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Bucket lists. We all have them. Whether they be places we want to see, like a trip to Maui or the Grand Canyon, or a thing we want to do before we pass, like sky diving or searching an underwater wreck. High on my list? Joining the Mile High Club. There’s no badge to wear. No place on an honor roll to add your name, just the satisfaction of knowing that you and your companion had sex at 30,000 feet. I once had the opportunity, but squandered it. I regret that. But, here is a tale of how it might have happened if I had a re-do.We had just landed at Denver International Airport, where I was connecting to a flight to Couer da Lene, Idaho. It was yet another business trip to settle yet another labor dispute. I imagined it would take a day, maybe two to get negotiations back on track and get America moving again.I had stood up to get my bag from the overhead compartment when I heard a voice behind me. “Could you hand me my bag, please?” I turned and looked. Standing beside me was a short, about 5’2″ redhead. She may have been short, but she had soft curves in all the right places with a pretty facet top it off.”Which one is yours?” I asked.”The pink square. ” She replied, smiling up at me. I handed it down to her. She thanked me as we got swept down the aisle, toward the exit. Neither of us had anything but carry-ons so we went our separate ways, she to the coffee shop and me to the gate at the end of the concourse. A few minutes later, who should appear, but my red-haired friend. “Couer da Lene?” she asked as she sat next to me.”Yup. Must be a popular destination, at least today.” I quipped. She smiled.”Thank you again for retrieving my bag. As you can see, I am somewhat altitudinally challenged.” As she said this she leaned forward and looked at her lap. As she did this, her blouse opened up, revealing an impressive cleavage and a hint of nipple inside her blouse.Of course, I looked. And of course, I looked a bit too long, getting caught in my voyeuristic moment. She didn’t slap me for being a male chauvinist pig. Instead, she looked me in the eye and çankaya escort asked, ” I’m Allison. Allison Cooke. Are you a member of the Mile High Club?”Looking a bit shocked, I replied, “Well, uh, no. Can’t say as I am, Allison.””Wannabe?” she looked up into my eyes. Eyes filled with hope. “I didn’t catch your name.”Still, a bit shocked by her forwardness, I answered, “My name’s Grey. Grey Fox. And, yeah. But how? we have no idea how many passengers will be on the flight.””We’re going to Couer da Lene, Grey. Not exactly a popular destination. I think I can convince you.” She scooted over and laid down with her head on my thigh. “We have a couple of hours to kill until our flight leaves. Keep watch, will you?”I had no idea what I was keeping watch for until she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and fished out my semi-rigid cock. “Nice piece of equipment,” she whispered just before taking my helmet in her mouth.I let out a breathy, “Oh God!” as her tongue swirled around my tip and my shaft began to stiffen. She took me in further, noisily sucking as her head began to bob up and down. I lowered my head, watching as my manhood disappeared down her throat, only to reappear moments later. “I take it, this isn’t your first rodeo.”Letting me pop out of her mouth for a moment, she murmured, “Any complaints?””Hell, no.” She returned to her task, forcing more of me down her throat. I moaned as I felt my helmet hit the back of her throat. My hips began to move with her, rising to meet her before falling, almost pulling free, her teeth keeping me inside her mouth. She began to hum as she sucked, making my need to cum more and more urgent. “Ohhh, fuck!” I moaned as I felt her fingernails scratch my nuts. I knew where this was going and I did not try to stop it. I resisted grabbing the back of her head and shoving my cock toward her tonsils. Finally, I groaned, “Allison! Allison, I’m gonna cum.””Go for it, Grey! Feed me!” I began grunting as my sperm worked its way up my shaft, past her teeth, and splashed keçiören escort on her tongue. After three healthy dollops of cum, my shaft began to soften, until it slid out from between her lips. She sat up, smiled, letting a dribble of jism slip from the corner of her mouth. I extended my finger, wiped it up, and fed it to her.”Such a gentleman.” she teased before pulling my face to hers and planting a wet, sloppy, cummy kiss on me. Her tongue wormed its way into my mouth and we shared for a couple of minutes. “I hope you don’t think of me as being too forward.””On the contrary, I rather enjoyed it. Especially your enthusiasm,” I said as she settled next to me.She took my hand, placed it just above her knee, and said, “We might as well get to know each other better.” I slowly massaged her upper leg, moving up toward the panty-clad juncture of her thighs. Her heat was palpable and her level of excitement obvious as my fingers danced across the lust dampened material of her underwear. We began to kiss as my fingers slid underneath the material. She moaned into my mouth as my middle finger ran the length of her slit before sinking three knuckles deep inside. Her hips began to move in concert with my finger. She moaned into my mouth “Two! Two fingers!” Eager to oblige, I slipped my ring finger inside and began to scratch the front wall of her well-lubricated cunt.I was too busy to notice that she had unbuttoned her blouse until she took my free hand and placed it over her right breast. I pulled the fabric down, exposing her nipple, leaned down, and began nibbling on the nub. “Ohhh, Good,” she moaned. I sucked harder, scratched with more purpose until she stiffened up, her hands cradling my head and her legs clamped shut, holding my fingers in place as she shuddered through her orgasm. When I could finally remove my fingers, I offered her one to lick as I cleaned the other. “I don’t suppose this counts, even if the airport is a mile above sea level.””Hell no! I can’t wait to get you in that etimesgut escort plane.”The rest of our time was spent playing and talking until the flight attendant arrived at the gate, followed shortly by the flight crew. It turned out that we were the only passengers, so we took our seats at the back of the plane. As soon as the seat belt sign was extinguished Allison excused herself and had a few words with the attendant. When I returned to our seats, I asked, “What was that about?””I just asked for a little privacy. I told her we were on our honeymoon, and very eager. There won’t be any food served on the flight tonight if you catch my drift.” Freeing my cock again and shoving my trousers around my ankles, she squirmed in her seat for a moment before producing a pair of lacy red panties which she stuffed in my mouth. Then she hiked up her skirt and guided me home, her panties muffling my moans of pleasure. She was tight. I felt every inch of her cunt as I slid deep inside. She was warm. She was wet. She was eager. The back of the plane smelled of sex. She grabbed my hands and slid them up over her bountiful breasts. “Maul them while you fuck me!” she demanded in a stage whisper. I obliged as I bounced her up and down on my stone hard cock, my face buried in her neck. The squelching noises of our not-to-gentle fuck made me a bit nervous, but the flight attendant was nowhere to be seen, so I resigned myself to just enjoying the moment. I could feel Allison moving quickly to another orgasm, her breath getting ragged, her moans a little louder and less controlled. “Don’t stop! make me cum! Please, Grey!” Pulling and twisting her nipples, while churning her insides, I worked at getting her over the edge. It finally arrived. Her legs clamped shut, trapping my cock deep in her cunt. Her cunt rippled, silently urging my cock to breed her. As she was coming down from her climax, my cock spewed its contents deep inside her, coating her womb with my seed. Reaching between her legs, she scooped up a finger full of my cum mixed with hers, offering it to me. “Are you as good at pussy eating as you are at fucking?”Sucking her finger clean, I replied, “I think we will find that out when we get to the hotel.”The seatbelt light went on and we hurriedly put ourselves back together, for the landing. As we exited the plane, the flight attendant smiled a knowing smile and congratulated us on our “wedding”.

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