“ Welcome to Boston. The flow time is approx. 7:00am, and the temperature is a coolheaded 45 degrees. We will be taxiing a few Thomas More minute, so please hitch seated until the police chief has turned off the secure seat belt star sign. Have a nice day in Boston."came over the plane speakers.

As I was waiting for my bag to arrive, Ylena secretly blew me a buss from across the carousel, mouthing thank you as her young man was pulling her bag off the line.

I winked at her and couldn't help reminiscing about what happened on my"Redeye"flight….

I arrived at PDX for my late-night flight to Bean Town the customary"two"hr before the flying departed. The airdrome was empty at 8:00pm on a Tuesday night in July. After passing through security measure, I headed for my gate. I arrived at the gate with enough prison term for a duad common cold brews.

It's a crime to commove $ 8.00 for a pint of beer. I was halfway finished with my beer, alternating between watching planes ingest off and people watching when I heard,"I will feature a Cape Cod please."I turned my header to travel along the representative and took a two-fold issue. There was a gorgeous brunette sitting a couple seating down from me. She caught my regard, looked at me and smiled. I turned my attention back to the runway where a 747 was landing. I finished my pint and asked the"beer"bid for another. This clock time I turned to hitch her starring at me. I finally spoke,"Hi !"

She responded in kind. I took a pair of drinks before speaking again."Are you on the red-eye to Boston ?"

After I said that, I thought to myself. ‘ Idiot ’, of line she's on the red-eye why else would she be sitting here.

"Yes,"she replied."I hate these overnight flying. They screw up my nap pattern,"she continued.

I took another swig, and said"Yeah, I here ya. It's so damned hard to catch some Z's on planes."

She finished her boozing and ordered another. After a beer and ½ duty called and I went to use the wash room. I was feeling a little buzzed from the alcoholic beverage and thinking if maybe this will be the escape where I join the exclusive"international mile High Club ”. I often fantasized about sex on an airplane. Part of the excitement is the boot associated with the possibility of getting caught. I finished relieving my vesica and headed back to the bar. I still had 45 minutes until boarding.

After hoisting myself back on the bar stool, my bar mate asked me where the restrooms were. I responded and used my exponent digit to place the way.

I finished my dry pint. The"beer"tender asked if I wanted another. I looked at my watch again and determined I had time for one more.

My bar-mate returned. Her face looked a lilliputian redden. Apparently, the vodka was taking affect. She finished her second beverage and turned to ask me if she had prison term for another. I glanced at my lookout again and said,"We have about 30 minute of arc before boarding. I think you have enough time."

She said,"Great ! !"She then asked the bartender for one more.

"I'm Brian,"putting my hand out for a shake.

She moved her hand towards mine and said,"I'm Ylena."

"Elena ?"I ask, not sure of whether that was mighty or wrong.

"Ylena with ‘ Y ’,"she repeated.

"That's a beautiful epithet,"I Department of State.

She responded,"I will let my mother know. She really loves my name."

"Flight 1512 to Boston will begin boarding in 15 proceedings,"came over the aerodrome utterer system.

I had about ½ of beer left and Ylena had only taken a span of sips from her freshly poured drink.

"I already have quite a buzz going from the late two deglutition,"Ylena offered."It looks like I'm going to cause to flap down this one,"she continued.

I chuckled a bit and responded jokingly,"Don't vexation. I will dribble you to the plane if you can't walk."

"Don't gets your Leslie Townes Hope up, I think I can walk just mulct,"she said with a chortle of her own.

I finished my beer, paid my outrageous tab, letting the"beer"tender know my feelings about the highway robbery of $ 8.00 per beer."I better use the john one Sir Thomas More time before boarding,"I say to Ylena."It will be a while before they let us get up and use the bathroom."

"goodness idea ! I salutary do the Same,"Ylena commented."I'll see you on the plane."

rental my lizard drain, I started imagining ( hoping ) this would be the time my"mile senior high club"fantasy comes true. When I take"redeye flight"flights, I always try to get a seat at the spinal column of the plane. One reason is hoping someday I will get to live my fantasy, and the former if the flight of stairs not full, I usually get a whole row to myself.

"flight of steps 1512 with non-stop overhaul to Hub of the Universe is now fix for boarding. Please have your boarding pass out and useable to the gate meeter,"came over the boarding area. I got in line, and was desperately looking for Ylena. I didn't see her as the railway line got lowly and it was almost my bout to board. My intellect was convincing me she had way too a good deal to drink and was puking or passed out in the comfort station. Finally, it was my time to board and still no Ylena. I immediately thought another trip without joining the"Mile highschool lodge ”.

I found my seat and my distrust were right. No one else was in the row ; I had it all to myself."Damn ! ! Where's Ylena ?"

The lowest few passengers were coming aboard, and the flight attendant announced that everyone was on table and the doorway was being closed.

‘ jack'I thought. She must give birth gotten really sick."Everyone must be seated before we can exit the gate area,"was announced. I fastened my seat belt and was reading the in-flight magazine when I heard,"I bet you thought I was sick."

I turned to my impart and Ylena was walking by my row. She stopped a few rows up, looked back at me and smiled. I was relieved she was okay. I was also euphoric that my fancy still might come to fruition.

return off was normal, and after we reached cruising altitude, the skipper announced he was turning off the seat belt polarity and we were free to move about the cabin. I immediately unbuckled mine and headed toward Ylena. When I reached her, she must receive known I was going to come up. She had a big smiling on her fount, and she was chuckling.

"When did you plank the woodworking plane,"I boldly asked.

"I have an MVP calling card and boarded with First Class,"she retorted.

‘ I looked for you when I was in demarcation. When I didn't see you, I thought you must have gotten vomit,"I told her in a concerned tone."When I didn't see you board, I thought you passed out."

"Thank you for being concerned about me,"she responded in a smartass step."I'm a big girl and can treat my alcohol just fine."

"Great,"I said."Why don't you come back to my row ? No one else is sitting in it and I will buy you another drink."

She looked at me inquisitively, deciding whether she should or shouldn't.

"Come on, it's a foresighted flight,"I say."Let's test whether or not you can handle your alcohol."

She unbuckled her seat belt, got out of her seat and followed me back to my row. I sat in the aisle and she by the window. We chit-chatted a few min before the flight tender made it back to our row with the swallow cart.

"May I get you two something to drink in ?"Stephanie, one of our flight tender, asked.

"I'll have Cranberry/Vodka,"Ylena said. That is a ness Cod, but Ylena figured Stephanie wasn't a barman, so she made it easy on her.

"I'll have red wine,"I said.

Ylena immediately changed her mind."On second thought, I will have red wine-colored also ”, she told Stephanie.

Stephanie handed us our wine and said,"That's $ 10.00."I my Visa card and included an supererogatory $ 2.00 for her. Of course, she responded that it wasn't requirement to tip. I told her I understood, but we will want more later."She said,"No problem. The plane is one-half good, so just hit the outcry button when you want another."

We poured the wine-colored into the plastic cups and clanked them together saying"Cheers."

We chit-chatted a few to a greater extent arcminute while we sipped our wines. After the glasses were one-half empty, I knew it was now or never if I wanted to realise this fantasy get along true.

In my beer and wine-coloured induced state of mind, I said to Ylena"Are you a member of the ‘ Swedish mile High Club'?"

"What airline has that sponsor flyer program,"she asked.

I was dumbfounded. Ylena doesn't know what the Roman mile gamey club is, I thought to myself. Interesting ! !

"The statute mile high school guild is not associated with any particular airway,"I say."You don't get miles or trips or prizes, and it doesn't price anything to join,"I continue coyly.

"Well, what's peculiar about joining this clubhouse,"Ylena asks as she sips another deglutition of wine.

"Do you two need another chalk of wine,"I hear from behind me.

I turned my top dog, and said,"Yes Stephanie, that would be great."

Stephanie left, and Ylena repeated her question.

"The Roman mile High social club ”, I start to say when Stephanie returned with our wine-coloured. I handed her my Visa card, when she said,"These are on the house. I'll be back to check on you in a footling bit."

We both said thanks, and I commented."See, it does pay to tip."

"Ok. Now what about this naut mi High golf club ? ”, Ylena questioned again.

I motioned her to incline closer to me. I explained what the social club was and what it takes to join. Ylena stayed motionless for a few second base, and then moved away from me. It was calm for a few second base after that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to outrage you,"I stated. She looked at me ; a big smile came over her face. She motioned me to prompt closer. Much to my surprise, she planted a big, erotic kiss on my sassing. Instantly my rooster felt the jolt of excitement.

"That sounds very, very naughty,"she said in a low sultry voice."I'm getting wet thinking about it."

"I'm not getting wet, but it is having that ‘ male person'affect on me,"I retort.

With that she glanced down at my crotch and could see the"tent'already formed. When I travel at Night, I purposely wear button down dungaree with no underwear, making easier admittance if needed. With her heart fixated on the tent I was forming, she reached out and grabbed a hold of my throbbing member.

"WOW ! ! You're fix for some legal action,"she said.

bazaar is comely, so I reciprocated and moved my hand to her genitalia. Once she saw me moving my hand, she spread her legs. The second my finger's breadth touched it, she let out an audible moan. She was already wet.

"I can regress the WOW ! !"I said."Are you wearing any panties ?"I continued.

"I never wear panties,"she replied."Where do we go from here,"she whispered to me.

"move your tray down from its tush,"I commanded."Here's my Methedrine, set them both on the tray."

The woodworking plane was almost all nighttime, except for a few night owls reading. I stood up and opened the overhead bin to grab a couple pillows and a cover, and put the arm rests up.

I put my arm out, as if to hug her, and asked to slew closer to me. She now sat against my shoulder, and I put my arm around her.

"wrench your pants down ”, I instructed her. She complied with my instructions and I put the blanket over her soundbox. I put my hand under the mantle and found her wetness. She started to groan. She spread her legs and turned her head towards me. I unbuttoned my pants, just enough so she could grab my hard cock.

"That feels awesome Ylena,"I whisper to her.

I continued my play of her very wet kitty. I ran my eye finger up and down her wet puss very slowly. She was moaning louder and her breathing was becoming shallower.

"Do you know what you're doing to me,"she asks incoherently.

"YES ! !"I respond."Enjoy it ! !."

After a few transactions of teasing her, I found her clit and trapped it between my index digit and middle finger's breadth. I began making circular question. She was obviously in another domain now. She started bucking, moving her ass on and off the seat. She was closelipped to cumming.

She kept repeating,"OH MY GOD ! ! OH MY GOD ! !"

She opened her eyes, turned her head looked up at me and said,"I'M release TO FUCKING CUM RIGHT NOW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Boy did she ever ! ! Her unanimous dead body was shaking. We ran into a little turbulence and she was making her own. My script was soaked. I slowly stopped my assault on her wet lips and held my hand and against her hammock until she stopped convulsing. She released my cock for a moment, enough to catch her breath and give thanks me over and over again. I took this opportunity to taste her nectar. I brought my fingerbreadth to my wind and inhaled it like sniffing the fragrance of a fine wine. It was an acute aroma. I think the rider a few rows up could smack it. I put my finger in my mouth and licked them clean.

"God you taste unbelievable,"I lustfully said to her."I can't get enough."

She tossed the blanket to the side and her beautiful wet pussy was exposed to the re-circulated air. I reached down and slipped my fingerbreadth into her wet hole. I brought those to my mouthpiece and enjoyed the taste again.

She grabbed my cock, and with lecherousness in her eyes she said,"YOU NEED TO FUCK ME right hand NOW ! ! !"

Just then I heard a voice to my left."Yes, you need to FUCK her ! !"

It startled us both. Ylena sat up and reached for the mantle to cover herself. I turned my straits and saw Stephanie, our gracious flight attendant, sitting across the aisle. Her peg were spread, and she was slowly rubbing her nylon covered snatch.

I turned a few tad of red. And I didn't have to await to hump Ylena was just as embarrassed.

Stephanie repeated,"She definitely needs to experience your punishing cock inside her ! !"She continued,"Come with me I can help."

We were both obviously still aroused. I tucked my tool back in my jeans. We both got up and followed her around the nook to the gage cookhouse. Once there, she pulled a curtain across so nobody could see in. Then she got on the phone to the early flight of steps attendant up battlefront and told her the john was plugged up and to make an announcement that the back bath was going to be shut down for the remaining hr of the flight of steps. The other flight accompaniment did as instructed.

By now, my pecker had become semi-hard. Stephanie looked at me and said,"You can't fuck her like that."

And in one motion, she dropped to her genu, pulled my pants down, and took my pecker in her oral cavity. A few long, wet throw and I was ready again. She pulled off my cock, and it hit my belly. She then went over to the jump seat where the flight attendants sit during subscribe to offs and landings. She pulled it down and instructed me to sit down. She then turned to Ylena and said,"He's all yours love ! !"

Ylena looked at my backbreaking cock, smiled and removed the blanket covering her, and pulled her shirt up past her tits. There was a little more light in the rachis galley than the seats. Ylena's body was better than I thought. Her tits were strong and her teat hard as pencil erasers. Her pussy tomentum was still glistening with the wetness from her acute orgasm. Stephanie couldn't help but notice also.



"You're gorgeous ! !"she said.

Ylena came over to where I was sitting and stuck her tits in my face. I reached up with my hands and grabbed them. I started squeezing them and alternating sucking each nipple. Her external respiration was intensifying. She slowly turned around and stuck her angelic ass in my face. I squeezed and kissed each impertinence. She then moved it slowly down my pectus, past my stomach and proceeded to bestride me. She had dried out a little bit, and Stephanie noticed it wasn't going in how she wanted it to. She moved to Ylena and said,"Let me facilitate honey."

Stephanie then she stuck her middle and index digit in her mouth to wet them. Seductively making a fucking movement, after they appeared to be wet enough for her, she moved them to Ylena's pussy and proceeded to insert them in her slit. Ylena began moaning as Stephanie was penetrating her sex. It didn't take long before you could take heed the succus flowing. She pulled them out and told Ylena,"fucking HIM NOW OR I WILL ! !"

There was no way Ylena was going to give Stephanie the opportunity. She slid her ass down to my cock, and it went in like a hot knife going through butter.

"Your hard turncock feels soooo good,"Ylena moaned as she slowly fucked me. .

"Yeah babe, nice and slow,"l moan back.

I heard a buzzing sound. I looked over to Stephanie and she decided to conjoin the fun. She had removed her nylons, pulled up her skirt and was using a vibrator on her pussy.

Ylena noticed as well and started fucking me harder.

"I'm not going to be able to defy out much longer ”, I state.

"YEAH, FUCK HIM HONEY ! ! FUCK HIM GOOD ! !"Stephanie piped in.

I looked over at Stephanie and her centre had that"glazed over"facial expression like she wasn't going to be capable to take on much retentive either.

God her ass feels great as I help her move up and down my wet pole."OH SHIT ! ! YEAH ! ! here I CUM ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"Ylena yells as her pussy squeezes my cock.

"ME TOO !"I say back as my cock shoots encumbrance after load into her wet, orgasming pussycat."AH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"I moan as my cobbler's last loading farewell my body.

Stephanie yells out,"MY TURRRNNNNNNNNN ! ! !

She was a squirter. Cum started streaming out of her pulsating twat a estimable metrical foot in front of her. It went on a few seconds as her torso finally stopped spasming..

Ylena's breathing continued to trade union movement as she turns her head to me and speaks fragmented,"I'm -- still -- -cumming. Can you -- palpate me ?"

She stopped fucking me and sat on my lap with my stopcock still inside her."Yes, I can still find you spasming,"I respond.

After what seemed like 10 arcminute, she stopped orgasming. My dick had already begun its descent to formula size of it, and when she sat up, it flopped out and hit my leg. Man it was wet ! !

Stephanie came over to me and put my semi-hard cock in her mouth again. She sucked it up and down a few times, taking the final few drops of the cum that remained in my stopcock. Not to mention lapping up Ylena's juice. She then stood up and kissed Ylena on the sassing, hugging her close at the same fourth dimension. She told me to stand up and did the same to me.

"Thanks for the beneficial flight I've had in a while,"Stephanie told us both.

"This is the skipper. We will be beginning our decent into the Boston expanse in a few minutes. If you need to get up and use the restroom, now would be a good time,"came over the intercommunication system.

"We have few minute before he turns on the sign. Do you mind if I fuck him now,"she asks Ylena.

Ylena responded,"I think he will postulate some help getting ready."My hammer was in no condition to properly bonk Stephanie.

With that Ylena dropped to her genu and wedge my cock in her oral cavity. With the opinion of becoming a Mile high school night club phallus twice on one flight, and her proficient tool sucking, I was hard in seconds.

"I think that will do,"Ylena stated.

Stephanie had been playing with herself while Ylena was getting me ready and was aroused and fix to take me. She turned her ass toward me, knack over and braced herself against the paries with her hands.

"screw ME baby ! ! FUCK ME HARD ! !"she commanded me.

I jammed it in her. She let out a burden groan. Ylena was encouraging me,"THAT'S IT. FUCK HER HARD. SLAM THAT HARD COCK INTO HER. MAKE HER SCREAM…"

Stephanie repeated Ylena's postulation,"YES ! ! YES ! ! FUCK ME HARD. living GOING ! ! DON'T STOPPPP ! ! !

She was almost at the point of hyperventilating."I'M CUMMMMIINNNGGGGG ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"she yelled.

She was squirting again I could find it against the shaft of my cock, as well as the droplets hitting the floor.

Her snatch was squeezing whatever cum I had left into her. My cock was getting subdued fast, and Stephanie lifted off me. Apparently, I still had some cum dripping out, and Ylena didn't miss a beat. She immediately licked it up, making surely not to leave out a free fall. She then put my softening cock in her mouth like Stephanie did and"cleaned"me off.

"Lady's and gentlemen, as you can tell we've begun our decent into Boston. I'm turning on the fasten buttocks belt sign. Please return to your seats and puddle sure your tush belt is securely fastened. We will be landing shortly,"the sea captain said.

Ylena and I composed ourselves, and staggered back to our seats. We were spent. Stephanie dressed and started making cooking for landing. When the other flight co-occurrence made her way down the gangway collection cups and garbage, she noticed Stephanie wobbling a bit as she made her way past her to the presence. I couldn't hear what was being said, but it looked liked the early flight attendant was worried about her health. Stephanie waved her off and continued to do her job.

The plane landed safely at Logan International airdrome. Stephanie was greeting rider as they were deplaning. As I passed her, I said"Thanks for GREAT table service ! ! I've never been on a redeye flight flight of steps wearing a flight attendant was so attentive to my needs."

Stephanie responded,"You're very welcome. seed fly with me again."I could secern her lad accompaniment seemed puzzled.

Once in the gate area, Ylena hugged me and kissed me. She had to do it then because, apparently, she had a boyfriend, and he was meeting her in the baggage claim arena. We exchanged business concern identity card and headed separately to the baggage area….

"Excuse me sir, that's my bag,"broke me out of my resonant trance.

"Sorry,"I respond as I step aside.

Finally, my bag arrived. I looked to see if Ylena was still in the baggage field. She was walking hand and hand with her boyfriend.

Hopefully she's going back to Portland on my flight..