“ Welcome to Boston. The current time is approx. 7:00am, and the temperature is a coolheaded 45 degrees. We will be taxiing a few more minutes, so please halt seated until the maitre d' has turned off the fasten seat belt sign. Have a nice day in Boston."came over the airplane speakers.

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

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

I arrived at PDX for my late-night flight to Boston the customary"two"hours before the flight departed. The airport was empty at 8:00pm on a Tues night in July. After passing through security, I headed for my gate. I arrived at the gate with decent time for a couple frigid brews.

It's a crime to shoot down $ 8.00 for a pint of beer. I was halfway finished with my beer, alternating between watching planes claim off and citizenry watching when I heard,"I will birth a Cape Cod please."I turned my promontory to travel along the voice and took a twofold payoff. There was a gorgeous brunette sitting a duad hindquarters down from me. She caught my gaze, looked at me and smiled. I turned my attention back to the runway where a 747 was landing. I finished my dry pint and asked the"beer"tender for another. This time I turned to enchant her starring at me. I finally spoke,"Hi !"

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

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

"Yes,"she replied."I hate these overnight flights. They screw up my kip design,"she continued.

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

She finished her boozing and ordered another. After a beer and ½ duty called and I went to use the public toilet. I was feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol and thought if maybe this will be the flight of steps where I join the exclusive"nautical mile High clubhouse ”. I often fantasized about sex on an airplane. Part of the agitation is the thrill associated with the hypothesis 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 toilet facility were. I responded and used my index finger to head the way.

I finished my 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 little blush. Apparently, the vodka was taking affect. She finished her second drink and turned to ask me if she had clock time for another. I glanced at my watch again and said,"We have about 30 minutes before boarding. I think you have enough time."

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

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

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

"Elena ?"I ask, not indisputable of whether that was rightfield or wrong.

"Ylena with ‘ Y ’,"she repeated.

"That's a beautiful figure,"I commonwealth.

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

"Flight 1512 to Boston will begin boarding in 15 minutes,"came over the airport speaker unit system.

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

"I already have quite a bombilation going from the previous two drinking,"Ylena offered."It looks like I'm going to have to bang this one,"she continued.

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

"Don't gets your promise up, I think I can take the air just okay,"she said with a chuckle of her own.

I finished my beer, paid my outrageous tab, letting the"beer"attendant know my touch about the main road looting of $ 8.00 per beer."I considerably use the can one more time before boarding,"I say to Ylena."It will be a while before they let us get up and use the bathroom."

"Good thought ! I better do the Lapplander,"Ylena commented."I'll see you on the plane."

Letting my lizard waste pipe, I started imagining ( hoping ) this would be the time my"mile gamey club"phantasy comes dead on target. When I take"Redeye"flights, I always try to get a tooshie at the binding of the plane. One reason is hoping someday I will get to survive my fancy, and the former if the flying not wax, I usually get a totally row to myself.

"escape 1512 with non-stop armed service to Beantown is now ready for boarding. Please have got your boarding pass out and available to the logic gate attendant,"came over the boarding country. I got in line, and was desperately looking for Ylena. I didn't see her as the melodic line got pocket-size and it was almost my turn to instrument panel. My mind was convincing me she had way too a lot to drink and was puking or passed out in the restroom. Finally, it was my time to table and still no Ylena. I immediately thought another trip without joining the"Mile High golf club ”.

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

The terminal few rider were coming aboard, and the flight attendant announced that everyone was on control board and the doorway was being closed.

‘ dogshit'I thought. She must hold gotten really sick."Everyone must be seated before we can leave the gate country,"was announced. I fastened my seat belt and was reading the in-flight magazine publisher when I heard,"I bet you thought I was sick."

I turned to my left 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 fantasy still might come to fruition.

yield off was convention, and after we reached cruising ALT, the captain announced he was turning off the fundament belt foretoken and we were unloosen to prompt about the cabin. I immediately unbuckled mine and headed toward Ylena. When I reached her, she must take in known I was going to come up. She had a big smile on her face, and she was chuckling.

"When did you control board the plane,"I boldly asked.

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

‘ I looked for you when I was in line. When I didn't see you, I thought you must ingest gotten sick,"I told her in a concerned tone."When I didn't see you display panel, I thought you passed out."

"Thank you for being concerned about me,"she responded in a smartass whole step."I'm a big girl and can handle my inebriant 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.

"seminal fluid on, it's a long flight,"I say."Let's examination whether or not you can handle your alcohol."

She unbuckled her seat knock, got out of her seat and followed me back to my row. I sat in the aisle and she by the windowpane. We chit-chatted a few minute before the flight attendants made it back to our row with the drink cart.

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

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

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

Ylena immediately changed her thinker."On endorse opinion, I will have red wine-coloured also ”, she told Stephanie.

Stephanie handed us our wine and said,"That's $ 10.00."I my Visa placard and included an extra $ 2.00 for her. Of course, she responded that it wasn't necessary to tip. I told her I understood, but we will desire More later."She said,"No trouble. The carpenter's plane is half full-of-the-moon, so just hit the call push button when you want another."

We poured the wine into the plastic cupful and clanked them together saying"Cheers."

We chit-chatted a few Thomas More minutes while we sipped our wines. After the glass were one-half discharge, I knew it was now or never if I wanted to fix this fantasise do true.

In my beer and wine induct state of mind, I said to Ylena"Are you a member of the ‘ Mile High nine'?"

"What airline business has that frequent flyer program,"she asked.

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

"The Mile heights Club is not associated with any particular airline,"I say."You don't get international mile or trips or trophy, and it doesn't cost anything to join,"I continue coyly.

"fountainhead, what's special about joining this club,"Ylena asks as she sips another drink of wine.

"Do you two need another looking glass of vino,"I hear from behind me.

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

Stephanie left, and Ylena repeated her question.

"The Swedish mile high night club ”, I start to say when Stephanie returned with our wines. I handed her my Visa notice, when she said,"These are on the house. I'll be back to check on you in a lilliputian bit."

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

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

I motioned her to list unaired to me. I explained what the baseball club was and what it takes to join. Ylena stayed motionless for a few moment, and then moved away from me. It was quiet for a few s after that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean value to pique you,"I stated. She looked at me ; a big grin came over her face. She motioned me to strike closer. Much to my surprise, she planted a big, erotic candy kiss on my back talk. Instantly my pecker felt the saccade of excitement.

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

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

With that she glanced down at my genitalia and could see the"tent'already formed. When I travel at nighttime, I purposely wear button down blue jean with no underwear, making easier memory access if needed. With her eyes fixated on the tent I was forming, she reached out and grabbed a hold of my throbbing member.

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

bazaar is just, so I reciprocated and moved my deal to her private parts. Once she saw me moving my handwriting, she spread her peg. The second my fingers touched it, she let out an audible moan. She was already wet.

"I can return the WOW ! !"I said."Are you wearing any panty ?"I continued.

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

"Move your tray down from its seat,"I commanded."Here's my chalk, set them both on the tray."

The plane was almost all dark, except for a few night owls reading. I stood up and opened the command processing overhead time bin to snaffle a couple pillows and a blanket, and put the arm rests up.

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

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

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

I continued my play of her very wet slit. I ran my middle finger up and down her wet slit 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 min of teasing her, I found her clit and trapped it between my index digit and midsection digit. I began making circular motion. She was obviously in another world now. She started bucking, moving her ass on and off the prat. She was close 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 GOING TO piece of tail CUM right field NOW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Boy did she ever ! ! Her unit consistence was shaking. We ran into a petty upheaval and she was making her own. My hand was soaked. I slowly stopped my assault on her wet mouth and held my hand and against her hummock until she stopped convulsing. She released my cock for a present moment, enough to catch her breath and thank me over and over again. I took this chance to taste her nectar. I brought my fingers to my olfactory organ and inhaled it like sniffing the fragrancy of a OK wine. It was an vivid odour. I think the rider a few rows up could smack it. I put my fingers in my mouth and licked them clean.

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

She tossed the blanket to the incline and her beautiful wet pussycat was exposed to the re-circulated air. I reached down and slipped my finger into her wet yap. I brought those to my mouth and enjoyed the tasting again.

She grabbed my hammer, and with lecherousness in her optic she said,"YOU NEED TO screw ME RIGHT NOW ! ! !"

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

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

I turned a few specter of red. And I didn't have to bet to jazz Ylena was just as embarrassed.

Stephanie repeated,"She definitely needs to have your surd shaft inside her ! !"She continued,"semen with me I can help."

We were both obviously still aroused. I tucked my peter back in my jeans. We both got up and followed her around the box to the back up galley. Once there, she pulled a curtain across so nobody could see in. Then she got on the phone to the early flight attendant up front and told her the toilet was plugged up and to make an annunciation that the back bathroom was going to be shut down for the remaining minute of the flight. The other flight attendant did as instructed.

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

And in one motion, she dropped to her human knee, pulled my pants down, and took my pecker in her back talk. A few long, wet strokes and I was ready again. She pulled off my pecker, and it hit my belly. She then went over to the saltation prat where the flight attendants sit during film offs and landings. She pulled it down and apprise me to sit down. She then turned to Ylena and said,"He's all yours honey ! !"

Ylena looked at my hard shaft, smiled and removed the blanket covering her, and pulled her shirt up past her tits. There was a little to a greater extent light in the dorsum ship's galley than the stern. Ylena's body was better than I thought. Her tit were firm and her pap hard as pencil erasers. Her pussy fuzz was still glistening with the wetness from her intense sexual climax. Stephanie couldn't service but observation also.



"You're gorgeous ! !"she said.

Ylena came over to where I was sitting and stuck her titmouse in my face. I reached up with my script and grabbed them. I started squeezing them and alternating sucking each mammilla. Her external respiration was intensifying. She slowly turned around and stuck her angelic ass in my font. I squeezed and kissed each cheek. She then moved it slowly down my chest, past my breadbasket and proceeded to climb me. She had dried out a slight bit, and Stephanie noticed it wasn't going in how she wanted it to. She moved to Ylena and said,"Let me avail honey."

Stephanie then she stuck her midsection and index finger's breadth in her sass to wet them. Seductively making a fucking motion, after they appeared to be wet enough for her, she moved them to Ylena's pussy and proceeded to tuck them in her cunt. Ylena began moaning as Stephanie was penetrating her sex. It didn't take long before you could hear the juice flowing. She pulled them out and told Ylena,"nookie HIM NOW OR I WILL ! !"

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

"Your hard cock feel soooo good,"Ylena moaned as she slowly fucked me. .

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

I heard a buzzing sound. I looked over to Stephanie and she decided to join the fun. She had removed her nylon stocking, pulled up her skirt and was using a vibrator on her kitty-cat.

Ylena noticed as well and started fucking me harder.

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

"YEAH, ass HIM love ! ! FUCK HIM GOOD ! !"Stephanie piped in.

I looked over at Stephanie and her eyes had that"glazed over"look like she wasn't going to be able-bodied to control on a good deal longer either.

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

"ME TOO !"I say back as my cock shoots load after lode into her wet, orgasming cunt."AH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"I moan as my go encumbrance leaves my body.

Stephanie yells out,"MY TURRRNNNNNNNNN ! ! !

She was a squirter. Cum started streaming out of her pulsating bitch a secure foot in front of her. It went on a few seconds as her body finally stopped spasming..

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

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

After what seemed ilk 10 moment, she stopped orgasming. My hammer had already begun its descent to convention 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 lip again. She sucked it up and down a few times, taking the finale few bead of the cum that remained in my cock. Not to cite lapping up Ylena's juice. She then stood up and kissed Ylena on the sass, hugging her finish at the same meter. She told me to suffer up and did the Saame to me.

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

"This is the captain. We will be beginning our decent into the Hub of the Universe surface area in a few minutes. If you need to get up and use the restroom, now would be a good meter,"came over the intercom.

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

Ylena responded,"I think he will need some help getting ready."My dick was in no circumstance to properly bonk Stephanie.

With that Ylena dropped to her human knee and deposit my stopcock in her mouth. With the cerebration of becoming a Mile high gear nine appendage twice on one flying, and her expert cock 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 prepare to drive me. She turned her ass toward me, bent over and braced herself against the wall with her hands.

"FUCK ME BABY ! ! FUCK ME HARD ! !"she commanded me.

I jammed it in her. She let out a lode moan. Ylena was encouraging me,"THAT'S IT. FUCK HER HARD. jibe THAT HARD hammer INTO HER. shuffle HER SCREAM…"

Stephanie repeated Ylena's request,"YES ! ! YES ! ! FUCK ME HARD. KEEP release ! ! DON'T STOPPPP ! ! !

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

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

Her cunt was squeezing whatever cum I had left into her. My shaft was getting soft 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 sure as shooting not to neglect a drop. She then put my softening putz in her sassing like Stephanie did and"cleaned"me off.

"madam's and gentlemen, as you can tell we've begun our decent into Hub of the Universe. I'm turning on the fix seat belt sign. Please return to your hind end and make sure your seat belted ammunition is securely fastened. We will be landing shortly,"the captain said.

Ylena and I composed ourselves, and staggered back to our seats. We were spent. Stephanie dressed and started making preparations for landing. When the other flight attendant made her way down the gangway collecting cup and refuse, she noticed Stephanie wobbling a bit as she made her way past her to the front. I couldn't hear what was being said, but it looked liked the other flight accompaniment was apprehensive about her health. Stephanie waved her off and continued to do her job.

The planer landed safely at Logan International Airport. Stephanie was greeting passengers as they were deplaning. As I passed her, I said"Thanks for GREAT serve ! ! I've never been on a redeye flight flight wear a escape co-occurrence was so attentive to my needs."

Stephanie responded,"You're very welcome. seminal fluid fly with me again."I could state her fellow attendee 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 area. We exchanged line of work bill of fare and headed separately to the baggage area….

"self-justification me sir, that's my bag,"broke me out of my reminiscent trance.

"Sorry,"I respond as I step aside.

Finally, my bag arrived. I looked to see if Ylena was still in the baggage area. She was walking mitt and bridge player with her boyfriend.

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