There is a lot of backstory that the reader may want to hear at another time, but the synopsis of the events leading up to my third mile high club experience is as follows:
The first thing you should know about me is I am promiscuous af. Second, you should know that one of my biggest kinks is exhibitionism. As for the story, after a rough and recent breakup, a coworker (“Eric”)–he’s my superior, but not my boss–and I just started hooking up this week at a work trip after over a year of sexual tension. He’s kind of gorgeous, and knows how to use the D. Since Thursday, we have probably had sex 10 or more times; we couldn’t get enough of each other. On our flight home home yesterday we were kind of fooling around under our blankets, and well, let’s just say one thing led to another….
We were watching a movie in the back of the plane and the beverage cart had just passed us to start drink service. I knew from my previous experience, that I would have at most 10 minutes to pull this off, and decided to take a shot. Yes, I know I can probably end up in jail if I get caught, but hey, I’m 3 for 3 now with no criminal record.
Once I slipped into the lavatory, I took a picture of the door from the inside and AirDropped it to Eric via Bluetooth with the message, “Knock twice.” While we were petting each other, we talked teasingly about joining the mile high club (I didn’t tell him I was already a member). I honestly wasn’t sure if he would take me up on the offer and decided I would wait for 2 minutes before going back to my seat.
Not a minute after I sent the message I heard a quick double knock and I slid the latch open, hoping I wasn’t about to open the door to an elderly vacationer hit with a sudden case of IBS.
It was Eric. I swiftly pulled him inside our tiny new sex cave.
Oh, I forgot to mention what I was wearing. I tend to dress down for airplane flights, so I had on a pair of yoga pants, a tank top, and some tennis shoes. My hair was tied up in a messy bun. I’m a blonde right now.
“So, what’s your plan here?” Eric asked with a knowing grin.
“Shut up and kiss me, stupid.” I pulled his head down and pressed my lips against his. I parted his lips with my tongue, and slipped into his mouth, as our hands explored.
Eric pulled away, “this is so fucking hot.”
“Shhhh–you know this is against the law right?” He should. He was a lawyer.
“Now are we doing this or what?”
I think I could see him contemplating the risk of ending up in airport jail and whether it was worth it or not. But not long after, he leaned in and kissed me hard.
My response was to pull at his shirt and slip my hands underneath to feel the skin on his back, nails digging in the more our mouths met.
My tank top was quickly pulled up over my bra and his shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his muscular torso. The bathroom was so small all he had to do was lean to pin me against the sink. It is was so small!
I was sure a few minutes had already passed, and was worried we were going to miss our chance with too much foreplay.
“Hurry.” I panted, as he slid his hand into the waistband of my bottoms and palmed my sex. He moaned quietly into my ear as my wetness enveloped his fingers and as my own hand squeezed the prominent bulge in his own pants.
His thick finger found my entrance and pushed inside, almost too roughly, making me gasp. His thumb simultaneously rubbed my clit, and he used his other hand to yank my bra cups down to expose my bare nipples to the cabin air pressure, and began to fondle and suck them as I struggled to get Eric’s jeans unzipped and pulled down to his knees. Eventually, I successfully freed his cock from it’s confines and it stood at attention, just like I needed it to do.
“Put it in.” I gasped, as he hit my spot.
“Is that what you want?”
“Yes!” I whispered, begging. Nodding so he knew I needed it.
“Beg for it, baby.”
“Oh my God, you suck!” I scolded. “We need to be quick!” I repeated as I shimmied my yoga pants and thong off, sat on the very edge of the sink and spreading my legs as far as the walls would allow. “Please…fuck me, Eric.”
With that, my pussy was suddenly filled with cock.
My walls parting as Eric bottomed out inside of me, and molding around his girth–taking his entire length.
“Fuck—” I said. His beautiful abs flexed with each new thrust as I took my new lover’s cock. My legs were draped over Eric’s biceps as he held them in his arms. Every new movement pushing us closer to our respective climaxes.
“Unh… unhh… mff…mmph…mmmm.” Each thrust forced air and moans through my clamped lips. I watched as my pussy lips were split open repeatedly by Eric’s swollen shaft. I squirmed as he brought me dangerously close to orgasm, one hand on the back of his neck, the other pressed against his abdominals.
I forgot about time, simultaneously hoping he was as close as I was and also that it would never stop.
“God you’re so fucking wet…” He muttered under our shared breaths.
“Oh my god…” I moaned, both sets of lips now trembling. “Fuck, your cock feels so freaking good–”
Before I finished my sentence, Eric lifted my hips from the sink so I was suspended in mid-air as he fucked me, my hands hanging onto the rim of the sink. My foot hit the door and made a sound. Fuck.
“Stand up, turn around.” Eric ordered, pulling out. I gained my footing before I turned and leaned over for him, standing on my toes so he was angled at my entrance again.
Eric grabbed two handfuls of my ass, and without assistance drove his cock back into me. His strokes weren’t long due to the room, but he still had speed, as he quickly hammered his tool into my dripping hole. I held onto the sink for dear life.
I looked up and into the mirror to watch myself get fucked by this amazing specimen. His athletic, muscular torso straining under his exertion. My tits bounced as he grabbed my hair bun and pulled me up to suck on my neck from behind. Our eyes met, and suddenly it was here.
“Yes, yes, yessss, fuck me baby.” I whispered breathlessly. “I’m gonna…your gonna make me…” With that my eyes rolled back as my mouth widened without sound and the pleasure from Eric’s cock overtook my very soul.
Over way too quickly, my sentience returned, and I asked him where he wanted to cum.
“Get on your knees.” He commanded.
Not one to disobey, I slid as quickly as my wobbly legs and the space allowed to my knees and opened my mouth for him.
Eric wasted no time and filled the newest available hole, thrusting with abandon, but careful enough so I didn’t gag and make noise.
“Take my cock, baby. Take it!” He uttered quietly.
I looked up at him as much as possible, encouraging him to unleash his present for me.
Both of his hands now entwined in my messy bun, he used his arm strength to bob my head up and down the length of his throbbing member. I could still taste my own orgasm every second that my lips remained attached to his member.
“Oh fuck—” was all the warning he gave before a jet of cum shot down my throat. My hands steadied his ass while he bucked, pumping is spunk onto my tongue. I was amazed he kept quiet through it all.
I made sure he was fully spent before swallowing the last of his DNA.
I was a sweaty mess, and my hair and makeup was everywhere.
How the hell we didn’t get interrupted and/or arrested, I still don’t know. But I missed him last night and he’s coming over today.
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Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ny8jan/fm_rejoining_the_mile_high_club_with_my_coworker
Extremely hot ?and very sexy