The Beautiful Kind

We were flying back home. We had already spent six hours in the airport, and were in the middle of a 13 hour flight in an enormous double-decker airplane.

The lights were dim in the plane, the window shades were down, and most folks were dozing in their seats. That was Beau’s cue to bring up Belle’s Mile High Club request.

For some reason I thought this was a fanciful idea, and not to be taken seriously. Personally, I hate going into those tiny airplane lavatories and avoid it if at all possible. In fact, I tend to avoid most cramped, germy places thousands of feet in the air. So I decided to take a pass.

But Beau would not be deterred. He told me he was going to go stretch, and that I needed to go into one of the bathrooms and not lock the door, and that he would slip in after me. I was definitely nervous someone would see us. “What’s the worse that can happen?” he asked me. “A flight attendant knocks on the door? We get kicked off the plane?”

Fine, I had nothing better to do. I got up and nervously did as he instructed. I stood in the tiny loo and he stepped inside. Wow, we both fit. We locked the door and started making out. Then he pulled up my shirt and sucked on my tits. I sat on the toilet and he yanked down his pants and I sucked his cock, which was already rock hard with excitement. Then he switched places with me and sat down and I lowered myself on his cock, facing away from him. Success!

I rode him for a few minutes like that until my thighs quivered, then we called it quits. Shaky and out of breath (not to mention GIDDY) we pulled up our pants. He took his leave, then I followed suit. We met back at our seats, all grinning and glowing. I’m so glad I did it. Even without orgasms it felt great, and really did break up the long journey, way better than The Bucket List movie. And I guess we can cross that off our list, ey?