My ticket to the Mile High Club with a stranger [FM]

I usually don’t stand in the check in line because I do it online but somehow I was not able to on that day. So I slowly advance and look behind me and I see this well dressed tall man. He caught my eye because who wears a trench coat and dress shoes to a 7 hour international flight? And also he was sexy. I couldn’t stop looking at him and I’m surprised he never caught me checking his ass. I get to the check in counter and spent 15 minutes there because of technical problems. Fun. I finally get everything sorted and pass through security check. I walk around and settle with having a glass of wine before boarding. Funny enough, I was wondering if the guy beside me was going to chat me up. I mean, a girl sitting alone at a bar drinking white wine is an opportune moment to ask her if she wants to fuck in the bathroom, no?

I finish my wine and walk to the coffee shop stand. As I stand there contemplating if I really need a muffin, I hear someone say “So I guess they finally fixed your ticket” and it was Trench Coat guy. As he comes closer I see how fucking handsome he is. Tall, obviously fit, cute smile, and phenomenal ass. So ended up talking for an hour until we had to board (we were going on the same flight) and exchange numbers. We settled into our seats and I receive a photo of two empty seats beside him with a message “Hey, there are two empty seats beside me, you should come over :)” and I did everything a sex-deprived, mid-twenties, single girl would do. I grab my stuff and sit beside him.

I honestly wasn’t expecting much from meeting him. I’ve never hooked up with a stranger before. I mean yes, I bang with guys that I meet on Tinder after just sending a eggplant emoji but this was different. So as we’re talking, I slowly realize this is my chance. This is my chance to join the highly acclaimed Mile High Club. A few hours of flirting, he slowly grazes my thigh with my scarf over both of us. He slowly climbs higher, very slowly. The sexiest thing was that this was done without words. He lightly touches my breast and nipple and I could feel getting wetter and wetter. He slips in hand inside my tank top and grabs my breast and I can’t help myself but let out a small moan. I always had a soft spot for assertive men and I could tell he was one. I let him know that I am getting wet and he instinctively goes does and puts his hands between my legs and puts enough pressure for me to ask him if he has a condom. He looks up and tell me yes.

He stands up and goes to the overhead compartment, grabs a condom and tells me to meet him in the bathroom in a minute. I’m anxiously waiting for the 60 seconds to pass and finally open the door. He sits me down on the closed toilet seat, unbuckle his belt. I failed to mention that Trench Coat was a black guy and my first black guy as well. You heard all those rumors about BBC’s but in that tiny bathroom, I finally saw it for the first time in my life. His cock was definitely on the bigger spectrum, circumcised. Just fucking beautiful. And I did not hesitate to take him in my mouth. I mean I haven’t had sex in 3 1/2 months, cut me some slack. And boy did I fucking tried to take him all the way in my mouth. I slap his dick onto my tongue and proceed to spit on it. I looked up and he was clearly happy to know that I knew exactly how to suck a cock. So I put my hand on his wet shaft, my mouth on the head and did any self-respecting slut would do. But it did not last long until he puts the condom onto his dick. He looks at me, stands me up, pulls down my leggings and turns me around.

To say that I was surprised by how much he can stretch me out is an understatement. I let out a small squeal when he entered me and he fucked me like the world was going to end. The best part was when he bent me even more and held my hips so I could feel every inch of him. He turns me around so I’m facing the counter and mirror. We lock eyes in the mirror and he proceeds to fuck me hard. Ugh, just thinking about it makes me wet. And after a few minutes, he grabs my hips harder, his mouth opens and lets out a groan. He pulls out and gives me a quick peck before we both clean up. We slip out of the bathroom with a few seconds interval.

We spent the rest of the flight fooling around quietly. Or so we thought until the grandpa behind us gave Trench Coat a nudge when we left the plane…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9t4qbz/my_ticket_to_the_mile_high_club_with_a_stranger_fm