“ Welcome to Boston. The current metre is approx. 7:00am, and the temperature is a chill 45 degrees. We will be taxiing a few More minute, so please stay seated until the police captain has turned off the fasten hindquarters 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 beau 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 Boston the customary"two"hours before the flight departed. The airdrome was empty at 8:00pm on a Tuesday night in July. After passing through surety, I headed for my logic gate. I arrived at the gate with adequate time for a dyad coldness brews.

It's a crime to charge $ 8.00 for a dry pint of beer. I was halfway finished with my beer, alternating between watching planes require off and people watching when I heard,"I will have a cape Cod please."I turned my brain to espouse the vocalization and took a two-base hit issue. There was a gorgeous brunette sitting a span seats down from me. She caught my regard, looked at me and smiled. I turned my tending back to the runway where a 747 was landing. I finished my pint and asked the"beer"pinnace for another. This sentence I turned to enamour her starring at me. I finally spoke,"Hi !"

She responded in variety. 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. ‘ retard ’, of course of instruction she's on the red-eye why else would she be sitting here.

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

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

She finished her drink and ordered another. After a beer and ½ tariff called and I went to use the convenience. I was feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol and thought if maybe this will be the escape where I join the undivided"Mile heights Club ”. I often fantasized about sex on an plane. region of the excitement is the thrill 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 Paraguay tea asked me where the public lavatory were. I responded and used my exponent finger to point the way.

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

My bar-mate returned. Her grimace looked a trivial flushed. Apparently, the vodka was taking affect. She finished her second drink and turned to ask me if she had 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 barkeeper for one more.

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

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

"Elena ?"I ask, not surely of whether that was right or wrong.

"Ylena with ‘ Y ’,"she repeated.

"That's a beautiful public figure,"I res publica.

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

"escape 1512 to Boston will begin boarding in 15 minutes,"came over the aerodrome verbalizer system.

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

"I already have quite a buzz going from the previous two boozing,"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 headache. I will run you to the airplane if you can't walk."

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

I finished my beer, paid my horrific tab, letting the"beer"tender know my feel about the highway robbery of $ 8.00 per beer."I expert use the bathroom one to a greater extent time before boarding,"I say to Ylena."It will be a patch before they let us get up and use the bathroom."

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

Letting my lizard drain, I started imagining ( hoping ) this would be the sentence my"mile high night club"fantasy comes true. When I take"redeye flight"flights, I always try to get a place at the back of the plane. One reasonableness is hoping someday I will get to know my illusion, and the other if the flights not full, I usually get a unanimous row to myself.

"Flight 1512 with non-stop servicing to Boston is now cook for boarding. Please let your boarding pass out and available to the gate attendant,"came over the board domain. I got in telephone line, and was desperately looking for Ylena. I didn't see her as the line got smaller and it was almost my turn to board. My mind was convincing me she had way too much to drink and was puking or passed out in the restroom. Finally, it was my clock time to control panel and still no Ylena. I immediately thought another trip without joining the"geographical mile High order ”.

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

The last few passengers were coming aboard, and the flight meeter announced that everyone was on gameboard and the door was being closed.

‘ SHIT'I thought. She must have gotten really disturbed."Everyone must be seated before we can lead the gate area,"was announced. I fastened my behind bash and was reading the in-flight magazine when I heard,"I bet you thought I was sick."

I turned to my forget 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 get to fruition.

Take off was normal, and after we reached cruising altitude, the captain announced he was turning off the posterior belt sign and we were unloose to strike about the cabin. I immediately unbuckled mine and headed toward Ylena. When I reached her, she must have known I was going to come up. She had a big smiling on her fount, and she was chuckling.

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

"I have an MVP batting order 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 induce gotten disgusted,"I told her in a concerned tone."When I didn't see you dining table, I thought you passed out."

"Thank you for being concerned about me,"she responded in a smartass tone of voice."I'm a big girl and can address my alcoholic beverage 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 farsighted flight,"I say."Let's trial run 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 mo before the flight meeter made it back to our row with the drink cart.

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

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

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

Ylena immediately changed her mind."On minute persuasion, I will have red wine also ”, she told Stephanie.

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

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

We chit-chatted a few More minutes while we sipped our wines. After the shabu were half empty-bellied, I knew it was now or never if I wanted to make this fantasy come true.

In my beer and wine induce province of mind, I said to Ylena"Are you a appendage of the ‘ mi senior high Club'?"

"What airline has that frequent aeronaut curriculum,"she asked.

I was dumbfounded. Ylena doesn't know what the naut mi high nightspot is, I thought to myself. Interesting ! !

"The knot High baseball club is not associated with any especial airline,"I say."You don't get miles or trips or prizes, and it doesn't cost anything to fall in,"I continue coyly.

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

"Do you two need another glass of wine-colored,"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 Mile High 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 little bit."

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

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

I motioned her to lean skinny to me. I explained what the society was and what it takes to link up. Ylena stayed motionless for a few seconds, and then moved away from me. It was smooth for a few second gear after that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean value to infract you,"I stated. She looked at me ; a big smile came over her face. She motioned me to go closer. Much to my surprisal, she planted a big, erotic candy kiss on my sassing. Instantly my shaft felt the jerking 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'affect on me,"I retort.

With that she glanced down at my crotch and could see the"tent'already formed. When I travel at Nox, I purposely wear button down jeans with no underwear, making loose entree if needed. With her eyes fixated on the collapsible shelter I was forming, she reached out and grabbed a wait of my throbbing member.

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

bazaar is fair, so I reciprocated and moved my handwriting to her crotch. Once she saw me moving my hand, she spread her branch. The second base 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 scanty ?"I continued.

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

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

The plane was almost all dark, except for a few dark owls reading. I stood up and opened the overhead bin to seize a distich pillows and a blanket, and put the arm rests up.

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

"clout your drawers down ”, I instructed her. She complied with my operating instructions and I put the blanket over her eubstance. I put my handwriting under the blanket and found her wetness. She started to moan. She spread her legs and turned her headway towards me. I unbuttoned my drawers, just enough so she could grab my voiceless cock.

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

I continued my period of play of her very wet pussy. I ran my middle finger's breadth up and down her wet slit very slowly. She was moaning louder and her breathing was becoming shallower.

"Do you have it away what you're doing to me,"she asks incoherently.

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

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

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

She opened her center, turned her head looked up at me and said,"I'M loss TO FUCKING CUM right hand NOW ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"

Boy did she ever ! ! Her solid body was shaking. We ran into a little Sturm und Drang and she was making her own. My hand was soaked. I slowly stopped my Assault on her wet lips and held my helping hand and against her pitcher's mound until she stopped convulsing. She released my shaft for a moment, enough to becharm her breath and give thanks me over and over again. I took this opportunity to taste her nectar. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled it like sniffing the bouquet of a ticket wine. It was an intense perfume. I think the passengers a few rows up could smell it. I put my fingers in my lip and licked them clean.

"God you taste incredible,"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 finger into her wet hole. I brought those to my mouth and enjoyed the perceptiveness again.

She grabbed my cock, and with lust in her center she said,"YOU NEED TO fuck ME RIGHT NOW ! ! !"

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

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

I turned a few tone of red. And I didn't have to depend to know Ylena was just as embarrassed.

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

We were both obviously still aroused. I tucked my instrument back in my jean. We both got up and followed her around the corner to the backward caboose. Once there, she pulled a curtain across so nobody could see in. Then she got on the phone to the other flight co-occurrence up front and told her the can was plugged up and to stool an announcement that the backwards privy was going to be shut down for the remaining minute of the flight. The early flight attendant did as instructed.

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

And in one move, she dropped to her knee joint, pulled my drawers down, and took my tool in her mouth. A few long, wet strokes and I was fix again. She pulled off my stopcock, and it hit my belly. She then went over to the leap seating where the trajectory concomitant sit during take offs and landing. She pulled it down and instructed me to sit down. She then turned to Ylena and said,"He's all yours dear ! !"

Ylena looked at my hard rooster, smiled and removed the blanket covering her, and pulled her shirt up past her bosom. There was a little more light in the rear galley than the seats. Ylena's dead body was better than I thought. Her mamilla were firm and her nipples hard as pencil erasers. Her pussy hair was still glistening with the wetness from her intense orgasm. Stephanie couldn't assist but card also.



"You're gorgeous ! !"she said.

Ylena came over to where I was sitting and stuck her bosom in my face. I reached up with my hands and grabbed them. I started squeezing them and alternating sucking each mammilla. Her ventilation was intensifying. She slowly turned around and stuck her seraphic ass in my face. I squeezed and kissed each cheek. She then moved it slowly down my chest, past my stomach and proceeded to climb on 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 help honey."

Stephanie then she stuck her center and index finger in her mouth 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 insert them in her cunt. Ylena began moaning as Stephanie was penetrating her sex. It didn't take foresighted before you could hear the succus flowing. She pulled them out and told Ylena,"FUCK HIM NOW OR I WILL ! !"

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

"Your toilsome cock feels soooo good,"Ylena moaned as she slowly fucked me. .

"Yeah baby, nice and boring,"l groan back.

I heard a buzzing auditory sensation. I looked over to Stephanie and she decided to get together the fun. She had removed her rayons, pulled up her annulus 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 hold out much prospicient ”, I state.

"YEAH, nooky HIM beloved ! ! nooky HIM GOOD ! !"Stephanie piped in.

I looked over at Stephanie and her middle had that"glazed over"smell like she wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer either.

God her ass feels great as I help her motility up and down my wet pole."OH SHIT ! ! YEAH ! ! HERE I CUM ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"Ylena vociferation as her snatch squeezes my peter.

"ME TOO !"I say back as my cock shoots lading after load into her wet, orgasming snatch."AH ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"I moan as my last burden leaves my body.

Stephanie yells out,"MY TURRRNNNNNNNNN ! ! !

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

Ylena's breathing continued to undertaking 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 rooster still inside her."Yes, I can still feel you spasming,"I respond.

After what seemed ilk 10 proceedings, she stopped orgasming. My cock had already begun its parentage to normal size, 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 stopcock in her backtalk again. She sucked it up and down a few meter, taking the final stage few fall of the cum that remained in my cock. Not to mention lapping up Ylena's juice. She then stood up and kissed Ylena on the lips, hugging her finish at the Sami time. She told me to stand up and did the Same to me.

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

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

"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 cock was in no precondition to properly screw Stephanie.

With that Ylena dropped to her knees and stuck my putz in her oral cavity. With the view of becoming a Swedish mile senior high school Club member twice on one flight, and her adept 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 ready to take me. She turned her ass toward me, bent over and braced herself against the bulwark with her hands.

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

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

Stephanie repeated Ylena's postulation,"YES ! ! YES ! ! FUCK ME HARD. KEEP GOING ! ! 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 rotating shaft of my cock, as well as the droplets hitting the floor.

Her bitch was squeezing whatever cum I had left into her. My cock was getting flabby fasting, 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 for sure not to overleap a drop. She then put my softening dick in her mouth like Stephanie did and"cleaned"me off.

"lady's and valet, as you can tell we've begun our decent into Boston. I'm turning on the tighten backside belt sign. Please return to your seats and give sure your ass 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 early flight attendant made her way down the gangway collecting cup and garbage, 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 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 Robert William Service ! ! I've never been on a redeye flight flight of stairs wearing a flight co-occurrence was so attentive to my needs."

Stephanie responded,"You're very welcome. Come fly with me again."I could secern her bloke attender seemed puzzled.

Once in the logic gate surface area, Ylena hugged me and kissed me. She had to do it then because, apparently, she had a swain, and he was meeting her in the baggage claim orbit. We exchanged occupation batting order and headed separately to the luggage area….

"apology 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 helping hand and bridge player with her boyfriend.

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