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Re: Airscrew: Or How I Joined The Six Mile High Club
anyway, I will finish what I have started out for all to read.
She sighed and shuddered and her hips moved gently and rhythmically. The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting attention was not forgotten, despite our extreme passion. This need forced us to perform using hard pressure and firm small movements; she thrust hard against my equal and opposite series of nudges. My instincts desperately wanted me to pump every last drop of my spunk into her as quickly and violently as possible, but my intellect made me want to prolong this ecstasy. The discipline of doing it slowly and quietly, so as not to attract attention, made it easier to prolong the excruciating pleasure without climaxing. Curiously I have always found that the longer and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until the crucial moment of a mutual climax. I was able to relax and savour the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful fellow traveller. I forced my left hand between her waist and the seat until my left forefinger could just reach past her bush to the hot spot at the top of her slit which I correctly guessed would fire her climax. We were now locked together and so overcome with desperate excitement that at that moment neither of us would have cared if all the passengers and crew were watching, although we kept straining against each other and moving slowly with great force to avoid attracting unwelcome attention. I could feel her muscles pulling and rippling at my straining hunk of meat that I cruelly rammed into her with as much force as I could manage. She had superb muscular coordination and was able to achieve what few women I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of sucking me into her with muscular ripples of her vaginal walls. I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep, deep wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of my juice as deep into her as I could. As I felt my ejaculation erupting I ruffled her clitoris. She shuddered and bucked and her internal muscles rippled along me forcing out the last small jerks of spunk. We subsided against each other quite breathless and trying not to pant loud enough to attract attention. Our fuck had only taken ten minutes; I glanced nervously over my shoulder and saw a stewardess's head rapidly disappear behind the galley curtain. Had she realised what we were up to? No way of telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look she gave us later, I suspected she had guessed! I wondered how often the back seat of this cabin was consummated by new members of the "Six Mile High" club and whether aircrew ever join this club for fun (considering they have many more opportunities than even us frequent business travellers). So thinking, I dozed off still clutching Karen tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying stickily against her leg. We woke up knickerless and trouseless still under our blanket. The movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness, we only took a few minutes to arouse each other to another insatiable frenzy and I soon had pumped yet another generous load of cum into her willing and inviting slit. Not being satisfied with basic membership of the "Six Mile high Club" we had even found time for a second helping. The cosy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual juices: we blotted ourselves with tissues from Karen's bag. She wriggled back into her skirt, I wriggled back into my clothes, while she went to the loo to tidy herself up. She re-emerged looking immaculate (and stunning). Breakfast was served, and there was little to say after this amazing night of passion. Soon the aircraft landed, and we went our separate ways - she had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden. A peck on the cheek and a coy smile as we parted; "till next time!" I went through immigration and customs in a post-coital daze. Sadly our paths have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we would ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two strangers coming together in such total uninhibited and lustful intimacy in such an impossible place? Any other sexy ladies who would like to join the "Six Mile High Club" are welcome to fly with me - any time! It certainly makes the flight pass quickly (Caledonian Girls apply here!). |
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Re: Airscrew: Or How I Joined The Six Mile High Club
great posts!
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