Chapter 6: The Good Pilot (Mark)
I had been working as a Pilot for 15 years now, only changing airlines once in my entire career. I had seen a lot of things—heart attacks in the air, unstable passengers needing “off” when it was impossible, sketchy landings and times where I had no visibility and hugged my co-pilot upon landing. But over the last few years I had seen something completely different and completely new; a party culture among airline employees had recently emerged and it was hard to ignore.
People don’t understand the toll it takes to be away from your home and family as much as we are. We travel more than businessmen; we travel non-stop and we miss a lot of birthdays and holidays. We disappoint our loved ones often and we really don’t have much choice. It can be both lonely and depressing to be away for long stretches, even if we get to travel to places that most people only can dream of seeing. You yearn for an emotional connection; you are starved for a physical touch and you desperately need to connect with someone else’s belief systems in order to feel grounded. So, with that said, I do understand how the “party” culture has become to be.
The flight attendants are mostly younger women, with a handful of more mature women sprinkled in. They are in their sexual prime and they want attention, sex, relationships and more. The Pilots are no different as they are mostly men, they too seek all of those things. I understood it, as I missed my own family back in the UK. Though my children were grown and my wife was uninterested in me most of the time, I still missed the people that made me feel familial and comfortable. For these reasons, I tried as much as I could to request to fly with certain flight crews.
I chose the flight attendants that knew I wanted to remain a Pilot and not become a Captain (if you’re a Pilot who partakes in partying—drugs and sex—you’re a Captain) and I chose other co-pilots who shared my beliefs. I requested these crews as much as I could but sometimes, they were unavailable and I had to make due.
On this particular flight I had been assigned a few of my favorite crew members and my co-Pilot was a man on the straight and narrow called Jack. He, too, wished to remain just a Pilot though I knew he had come close to temptation a few times. This flight was important as it was my daughter’s birthday and though she cared nothing about me being around now (she is 22), I still missed seeing her face. In our pre-flight meeting we discussed logistics of the flight, as always, and did a brief “how is everyone doing” session with all of the crew.
The flight attendants working this small flight were Brianna, a petite blonde with a full sleeve of tattoos and a fit physique, and Jenny, a natural beauty who wore very little makeup and had perfectly smooth skin, naturally light brown hair which was a bit wavy, and a perfect physique that included a tight ass and a perky pair of C-cup breasts. She was sweet, warm, and reserved, despite the fact that I heard she was considering being a party girl. The loneliness of air travel takes a toll on everyone and the fact that Jenny was considering it just proved to me that it was hard for everyone.
I told the crew in our meeting it was my daughter’s birthday and Jenny, who had met my daughter once in the UK on a flight home, put her hand on my arm and squeezed my arm.
“Oh I’m sorry you’ve got to be here with us instead, Mark,” she said, giving me a warm smile.
“That’s alright,” I said, “she probably wouldn’t want to spend much time with her old Dad anyway.”
“I don’t think of you as old,” she said, her body now turned to me for a private conversation. She reached out and wrapped her hand around my bicep. “Look at this arm,” she smiled, “you’re built like a man my age.”
She wasn’t wrong. I took great care of myself in hotel gyms. It was the only thing that prevented me from going absolutely crazy. That and a lot of jerking off of course. I was 40 now which wasn’t old but to a 25-year-old I’m sure she did think of me as old, despite what she was saying. Her squeezing my arm sent a ripple of excitement throughout my body.
I smiled, unsure what to say, I turned back to the crew and ended the meeting.
We took flight, Brianna popping in here and there to see if I needed anything while bringing Jack his usual coffee and sandwich. For some reason, I could not stop thinking about Jenny. I had flown with her many times and I always found her to be insanely beautiful but today, for some reason, I really just could not stop thinking of her. When she popped into the cockpit to check on us, my heart began beating quickly, like a school boy with a crush. I told myself I was a desperate old man whose arm being touched threw him into a tailspin and it was nothing more.
Partway through the flight Pilot Jack decided to take a doze, which is something we did on easy flights. I told him I’d navigate for a bit and he pulled his cap down over his eyes, leaned back, and was out in a matter of minutes. Brianna brought me a coffee and I sipped it, looking over the instrument panel and resting comfortably in my seat. Things were smooth sailing for miles and miles ahead so I decided I would slip out to the staff lavatory. I pulled the curtain from the cockpit back and stepped up the stairs. There was Jenny.
Her hair was down, which was technically not allowed, and she was smoothing out her blazer. Her cheeks turned a bit flush when she saw me but she smiled.
“Had to change,” she said, still smoothing her blazer, “spilled coffee all over me.”
I nodded. “Your hair looks nice.” Her cheeks were definitely rosy now.
“How’s it look up there?” she asked, diverting my attention away from her beauty.
“Come take a peek,” I said, ushering her in front of me up the stairs to the cockpit. We pulled the curtain closed behind us and she stood between mine and Jack’s seats, staring out into the dark abyss.
“It never stops being beautiful,” she said, her voice low and intense.
“Try it like this,” I said, dimming the cockpit lights to intensify the dark skies around us.
“Mark,” she said, turning around to face me, Jack still snoozing peacefully next to us. Hearing her say my name was one of my favorite parts about flying with her. She had a natural eloquence and sexiness that always put me on edge.
I didn’t say anything. The moment felt electric between us. She stepped into me, her breasts brushing up against me. I was afraid if we got much closer she would feel how attractive I thought she was, as I felt myself growing.
She got on her tip-toes and leaned in, pressing her soft, full lips against mine. I felt her opening her mouth and I did too, her sweet tasting tongue gliding against mine as she rested her hands against my strong chest. We kissed with what felt like a great amount of passion for a minute before she pulled away. We were inches from one another when she said, “I like you.”
I didn’t have a chance to say anything, as she leaned in again and continued to kiss me, her kiss so deep and passionate that I couldn’t help but grow harder, this time for sure pressing against her stomach. She directed me silently to my chair where I sat down. She pulled off my hat, exposing my thick brown hair, which was shorter but somewhat curly. She unzipped the back of her skirt and it fell to the ground around her ankles, which she stepped out of before slipping off her heels. She was wearing thigh-high nylons held up by a white garter and a white lace thong. She looked like something you’d see in a lingerie catalogue.
She climbed into my lap, straddling my thighs, and leaned down and kissed me again. Her tongue moved quicker now as her horniness intensified. She wrapped her hands around my neck and held my head as kissed passionately. I could feel my cock growing to a point of no return as she slowly began grinding me in my lap.
At one point she opened her blazer and because she had spilled coffee, she had on no shirt underneath. Her breasts were sitting in a white lace bra, full and perfect, inches from my face. I leaned down to her and kissed them softly, her skin leaving a sweet taste on my lips. She reached down and unzipped my trousers, my manhood springing free almost instantly. “Mmm,”she purred, grabbing my length in her hand as I continued kissing her breasts. I managed to free one from her bra and I slipped her nipple into my mouth, gently rolling circles around it with my tongue. She moaned with pleasure as she stroked my thick, aching cock.
“I want to feel you inside me, Mark,” she spoke softly and intensely and she pulled her panties to the side, pushing the head of my cock to her soaking lips. I moaned, a noise I’d never heard myself make in mixed company before, and pushed inside of her.
She was tight and I pushed deep, feeling her juices on my cock as I did. She was so wet for me that we did not need any lube. She slowly started riding me, moaning with pleasure when I was completely inside of her. I put my hands on her breasts which were both out of her bra now and squeezed gently. “Kiss me,” she directly calmly, pushing one of her breasts to my mouth. I let her fill my mouth with her breast and nipple as I continued pushing my length in her, over and over.
She reached down into my trousers and cupped my balls, sending a wave of intensity throughout my body. My cock had never felt so hard.
“Mark,” she whispered, “you’re going to give me an orgasm.” I still said nothing but instead pulled her down to me. I began kissing the nape of her neck until our lips met again. We kissed, our tongues swirling around each other madly as I felt her lift and drop her hips more quickly now, her orgasm close on the horizon.
She pressed her lips to my ear—“now.” Within a moment I felt her aching pussy clamp down on my full cock as she began orgasming on me. Jenny’s tight pussy was coming from my big dick. The thought sent me to orgasm. I began coming, holding her face with my hands I began kissing her as we came. My cock was twitching madly as I shot my load up into this beautiful girl and she rode me harder knowing that I too was coming. When we were done, she crumpled in my lap, my dick still inside of her.
“Did you know that I like you, Mark?” she asked, kissing my neck as I softened inside of her.
“No,” I said, speaking for the first time since we began.
“I do,” she continued, “and I don’t want to be a party girl. I just want to be your girl.”
She lifted off of my lap and pulled her skirt back on and her blazer too. She slipped her feet into her heels and pulled her hair back into a pony tail behind her.
“Your cock is everything I imagined it to be,” she said, smiling and disappearing behind the curtain.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ha6xdm/the_mile_high_club_chapter_6_nsfw
Ill be honest, not the most responsible admission to the mile high club I’ve seen.