Okay, so joining the Mile High Club (MHC)  isn't for everyone, I know.  Fucking in a tiny toilet in the sky may sound romantic -- even erotic -- but the reality of it is another thing, let me tell you.

 

Fortunately, I have two things going for me.  First, I love having sex in public toilets (more on that fetish in another post, hun!)  Second,  I am skinny which means I can actually fit into an airplane toilet unlike a large (and I mean large) percentage of today's population (many of whom can't spell gymnasium.... let alone frequent one...., sorry big folks...  oh, but I digress).

 

Since I don't fly away on trips often, the first attempt was obviously on vacation with my boyfriend... Let's call him John.. even though he hates that name because it makes him think I am a hooker and he is my client... but I reject that logic.  I call him "John" because he is "everyman" in my blog. (BTW, I think he needs to read some more literature... of the literay kind, not more porno... but again I digress, sorry).

 

So John and I are on a flight to Hawaii for a vacation.  I whispher in his ear that I want entry into the MHC on this flight. He replies, "Sure babe." while not even removing his earphones.  I have told him about this goal of mine before but I sensed he was lukewarm... and now I see I have my work cut out for me.  I reach under the magazine he is reading and unzip his pants fly.  "Whooahhhh," he says, as if this is a language I am supposed to understand.  I grab his dick and give it several hard jerks to wake him up.  

 

"Steady on girl," he says.  "Are you in heat?"

"Yes," I reply, " the lineup has gone and we have a clear entry to the toilet now."

I release his seat belt and push him towards the asile and almost drag him to the toilet location.

 

The sign says "vacant" and I am feeling very moist.  But just as I try to follw John into the stall, a stewardess  grabs me and says, "No, you young bucks... it has to be one at a time." and she prevents me from entering.

 

"Fuckkkk," I say to myself.  

 

And I stand and wait.  After what seems like 10 minutes, John eventually opens the toilet door.  "What took you so long, " I say.  "Sorry, hun, I had to go anyways."

 

Well, that was such a huge deflation.  I just gave up for the rest of that plane ride.

 

Second chance comes a year later.  This time I am on a trip alone to visit some family back East.   I am sitting in the aisle seat on the plane next to a nice guy who says he is from Ecuador.. I have no idea where it is exactly on a map but it sounds romantic and he look so cute.  So I chat him up.. I do small talk.. but I touch him a lot with small hand movements and I look into his eyes frequently.  He responds with his body language... facing me and touching my hands now and then.  I sense a conquest coming and I decide to be bold:

 

"I have to go the the toilet," I tell him.  And add in my most sexy voice.  "And I need some help"

"Help?" he asks me

"Yes," I wanna  join the MHC and i would like you to join me.  Pretty fucking please!!!

 

"Wow," he replies.  "Like really?''

I reached down and grabbed his cock and said "Yes, here and now, bro."  I so need your cock in my cunt.  I need to make my MHC goal with you now."

 

 So he rose to attention... walked to the toilet... and fortunately with no stupid bitch stewards around we entered the small toilet.  I grabbed his cock and he grabbed my cunt and we were about to descend into decadent debauchary when suddenly the audio sounded.. "Please return to your seats, we have turbulence coming."  I replied "Fuck, but I am supposed to be the one cumming." 

 

But it was no use... we started hitting the walls of the cubicle as the turbulence increased and there was no option but to return to our seats.  

 

Then a few minutes later he falls asleep for the rest of the flight.  

 

Shit, I am still a MHC virgin!!!!