Celeste sat down in her seat, strapping the belt over her lap. She dreaded seeing who would sit next to her. It was a short flight, but rolling the dice with a stranger seemed to not work in her favor.
Several attractive men came down the aisle, one-after-one, but none of them took a seat next to her. She frowned and waited. When it seemed like everyone had boarded, she sighed with relief.
She had the row to herself.
But then another group boarded, and she held her breath. Certainly she was going to get a very chatty old lady or a smelly person. She wasn’t about to get someone who wanted to mind their own business.
When it seemed like everyone would pass her, a man stopped and looked up at the seat numbers. He shoved his bag into the overhead bin and smiled at her before sitting down.
“Hello,” he said.
“Hi.” She gave him a friendly smile.
He scrolled through his phone while they waited for the cabin doors to close and the announcement to come through that everything needed to go into airplane mode. In the meantime, she pulled out a romance novel she was reading.
She got through a full chapter before the plane took off. It wasn’t until the seatbelt sign dinged off that she saw any movement from her neighbor. He glanced over at her, staring at the book, and she knew he was reading the title. It was a typical romance book with a sexy cover. He smiled and turned back to his phone, which he was now using to listen to music.
“Do you like to read?” she asked.
He popped an earbud out of his ear. “Excuse me?”
“Do you like to read?”
“Yes. Occasionally. Good book?” He gestured toward the one she now had closed on her tray table.
She shrugged. “It’s pretty good.”
“Lots of sexy parts?”
A blush crept up her neck. “Yes.”
He smiled. “I could tell.”
“How?”
“You fidget and turn red, presumably when a sexy part comes up.”
“How do you know it’s a sexy part?”
“I’m not sure why else you’d be doing that.”
She gestured around them. “Maybe because we’re on an uncomfortable plane and my back hurts.”
He took his other earbud out and put it in the case along with the first, before turning slightly in his seat to face her.
“Or, maybe it’s because you read a dirty part.” His voice got low, “So? Tell me what it was about.”
Celeste lifted her lips in a half smile before turning her body toward him and gesturing him closer. He leaned in, and she put her lips up to his ear, almost touching.
“The heroine, let’s call her Celeste, is about to join the Mile High Club.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Oh, really? Do tell.”
“So she meets this incredibly handsome man on the plane. His name is Jason.”
The man looked at her, his eyes narrowing more as if he were accusing her of reading his mind. Her eyes flashed to the name ‘Jason’ engraved on the outside of his AirPod case.
She continued, “So Jason follows her to the restroom when she gets up to go.”
“This Jason is pretty presumptuous, huh?”
“I suppose so. But, so is she.” Celeste winked at him. “She lets him into the bathroom with her, and the space is so tight, they’re immediately pressed up against one another, leaving very little to the imagination.”
His throat grumbled.
She smiled. “His cock strains against his pants and presses into her belly. But they know they can’t take too long or people will know what they’re doing.”
“They don’t waste any time then, huh?”
“Nope. No time at all. He’s quickly yanking up her blue skirt.”
Jason’s eyes darted to the blue skirt that Celeste was wearing, and he shifted uncomfortably.
She smirked. “He tugs her red, lace panties to the side and stares at her bare pussy. His fingers eagerly slide along the folds to feel that she’s wet with want.”
His pupils appeared to consume his eyes, making them look black with need. Just how she wanted it.
“Her leg hooks around his hip, and she guides him into her. He doesn’t hesitate to thrust into her… harder… deeper.”
He swallowed audibly.
“A knock on the door sounds, and they know they’ve been in there too long.”
“So what do they do?” he asked.
“She says, ‘Give me a minute, all right?’”
He laughed.
“Then she reaches around him and takes hold of his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze, while he continues to pound into her. They are no longer worried about people knowing they’re fucking.”
“Their bodies must be slapping loudly.”
“So loud,” she whispered.
He leaned closer. “So what happens next?”
“His dick perfectly presses against her g-spot until she’s coming apart on him. He must hold her up as her orgasm washes over her.”
“He probably likes that.”
She let her lips brush against his ear. “He does. He loves it. So much so that he cums into her, thrusting wildly until he plants every seed.”
A breath rushed from his lungs as if he had been holding it for far too long. He leaned back and cleared his throat, adjusting in his seat. The bulge in his pants strained against his jeans.
She watched him for a minute, completely satisfied with herself before standing up and motioning that she wanted to move out into the aisle.
He stood up and let her out, and she shimmied past him into the aisle to head toward the restrooms. Turning back, she gave him a small smile and glanced at his tightened jeans to make sure he saw her look before looking back up at him.
“By the way, my name is Celeste.”
She turned and walked toward the bathroom, only throwing a small glance over her shoulder once she reached the vacant restroom to find him following her.
**To read more about Celeste’s adventures, visit my bio for a link to her blog.**
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xl5don/mile_high_club_sexy_fantasies