Mile High Club Madness [MF]

Sometimes life is crazy.

A few months back I was on a red-eye flight from the West Coast to Philadelphia.  I had an aisle seat a few rows from the back of the plane.

The window seat next to me was empty and I thought I might luck out and have the extra space.   No such luck, the last passenger to board was a middle aged woman in a black sweatshirt that read ” Soccer Mom” with one of those tiny yippy dogs in a little cage.  I was pretty tired, and thought I hope this dog doesn’t yip the whole flight.

She was nice enough, with a deep NY accent, but a bit annoying in a high maintenance kind of way.  First she asked for help put her bag up, which was fine but then she wanted to talk. We chatted for about 20 minutes about her kids, etc and she bragged about the Eagles winning their first Super Bowl.

I told her,” It was a great game,  I have some meetings in the city tomorrow, so I’m going to try and sleep.”

I dozed off, and she tapped me on the shoulder saying sorry but she needed the bathroom, Then she woke me up again apologizing but saying she was cold by the window and asked could we switch seats.  Now I was starting to get annoyed but figured once in the aisle seat she would leave me alone. I closed my eyes, but for now the only one getting any sleep in our aisle was the little rat dog, who by the way was snoring away.

She decided to do a crossword puzzle and pulled the carry on bag down down from the bin.  Then she slammed her fist down on the bag and said, ” that fucking asshole, I knew it, I fucking knew it, Fuck!”.  All of this racket woke Fido up who started barking..

By now I wanted to slit my wrists for a few hours of sleep, but I asked her, ” What’s wrong?”.

She showed me a pair of dirty red silk panties, and said, ” I wanted a fucking pen, but this was in the pocket of my fucking husband’s overnight bag, and these aren’t mine!” She started cussing and crying.

This was rapidly turning into the flight from hell.To be fair, it had to be tough on her and I felt bad, but didn’t know what to say other than I’m sorry, I didn’t even remember her name. She got the dog quiet and started crying and ordering vodka tonics.  She apologized to me,

I said, ” no it’s ok, maybe try and sleep a bit.”
I could hear her sobbing as I finally dozed off.

I woke up to her tapping my shoulders a few hours later.  She looked like hell, her mascara was running.  She said, “I’m sorry but I just need to talk to someone and can’t use my phone.” I nodded.

She said, ” I just knew he was a cheating rat. We have three kids you know….I’m not old and ugly yet…I go to the gym every day, guys have hit on me for years and I’ve always been faithful, I can’t fucking believe this!”

Then she started crying again and asked, ” tell me the truth am I old and ugly, be honest?”

I said, ” No, not at all, ”  and she actually wasn’t.

She looked around and everyone was asleep, she said, ” I want to fucking get even, and you have been sweet, do you want a BJ?”

I said,” look I know your are hurt and stuff but this is crazy.”

Then she said in a very matter of fact voice,” No actually it’s perfect, I’ve  been stewing on this for hours. I so want to get back at him, but I don’t think I can sleep with a stranger, you are nice and here, no one will ever know, and I’ll never see you again.’

Then she reached under my blanket and began stroking my cock through my jeans.
She said, ” trust me I give great head.” I got hard fast. This was crazy all crazy. 

She said, ” Let’s wait until they take the drink cart up front.  When the cart passed she undid her bra under her sweatshirt  and said, ” you can play with these too, he paid for them.  ”

Then she bent over the seat into my lap. She slipped her head under the blanket, unzipped my fly and began blowing me.  I looked around again to confirm no one was awake and slipped my hand up her back and began fondling her big fake tits under her sweatshirt.  It was intense, the craziness of this situation and fear of getting caught was so exciting.  I erupted in her mouth and she swallowed all of it.  Then she thanked me sat back in her seat and was quiet for the rest of the flight. 

I was in a much better mood now, and still couldn’t believe this happened.  We landed and were some of the last people to deplane.  She grabbed the dog and pulled her bag down from the bin and then I saw a look of absolute horror spread across her face.

 She said, ” this isn’t my fucking bag, where did you put it?”.  Then the lady from the seat in front of us said, ” excuse me, but that’s actually my bag please.”

I said, ”  Our overhead was full so I put it in the bin across the aisle.”  She opened the other bin and there was her bag.

It’s hard to describe the  look she gave me next, it was equal parts relief and guilt. 

She said to no one in particular, “So the fucker wasn’t cheating on me, and I just blew some random guy on a plane.”

Then she gave me a wierd look, It was like her brain froze, I was half expecting her to hit me or something, but she grabbed her dog and bag and quickly scurrried away down the aisle without even a look back.

Sometimes life is crazy.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9ir1of/mile_high_club_madness_mf