Chapter 7: The Sleeper (Arnie)
It isn’t often that Arnie finds himself afraid to fly. He flies all the time as flight attendant. But after last week’s turbulent flight and rocky landing, he found himself nervous. Fiddling with his tie as he attempted to get ready for work in the morning, his wife asked him if he was okay. “I am okay,” he said, flatly, not wanting to get into the details of it right before he had to leave.
He tucked his carry-on away neatly, like he does when he boards the plane every day he works, and takes a sip of cold water. It soothes him for a blissful moment before his nerves return to him. His partner on the flight is a young girl named Camila. She reminded him of his wife at home and therefore he took a liking to her. He found safety in her because of this, too.
“Cami, I’m glad to see you,” he told her as she was tucking her bag away in the overhead compartment. Her blazer lifted, exposing her midriff. He looked but made sure to look away quickly so that she would not see.
“Are you still feeling nervous?” she asked him, sitting down in a seat and tugging at her stockings. He wanted to say no and carry on as a strong, unafraid man but his connection to her made him fold completely.
“Very,” he said. “But I’m going to try and move on, I know there will be many more flights like that in my future if I stay in this business.”
She nodded in agreeance then poked her head out the curtain to see if anyone was around.
“If I’ve had a rocky flight, sometimes I take one of these before the next one. You know, just to relax me a touch.” She outstretched her hand and exposed a small, white tab of some sort. He didn’t know what it was but he trusted Camila. He snatched it from her hand and swallowed it. He sipped his water as he waited for the Pilot’s orders to begin. After a few minutes he felt his body relax, slowly, and his mind began to get cloudy.
Camila appeared at some point in front of him asking him if he was okay to which he responded “of course.” He went through the motions of the first two flight services, passing out mini cookies and bags of nuts, a drug-induced smile painted on his face. The pill was strong and he wondered how in the hell Camila could take it and still function properly. They had hit a streak of no service needed so he meandered back to his seat and buckled up.
“You don’t need to be buckled for this portion,” Camila said, sitting down next to him and resting her petite hand on his thigh.
“I know,” he said, “that was a strong pill. I’m just feeling a bit… off.” He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He imagined the plane tearing through the crisp blue skies, soaring high above the troubled world. Camila interrupted him.
“But are you less nervous now?” she said, squeezing his leg, reminding him that she was still touching his thigh.
“Less nervous, yes. Much more high though,” he laughed, admitting that the pill was a lot for him to handle. “Maybe I should have some coffee,” he thought aloud. Camila jumped up and grabbed him a cup of coffee. He sipped on it a bit before dozing back off in his seat.
“Wake up,” Camila was grabbing his shoulder and shaking him madly. “Wake up!” she was screaming in his face now. His heart was thudding wildly in his chest—he had dozed off from the pill and was awoken to a shaking. When he opened his eyes he saw Camila was no longer shaking him but that they were all shaking. “Turbulence,” she shouted over the noise of the wind grabbing the plane and slamming them around in the sky.
This could not be happening again, he thought to himself, rebuckling his belt and bracing himself. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and in the panic around him felt a sense of euphoria pour over him. He should be up helping but he felt glued to the chair. His adrenaline and his fear prohibited his ability to get up and move. Camila’s voice became muffled for a few minutes and then came back to him, clearer and cleared.
“Quiet,” she said, her tone sounding calm and almost sultry. “You’ve got to be quieter,” she said again. Arnie opened his eyes, afraid to find himself in ruins, afraid to find out he had blacked out and they had crashed. He wasn’t sure what he’d find when he opened his eyes but he knew he had to open them. He slowly opened them, peering about cautiously.
He looked down to see his erect penis pushing into Camila, who had her skirt up to her waist and was bent over in front of him, backing up to his cock. His hands were gripping her waist as if his life depended on it and he felt his thighs burning, a sign that they had been going at it for some time. His brow was dripping with sweat as he pounded Camila’s sweet pussy from behind. He looked around him—they were in the lavatory in the back of the plane. He looked to the left of him and saw Camila’s sweet tits swinging freely, her blouse completely opened and her hair no longer in her usual bun.
“Oh Jesus,” he muttered as he continued to push his length in and out of Camila’s sweet spot.
“I know,” she whispered, “it feels so good for me too, Arnie. I’m getting close.”
Still not completely aware of what had happened, he kept ramming himself into her as she released muffled squeals of pleasure until she became to orgasm, biting her own arm to silence her intense pleasure. Not knowing why he was fucking her but knowing from his extremely rigid dick that he enjoyed fucking her, he slipped his cock out of her gap and into her asshole and pushed inside of it hard. She was tight and she lurched forward with the first thrust and he came in a way that can only be described as violently. He reached forward and grabbed her throat, pulling her head back towards him and ramming his member so deep in her ass that she let out a small cry.
When he was done she stood up, her eyes wide with excitement.
“I had no idea you wanted to join the Mile High Club with me,” she said, looking like a kid on Christmas morning.
He tucked himself back in and splashed water in his face. “Am I dreaming?” he asked, a look of pure confusion on his face. Camila jokingly punched him in the arm.
“The pill is wearing off,” she said.
“What did you give me?” he asked, still confused.
“I didn’t want you to worry but it made you fall asleep and when I woke you, you weren’t really all there yet so I teased you, you responded and then led me to the lavatory.”
He had an immense sense of guilt for fucking Camila but he was no longer anxious or worried and now he had opened the door to fucking her in the future.
Maybe the Mile High Club was a good place, after all.
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