Did I just join the mile-high club?

Turns out A2’s father is some big executive with a mining company.  This company owns a corporate jet.  This jet is just happening to be going to the Gold Coast for two days to pick up his dad.  There is a beach there and it’s warm. Do we want to go?  He’ll yeah!  Lucky I brought a couple of swimsuits with me just in case. This is the case!

Margaret and A2 and I arrived at Essendon private airport just outside of Melbourne to find a sleek white Cessna Citation waiting for us in the hangar.  Aboard were two pilots and a hostess, who offered us an Australian sparkling wine called ‘Deviation Road’.  This was the fruitiest, creamiest champagne I’ve ever tasted, and within thirty minutes, the party on the plane had well and truly started.  The luxurious off white calf leather seats faced each other, one each on either side of the aisle.

Margaret and A2 could not keep their hands off each other.  She got up and sat on his lap. They needed to get a room.  They acted as though the hostess and I were not present. 

We had just reached cruising level when A2 nonchalantly put his hands under Margaret’s skirt and slid her panties down under her dress, over her thighs and let them fall to the floor. The hostess, who was sitting in the seat next to me on the other side of the aisle began giggling when she realised what was happening.  She could not take her eyes off Margaret’s skirt which was magically moving rhythmically where A2’s hand was located. Margaret had tilted her head back and was kissing A2 and her hips began to sway and grind ever so slightly.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the hostess adjust her undergarment with her hand beneath her grey long woollen slacks.  Her hand rested just that extra second on her crotch.  She gulped down the remaining champagne in her glass and was fixated on Margaret’s gyrations.

I too was feeling the effects of the altitude and alcohol and getting turned on by this oblivious duo.  With alcohol courage, I reached out across the aisle and offered my hand to the hostess. She took it and I gently tugged.  She stood up and I pulled her onto my lap.  She copied Margaret by sitting on my lap and turning her head back toward me and we also began kissing.  She shifted her hips slightly, and I put my hand down the front of her pants, beneath her panties and onto her furry mound.  She shifted her hips forward and opened her legs just enough for me to feel the top of her slit. I slid my index finger down over her hardening clit and manoeuvred it into her moist vagina.  Her tongue found mine and as they intertwined, her hips started gyrating.  I flicked my finger from side to side over her clit and back into her vagina to collect the ever gathering fluid that was lubricating my actions.  Within seconds, she moved away from my mouth and tensed up, pushing her bottom firmly into my lap.  She let out a small gasp and then pulled my hand out of her pants and turned to kiss me again. 

Except for the suppressed whine of the engines, there was silence in the cabin. Deafening silence and when I looked up, Margaret and A2 were staring at us with their mouths open.

It turned out that they had been simulating having sex as a gag and were incredulous at what we had done.

I wasn’t sorry.  I think I had just joined the mile-high club.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vcewie/did_i_just_join_the_milehigh_club

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