“ Welcome to Boston. The current time is approx. 7:00am, and the temperature is a cool 45 stage. We will be taxiing a few more minutes, so please stay seated until the senior pilot has turned off the fasten seat belt polarity. 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 osculation from across the carousel, mouthing thank you as her boyfriend was pulling her bag off the line.

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

I arrived at PDX for my late-night flight to Boston the accustomed"two"minute before the flight departed. The airport was empty at 8:00pm on a Tuesday dark in July. After passing through security, I headed for my gate. I arrived at the gate with enough fourth dimension for a duad cold brews.

It's a offence to charge $ 8.00 for a pint of beer. I was halfway finished with my beer, alternating between watching planes learn off and people watching when I heard,"I will have a Cape Cod please."I turned my head to be the voice and took a two-fold take. There was a gorgeous brunette sitting a mates bottom down from me. She caught my gaze, looked at me and smiled. I turned my attention back to the rail where a 747 was landing. I finished my pint and asked the"beer"ship's boat for another. This clock time I turned to catch her starring at me. I finally spoke,"Hi !"

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

"Yes,"she replied."I hate these nightlong trajectory. They screw up my sleep pattern,"she continued.

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

She finished her drink and ordered another. After a beer and ½ duty called and I went to use the restroom. I was feeling a little buzzed from the alcohol and cerebration if maybe this will be the flight where I join the exclusive"Mile High Club ”. I often fantasized about sex on an plane. parting of the excitement is the rush associated with the possibility of getting caught. I finished relieving my bladder and headed back to the bar. I still had 45 minutes until boarding.

After hoisting myself back on the bar BM, my bar spouse asked me where the restrooms were. I responded and used my index finger to signal the way.

I finished my pint. The"beer"attender 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 piffling 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 decent time."

She said,"Great ! !"She then asked the barkeep 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 right or wrong.

"Ylena with ‘ Y ’,"she repeated.

"That's a beautiful public figure,"I state.

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

"Flight 1512 to Boston will start out boarding in 15 instant,"came over the airport verbalizer system.

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

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

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

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

I finished my beer, paid my steep tab, letting the"beer"stamp know my feelings about the highway looting of $ 8.00 per beer."I sound use the bathroom one more metre before boarding,"I say to Ylena."It will be a patch before they let us get up and use the bathroom."

"goodness mind ! I near do the same,"Ylena commented."I'll see you on the plane."

lease my lizard drainage, I started imagining ( hoping ) this would be the meter my"mile richly cabaret"phantasy comes true. When I take"Redeye"flights, I always try to get a seat at the spinal column of the airplane. One reason is hoping someday I will get to live my phantasy, and the former if the flight of steps not good, I usually get a whole row to myself.

"Flight 1512 with non-stop armed service to Beantown is now ready for boarding. Please deliver your boarding straits out and usable to the gate accompaniment,"came over the room area. I got in air, and was desperately looking for Ylena. I didn't see her as the line of merchandise got smaller and it was almost my turn to board. My mind was convincing me she had way too often to drink and was puking or passed out in the restroom. Finally, it was my time to board and still no Ylena. I immediately thought another slip without joining the"Mile senior high Club ”.

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

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

‘ diddlyshit'I thought. She must have gotten really sick."Everyone must be seated before we can bequeath the gate area,"was announced. I fastened my rear end belt and was reading the in-flight magazine 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 illusion still might come to fruition.

Take off was formula, and after we reached cruising elevation, the chieftain announced he was turning off the fundament belt preindication and we were free to prompt about the cabin. I immediately unbuckled mine and headed toward Ylena. When I reached her, she must experience known I was going to come up. She had a big grin on her face, and she was chuckling.

"When did you board the airplane,"I boldly asked.

"I have an MVP wag and boarded with showtime grade,"she retorted.

‘ I looked for you when I was in line of credit. When I didn't see you, I thought you must hold gotten grisly,"I told her in a concerned feel."When I didn't see you circuit board, I thought you passed out."

"Thank you for being concerned about me,"she responded in a smartass tincture."I'm a big young woman and can handle my alcoholic drink 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 prospicient trajectory,"I say."Let's examination whether or not you can plow 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 windowpane. We chit-chatted a few hour before the flight attender made it back to our row with the swallow cart.

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

"I'll have Cranberry/Vodka,"Ylena said. That is a ness 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 irregular thought, I will have red wine also ”, she told Stephanie.

Stephanie handed us our vino and said,"That's $ 10.00."I my Visa carte and included an extra $ 2.00 for her. Of line, she responded that it wasn't necessary to tip. I told her I understood, but we will want Sir Thomas More later."She said,"No problem. The woodworking plane is half entire, so just hit the call clit when you want another."

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

We chit-chatted a few more minutes while we sipped our vino. After the glasses were one-half empty, I knew it was now or never if I wanted to have this fantasy add up true.

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

"What airline has that patronise flyer programme,"she asked.

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

"The Roman mile high gear baseball club is not associated with any picky air hose,"I say."You don't get mile or trips or dirty money, and it doesn't monetary value anything to join,"I continue coyly.

"Well, what's special about joining this gild,"Ylena asks as she sips another boozing of wine.

"Do you two need another 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 Mile senior high Club ”, I start to say when Stephanie returned with our wines. I handed her my Visa bill, when she said,"These are on the house. I'll be back to check on you in a picayune bit."

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

"Ok. Now what about this nautical mile High lodge ? ”, Ylena questioned again.

I motioned her to lean airless to me. I explained what the club was and what it takes to join. Ylena stayed motionless for a few second, and then moved away from me. It was quiet for a few seconds after that.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean value to offend you,"I stated. She looked at me ; a big smile came over her face. She motioned me to move closer. very much to my surprise, she planted a big, erotic kiss on my lips. Instantly my cock felt the jolt of excitement.

"That sounds very, very naughty,"she said in a low sultry interpreter."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 nighttime, I purposely wear button down jeans with no underclothes, making easier 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 prepare for some action,"she said.

Fair is fair, so I reciprocated and moved my hand to her crotch. Once she saw me moving my paw, she spread her legs. The indorse my finger touched it, she let out an hearable moan. She was already wet.

"I can deliver 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 tooshie,"I commanded."Here's my meth, set them both on the tray."

The planer was almost all iniquity, except for a few night owls reading. I stood up and opened the smash bin to grab a duad pillows and a blanket, and put the arm rests up.

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

"puff your bloomers down ”, I instructed her. She complied with my statement and I put the blanket over her body. I put my hand under the blanket and found her wetness. She started to moan. 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 puss. I ran my eye finger's breadth up and down her wet slit very slowly. She was moaning louder and her external respiration was becoming shallower.

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

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

After a few arcminute of teasing her, I found her clitoris and trapped it between my exponent digit and middle finger. I began making circular motions. She was obviously in another world now. She started bucking, moving her ass on and off the seat. She was confining to cumming.

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

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

Boy did she ever ! ! Her unit body was shaking. We ran into a little turbulence and she was making her own. My script was soaked. I slowly stopped my rape on her wet lips and held my hand and against her pile until she stopped convulsing. She released my prick for a moment, enough to catch her breath and thank me over and over again. I took this opportunity to taste her ambrosia. I brought my fingerbreadth to my intrude and inhaled it like sniffing the corsage of a fine wine-colored. It was an intense aroma. I think the passengers a few rows up could smell it. I put my fingers in my back talk 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 trap. I brought those to my mouth and enjoyed the preference again.

She grabbed my tool, and with lust in her eyes she said,"YOU need TO piece of tail ME right field NOW ! ! !"

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

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

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

Stephanie repeated,"She definitely needs to give your toilsome prick 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 corner to the plump for galley. Once there, she pulled a curtain across so cipher could see in. Then she got on the headphone to the early flying attendant up straw man and told her the lav was plugged up and to get to an announcement that the back bathroom was going to be shut down for the remaining 60 minutes of the flight of steps. The other flying accompaniment did as instructed.

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

And in one motion, she dropped to her knees, pulled my pants down, and took my pecker in her sassing. A few long, wet CVA and I was ready again. She pulled off my cock, and it hit my belly. She then went over to the jump bottom where the flight attendants sit during occupy offs and landings. She pulled it down and apprize me to sit down. She then turned to Ylena and said,"He's all yours honey ! !"

Ylena looked at my intemperate dick, smiled and removed the blanket covering her, and pulled her shirt up past her tits. There was a little more light source in the back ship's galley than the seats. Ylena's soundbox was expert than I thought. Her tits were unbendable and her pap hard as pencil erasers. Her pussy hair was still glistening with the wetness from her vivid coming. Stephanie couldn't service 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 ventilation was intensifying. She slowly turned around and stuck her perfumed ass in my face. I squeezed and kissed each cheek. She then moved it slowly down my chest of drawers, past my stomach and proceeded to jump 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 middle and index finger's breadth 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 twat and proceeded to tuck them in her bitch. Ylena began moaning as Stephanie was penetrating her sex. It didn't take farsighted before you could find out the succus flowing. She pulled them out and told Ylena,"nooky HIM NOW OR I WILL ! !"

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

"Your hard cock feeling soooo proficient,"Ylena moaned as she slowly fucked me. .

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

I heard a buzzing sound. I looked over to Stephanie and she decided to fall in the fun. She had removed her silk stocking, 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 check out much longer ”, I state.

"YEAH, FUCK HIM dear ! ! piece of tail HIM GOOD ! !"Stephanie piped in.

I looked over at Stephanie and her centre had that"glazed over"look like she wasn't going to be able to hold on often recollective either.

God her ass feels great as I help her motion up and down my wet pole."OH whoreson ! ! YEAH ! ! HERE I CUM ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !"Ylena yells as her pussy nip my cock.

"ME TOO !"I say back as my cock shoots consignment after shipment into her wet, orgasming pussy."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 pussy a undecomposed animal foot in front of her. It went on a few indorsement 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 -- experience me ?"

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

After what seemed like 10 moment, she stopped orgasming. My putz had already begun its descent to normal 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 dick in her backtalk again. She sucked it up and down a few metre, taking the last few dip 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 sassing, hugging her last at the same fourth dimension. She told me to stand up and did the same to me.

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

"This is the captain. We will be beginning our decent into the capital of Massachusetts area in a few minutes. If you need to get up and use the public convenience, now would be a practiced time,"came over the intercom.

"We have few arcminute 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 service getting ready."My cock was in no condition to properly fuck Stephanie.

With that Ylena dropped to her human knee and puzzle my cock in her mouth. With the thought process of becoming a Admiralty mile High Club appendage twice on one flight, and her expert 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 prepare and was aroused and ready to take me. She turned her ass toward me, bent 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 freight moan. Ylena was encouraging me,"THAT'S IT. roll in the hay HER HARD. sweep THAT HARD COCK INTO HER. brand HER SCREAM…"

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

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

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

Her cunt was squeezing whatever cum I had left into her. My cock was getting easygoing 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 not to miss a drop. She then put my softening cock in her mouth like Stephanie did and"cleaned"me off.

"lady's and man, as you can secern we've begun our decent into capital of Massachusetts. I'm turning on the fasten tail end belt sign. Please return to your rear and wee trusted your seat belt is securely fastened. We will be landing shortly,"the captain said.

Ylena and I composed ourselves, and staggered back to our seating room. We were spent. Stephanie dressed and started making cookery for landing. When the other trajectory attendant made her way down the gangway collecting cups and drivel, 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 of stairs attendee was occupy about her wellness. Stephanie waved her off and continued to do her job.

The aeroplane landed safely at Logan International Airport. Stephanie was greeting passengers as they were deplaning. As I passed her, I said"Thanks for GREAT SERVICE ! ! I've never been on a redeye flight flight wear a flight of steps attendee was so heedful to my needs."

Stephanie responded,"You're very welcome. seminal fluid fly with me again."I could tell her fellow attendant seemed puzzled.

Once in the gate surface 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 call field. We exchanged job lineup and headed separately to the baggage area….

"excuse me sir, that's my bag,"broke me out of my redolent 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 paw with her boyfriend.

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