So I just returned from a business trip to Australia. Had a fabulous time – work was successful and I caught up with a few girlfriends that currently live in Australia.
But one of, and the most interesting juicy story of my two weeks away is……. an event that I’m most proud of… that I’d love to tell my friends about, but I don’t think anyone would understand, is my new membership. I have joined the Mile-High club! I’m 42 years old, and I’ve had my first sex-on-an-airplane experience. It was delicious. Just thinking about it gets me excited all over again. Ladies, it works both ways – don’t believe all the porn films or just the men’s stories – sex on a plane can be equally, if not more fulfilling for you too! The passion, the desire, the risk.. mmmhh mmmhh mmhhh, so good.
Here is how it happened. The plane was going to be full, as the flight attendant kept saying over the loud speaker. Over and over again, make room for everyones bag, plane is full. However, there was an empty seat between me and another woman, “aisle girl” is what we will call her from now on. The plane was finished boarding, and Aisle Girl and I commented on how lucky we were to have an empty seat between us on the flight. Then, a handsome man, handsome in a young, unshaven, dark hair, olive-complected way, asked my seat mate for access to his seat. Even though he was handsome, I was disappointed – I truly only care about 3 things when I travel – wine, entertainment, and my sleeping pills. I love to sleep on the airplane…just my thing.
Anyway, he sits down. I’m sure he sees our disappointment. Personally, because I care about sleeping, I don’t really care to speak with other folks while on the airplane. I consider it my personal time, my personal space. Given this, I had my headphones on, watching a movie. It took FOREVER for the drink cart to come around. By the time it did, I ordered 2 glasses of wine (2 plastic clear cups of wine is what they gave me). The flight attendant said they would be back around before dinner…. I knew that what she said was true, but that it would take just as long (an hour), so asked again for the 2 glasses. This young buck next to me took the opportunity to say hello… we did the obligatory “Hello I’m sitting next to you for the next 14 hours” small chit chat, then I put my headset on and continued my movie. But then dinner came, I took my headset off, and the small talk started again.
We chatted while eating.. he happened to be a recent law school graduate. He went to school in Australia but was from Canada. He was headed home to get a job. I’ve forgotten his name, as well as the name of his Canadian home town, but it’s really not relevant to this story, now is it? 😉 We talked a bit about what I do, what I was doing in Australia… etc. It was good conversation. We had another drink, chatted some more…
Now before I go into the details, let me remind you what is going through my head, or what I live with everyday. I a single woman in my 40’s. I’ve been single for a while. Most men I meet that are within 10 years of my age and are either too young, or already married with children. Both typically have zero interest in me. I’m not a typical “good looking girl” – I’m not tall, or slender, and I am carrying around a few or 20 extra pounds (but I have a great smile and can talk to just about anyone!). Needless to say, most men just don’t see me, they look right through or past me. And I’m used to being overlooked. I get it, it’s just part of life right now.
With that said, after the flight attendants came to clear the trays, Mr. Middle Seat planted one on me. He reached over, cradled my head in his big hands, and gave me one of the best, most passionate “stranger” kisses I’ve ever had. I was shocked. It took me aback and took me a few seconds to figure out what was going on – I thought he was cute, but hadn’t felt any energy or sexual tension between us. Obviously I was wrong. Wow. Immediately I felt the sexual tension… We spent the next few minutes kissing… then we cover each other up with the blankets provided and begin to feel each other up. His dick is so hard, my juices were flowing. He was touching me, rubbing me, his touch both soft and hard, in all the right places. When I think back to it I shudder (in a very good way).
For being so young, he was so confident. We fooled around for a while in our seats. He was very good, like he had done this before, or I was in need of some relief, or both… Either way, the tension grew, and he finally said that he couldn’t take it anymore and suggested we take care of it. Somehow, together, we got up from our seats – we had to ask “Aisle Girl” to move so we could get out. The flight attendants were not around, so we snuck (how sneaky we were I’ll never know) into the bathroom together. First time I’d been in an airplane bathroom with anyone else. When two people want to be together, there is an amazing amount of room in that bathroom. We had time to experience each other in three ways – standing, me on the bathroom counter, and then me on top of him on the toilet (seat down). Not sure how long we were in there, didn’t feel like a long time, but god did it feel good.
Once we got ourselves together, composed ourselves, we left the bathroom and walked to our seats. “Aisle Girl” let us back into our row… I proceeded to pass out (due to the wine, ambien, and sexual satisfaction)… I slept for most of the way home..
When I woke up, we spoke.. had a pleasant conversation over breakfast. Yep. He was still a cutie. We landed.. ended up getting off the airplane at different times… Because we are from different countries we ended up in different Customs lines. Once I got through customs I grabbed my bags and ran to my next flight. I never saw him again after I deplaned. I’m pretty sure I won’t see him again, which is a shame, because he was good and I could use another experience (or 100) like that again.
So, in the end it just happened. I wonder if the sparkle in my eye will get me some more “Mile High Club” experiences sooner rather than later, or if its a once in a lifetime experience – something wonderful that happens to you when you are least expecting it.