Flying Higher – A Free Erotic Story Of Altitude Indiscretion

A sensual tale of flying ... all the way to 7th heaven

A sensual tale of flying ... all the way to 7th heaven

Susan and Tom like to explore unexpected places for sensual sessions. And when you’re a flight attendant, how can you resist the temptation of taking a nice break from work? Enjoy this erotic story of having sex on a plane.

He once dared me to have sex in a boat, just the two of us floating out on the water. So, we rented a boat and sailed out into the most passionate cruise of our lives. Since then we’ve made it a part of our relationship to please each other in the most unusual places. We once got into the movies and found seats in the back row, where I rode him hard while the rest of the movie-goers cheered the superheroes on the big screen.

He took me on a date with his business partner once and fingered me under the table while they discussed the stock market. Another time I wondered what it would feel like to have him inside me while the rain beat against my skin. It rained that night, so he took me out and flipped me over his Corvette and drove into me from behind while the rain poured.

That was when we decided to take our love high up in the sky.

When he boarded the plane, there was no smile of recognition when I showed him his seat. No one looking at us would have known we’d been dating for a year. He took an aisle seat at the back of the plane and took out a novel, which he started reading immediately after take-off. The three rows at the back were empty, and it seemed like he was floating in a sea of empty seats.

It wasn’t a coincidence that he had chosen this same overnight flight that was taking me back home. We had always wondered what it would feel like for him to hitch my short uniform skirt up to my waist and take me from behind, at 30,000ft. The plan looked possible now that he was returning from a business meeting abroad. It wasn’t a full flight, so I was hopeful.

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His hand stroked my inner thigh during the first meal service. I saw the way his eyes followed me up and down the aisle as I did my rounds.

Then the cabin lights went out. That was my cue. I put on a black cardigan to cover my white uniform shirt so as not to draw attention.

He grabbed me as soon as I got to him and I straddled him, my face buried in his neck, my knees straddling his hips, opening myself to him. He raised my short skirt and it gathered around my waist. He groaned when he realized I was naked underneath. I worked his belt and released his throbbing hardness and he swallowed a moan.

His tip found my entrance, and I rotated my waists as he guided himself into me until he was buried deep in my slick heat. I moved up and down slowly, trying to savor every delicious inch of his velvety hardness.

I slid down until he was buried to the hilt and slid up until he almost popped out of my tightness.

He took the lead and plunged into me again and again. He lifted my shirt and found my breast underneath before taking a ripe nipple in his mouth while my fingers played with the other nipple.

The tempo of his thrusts didn’t change, and as he plunged in and out of me, I squeezed him with my tight muscles, milking him. He cupped my bottom and pressed me down to his pelvis while he ravaged the deepest parts of me with wild, upward strokes. I could feel the stiffness of his whole body as my own orgasm approached. The excitement curled my toes when his strokes broke from the rhythm and became wilder and even more powerful.

I held the headrest behind him for support, biting down on my tongue as the orgasm tore through me.

Then his hot seed flooded my insides as he bucked, his eyes shining in the dark cabin, the powerful orgasm deflating his whole body until he fell back on the seat.

I heard footsteps coming to the back of the plane just then. I drew the cardigan tight around my body to conceal my uniform when a passenger walked past us to use the toilet. My boyfriend stroked my hand and smiled at me.

“So, how does it feel to be a member of the mile-high club?” he asked.

I stood up and gave him a smile.

“For a moment there I thought I was soaring,” I replied. Then I stood up and went back to work.

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