have thought they were old Sorority sisters. They huddled with their heads close, talking quietly, interspersed with laughter. Marc and I exchanged looks and at one point her came over and we chatted about American football and such. I found out later that the subject of the mile-high club had come up between the girls and Sara had revealed our plans for later in the night. Not something I would have done but Sara is good at reading people. Sophie’s response was *Carpe Diem*, and gave a wink. To that they toasted and drank.

Air France’s first class is top notch. Certainly, not worth the price but an unbelievable experience nonetheless. We wined and we dined and we waiting for the cabin the go dark and the flight attendants to go into “overnight mode”. Throughout dinner I would catch Sara’s eye or watch her for a moment. She would do the tiny signs that she knows drive me crazy. Biting half of her lower lip, stretching and arching her back, letting the slit in her dress ride up almost to her hip. I think I read the same four pages in my book the entire time. Eventually, we had our seat/beds made and we were changed into our airline pajamas. Cocooned in my little suite was even worse. The waiting was torture. My dick was having a Pavlovian response to someone moving in the cabin. Finally, at about two in the morning, I heard what I thought was Sara’s curtain open and shut. Then footsteps toward the lavatory. This was the plan. For her to recon the cabin and then if the coast was clear to join me in my suite. I lay there waiting my cock throbbing seemingly in time with the footsteps. A dainty hand split the curtains. There she was, somehow looking sexy in airline pajamas. Her hair in a cascade around her shoulders. My dick came fully to attention. This was going to happen. “Hey.” She whispered. “Want some company?” I didn’t respond other than to reach for her. She slid into the suite and then reached over and closed the curtains. Her hips straddled mine. In the darkness barely illuminated by the ambient light of the window I watched as she shed her top. Her pussy already grinding on my cock. She leaned over and pressed herself against me. We kissed, tender but urgent. My hands roamed up and down her back, from her ass to her shoulders, Sara was already trembling. She broke the kiss and began to nibble and lick my neck and earlobe. The she stopped and seemed to hesitate. The she said something that both scared and excited me, “I think Sophie is awake.”

I pulled my head back a bit. Trying to catch her eye. “How do you know?” I whispered back.

“We didn’t put the divider up when they made the beds. I think saw her looking at me when I got up. Maybe she is going to listen or maybe even…” She rubbed her finger in a small circle on my chest.

This made it even hotter. The idea of another passenger in on our escapade turned me on even more. My dick twitched involuntarily. Sara whispered, “I know, right?” She ground her pussy even harder on my cock. My hand went to her breast. Lightly pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers. I heard her breath catch in my ear. “I need you inside me, right fucking now.” She hissed. With that, she raised her hips off me and her hands went down to my waistband tugging. I helped her get my pants and boxer briefs down below my ass. The sight of Mr. Happy with precum leaking from the tip made her quiver. It was then a mad dash to try and silently free her pussy from its prison. It’s a good thing we are in shape else I don’t know how we would have gotten them off in our little love nest. Somehow we managed. Sara straddled me again and sank herself down on my cock. One hand rubbing her clit and the other covering her mouth. She started grinding. It wasn’t long before her pussy began to clench on me. With one hand, I grabbed her ass and squeezed. With the other, I wrapped my arm down her back and guided her down so she was laying against me. Her hand stayed over her mouth and I could hear her breath hiss between her fingers. I crushed her body against mine, moving my hips in time with hers.

I whispered in her ear, “Be a good girl and come for me.” There was a muffled moan through her hand. I felt her pussy clench and her body shook as she came (Sara: I was biting the inside of my hand to try and keep quiet. The whole scene was just so sexy. The plane, the vacation, the thought of a cute brunette getting off to us less than ten feet away. I came so fast and so hard.)

We lay there for a moment before Sara whispered “Welcome to the mile-high club. Tell me when you are close.” With that she sat up and started riding me again, her hands on my chest. I wasn’t far off. It is such a fucking turn on to watch and feel Sara cum. After just a few minutes of riding me. I covered my own mouth trying to keep the noise to a minimum. Sara, took the cue and freed herself from me. Scooting as low as she could on the bed she bent over and took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on the head her hand jacking my shaft. I tightened my hips and came. Biting my own knuckle in the process. She swallowed every drop. Even going so far as to suck the head a few more times to torture me exquisitely. Sara crawled her way up to me. Snuggling her way into the crook of my arm. She gave a contented sigh. “I am just going to lay here for a minute before I go back.” I gave her arm a squeeze. We cuddled for a few minutes before she repeated the acrobatics of getting dressed in the suite. In the morning as coffee and mimosas came around Sophie and Sara were in deep conversation and they looked over at me more than once. I just looked back and winked. *Fuck it. Were on vacation.*

EDIT: Formatting

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