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AIRSCREW:
OR HOW I JOINED THE SIX MILE HIGH CLUB
                         by Pete Fox
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     As a frequent jetsetter, I have for long fantasized about
this exclusive club, which in reality probably has few authentic
members who have genuinely screwed their way through the
stratosphere.  How can you manage to have-it-away on board a
crowded airliner?  Well recently I succeeded -  and how!  This
amazing experience happened on the top deck of a BA 747 heading
out of New York for Heathrow, with a beautiful girl I had never
met before.
     I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before
flying out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to
have got through the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class
seat. The top deck of the 747 has a small cabin which some
airlines use for first class passengers, but many including BA,
use for Business Class; there are only 20 or 30 seats, which
gives you the feeling of being in a small, but spacious airliner.
The top deck is reached via a spiral staircase and you travel cut
off from the masses on the main deck below.
     This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate
that through the lottery of seat allocations, Karen, as she
turned out to be named, took up the aisle seat corresponding to
my window seat and nobody else got seated either between us or in
the row on the other side of the aisle.
     Karen was petite and blonde, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as
it turned out), and clearly well formed in all the important
places.  She had remarkably light blue eyes and was obviously in
some form of business, as she had a small patent leather brief
case and when she took her coat off she was smartly dressed in a
grey skirt and white blouse - which showed her firm, well-shaped
figure to good effect.  I found out later that she was Swedish, a
junior salesperson for an internationally known cosmetics
company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to
substitute for her boss on a business trip to the USA.  Her smart
but plain business-woman's dress looked sexy on her. Her firm
breasts thrust out firmly through her white silk blouse as she
arched her back to remove her coat and hand it to the stewardess.
Black lacy stockings showed her well shaped legs to advantage.
But she also radiated something sensual which aroused the first
slight stirrings in my crotch. I realized I was feeling quite
horny and in the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams
did I guess what delights were to follow!
     Karen looked nervous and fidgeted when she sat down; she
very readily started chatting.  I needn't bore you with the
contents of our chat, except that I soon persuaded her to move
next to me from her aisle seat, so we could talk easier.  She was
obviously a bit scared of flying.  It transpired this was only
her second long distance flight.  Soon after take-off we hit some
unusually bumpy weather; the seat belt signs came on and Karen
wrung her hands and looked scared.  Naturally I put my arm around
her shoulders to comfort her and she leant her soft, perfumed
blond hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed.  The 747 flew
out of the turbulence but I was glad to find she showed no sign
of wanting me to take my arm away.  The meal on a tray came and
went and I felt really strong stirrings in my pants when she
snuggled back against me, until recently a complete stranger.
The stewardess brought the drinks trolley and I persuaded Karen
to have a double gin with a bit of tonic which visibly relaxed
her some more.
     I slipped my hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her
neck and her ear lobes.  She snuggled closer and reminded me of a
purring cat.  British Airways, ever cooperative, chose that
moment to dim the lights and to start the in-flight movie.  I
started taking a few liberties with where I moved my hands, aided
by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffed as, after
all, I was fondling a girl who until a few minutes earlier had
been a total stranger - this was too good to be true!  But I
could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up
her hormones; her face looked flushed, her eyes were soft and her
pupils large.  My left hand closed over her left breast.  She
made no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand
into a position where I could massage the slight mound of her
nipple straining through the material of her blouse and bra.  By
now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they would burst
and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing
passions.
     She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an
absent-minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee.  The
arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back,
so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right
around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh.  The
hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk
clad thighs.  I was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and
not tights as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers
under the silky ribbon of her suspender strap.  She made no
effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her closer
I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked her
thigh with my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went.
She sighed and parted her legs slightly when my hand moved along
the last smooth inches of warm scented upper leg and my fingers
at last brushed gently against the thin silky material of her
knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound.
     My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had
to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants
with cum when I realized she was not only going to let me reach
my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for her.  I
inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and
stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material
covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound.  She
sighed and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought
and found her tiny clitoris.  I felt her hand cup the bulge in my
trousers.  We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I
thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having
kissed before.  I exercised as much self-control as I could
muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently
exploring my throbbing cock.  In return, my fingers pulled aside
the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able to stroke
warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly
inviting slippery crevice.  I pushed two fingers into her soft
hole, and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her
engorged entrance lips gently and firmly between my finger and
thumb.  She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and her hips
shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately.
     But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in
an airplane full of people but quite another to remove the
garments necessary to couple us in the way we were both obviously
craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy
we both felt.  How could we satisfy our enormous lusts?  What
with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind us to and
from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping
without the risk of creating a sensation on board.  I had visions
of us being arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo
Jet!  Could I somehow get my cock out and force it past the tight
gusset of her tight panties?  But what position could we use?
Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering
urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm,
slippery slit.  But trivial problems like knicker elastic,
trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and unyielding aircraft seats
made this ambition hard to realize.
     Karen, as always, was way ahead of me.  She gave my cock a
gentle squeeze which nearly fired it of,  and got up without a
word and  strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the
front of the cabin.  I contemplated following her into it, having
heard stories of people having it away in railway carriage loos.
But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills,
apart from being not exactly comfortable or aesthetic!  Also,
there was no doubt that the passengers watching the movie would
have noticed me following a lady into the lav, which on the top
deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the inflight movie,
which was then in full flow.  The thought of banging away in that
confined space and of reemerging afterwards was too daunting,
even in my highly charged state!
     Karen reemerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when
women use a loo, looking inscrutable.  She grabbed a couple of BA
blankets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments
to cover ourselves with the blanket.
     In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe from
prying eyes.  My hand went back to where it had been, to find
just warm flesh and no knickers.  I reinserted my fingers into
her warm and inviting slit.  Her hand was undoing my zip, under
the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help her.  In a
flash (so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles
and she was holding my throbbing prick like the gear level of a
sports car -  it nearly made me change gear - into overdrive!
     I soon discovered she had also removed her bra; her nipples
strained against the thin material of her blouse.  I undid her
blouse to expose her breasts under the blanket.  I was then able
to lay across her and greedily suck the entire areola of her left
breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in
delicately scented warm darkness.  I tickled the nipple with the
end of my tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by my
lady friends, and Karen was no exception!  She cradled my head
with one hand like a baby held to her breast and gently stroked
away at my straining cock from its tip along its underside to my
balls. She was clearly an accomplished lover.  I moved my head to
her lap and attempted to lick her clitoris, but this was almost
impossible in an aircraft seat, even though she parted her legs
as widely as the limited space would let her.  I remember the
overwhelming scent of excited woman mixed with the fragrance of
her perfume, but could only nuzzle her fur and kiss the smooth
inside skin of her thighs.
     Karen unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under
the blankets.  "Please.." she moaned - "please.." -  I felt the
same way.  She turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed
her shapely bum against my left thigh.  Making sure the blanket
was covering us well,  I twisted around until my throbbing tool
was pressed up against the valley between her thighs; it was a
similar position as if she was sitting on my lap.  I could probe
her sex with mine.  She arched her back and raised her right
thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis, she guided
it into the mouth of her soft hole.  I pushed hard so my cock
slid smoothly into her firm warm tunnel.  I cupped both her
breasts with my hands and pulled her hard against me to penetrate
as deep as possible.
     She sighed and shuddered and her hips moved gently and
rhythmically.  The need to copulate quietly to avoid attracting
attention was not forgotten, despite our extreme passion.  This
need forced us to perform using hard pressure and firm small
movements;  she thrust hard against my equal and opposite series
of nudges.  My instincts desperately wanted me to pump every last
drop of my spunk into her as quickly and violently as possible,
but my intellect made me want to prolong this ecstasy.  The
discipline of doing it slowly and quietly, so as not to attract
attention, made it easier to prolong the excruciating pleasure
without climaxing.  Curiously I have always found that the longer
and steamier the foreplay the better I can hold on until the
crucial moment of a mutual climax.  I was able to relax and
savour the exquisite pleasure of being coupled with my beautiful
fellow traveller.
     I forced my left hand between her waist and the seat until
my left forefinger could just reach past her bush to the hot spot
at the top of her slit which I correctly guessed would fire her
climax.  We were now locked together and so overcome with
desperate excitement that at that moment neither of us would have
cared if all the passengers and crew were watching, although we
kept straining against each other and moving slowly with great
force to avoid attracting unwelcome attention.  I could feel her
muscles pulling and rippling at my straining hunk of meat that I
cruelly rammed into her with as much force as I could manage.
She had superb muscular coordination and was able to achieve what
few women I have coupled with can do, to give a feeling of
sucking me into her with muscular ripples of her vaginal walls.
     I could hold back no longer and erupted into frenzied, deep,
deep wild spasms pumping and pumping what seemed like gallons of
my juice as deep into her as I could.  As I felt my ejaculation
erupting I ruffled her clitoris.  She shuddered and bucked and
her internal muscles rippled along me forcing out the last small
jerks of spunk.  We subsided against each other quite breathless
and trying not to pant loud enough to attract attention.  Our
fuck had only taken ten minutes; I glanced nervously over my
shoulder and saw a stewardess's head rapidly disappear behind the
galley curtain.  Had she realized what we were up to?  No way of
telling, but judging from the slightly awe-struck look she gave
us later, I suspected she had guessed!  I wondered how often the
back seat of this cabin was consummated by new members of the
"Six Mile High" club and whether aircrew ever join this club for
fun (considering they have many more opportunities than even us
frequent business travellers).  So thinking, I dozed off still
clutching Karen tight in my arms, my deflating cock lying
stickily against her leg.
     We woke up knickerless and trouserless still under our
blanket.  The movie had finished, the aircraft was in darkness,
we only took a few minutes to arouse each other to another
insatiable frenzy and I soon had pumped yet another generous load
of cum into her willing and inviting slit.  Not being satisfied
with basic membership of the "Six Mile high Club" we had even
found time for a second helping.
     The cozy space under our blanket reeked of our sexual
juices:  we blotted ourselves with tissues from Karen's bag.  She
wriggled back into her skirt, I wriggled back into my clothes,
while she went to the loo to tidy herself up.  She reemerged
looking immaculate (and stunning).  Breakfast was served, and
there was little to say after this amazing night of passion.
Soon the aircraft landed, and we went our separate ways -  she
had a connecting flight to catch to Sweden.  A peck on the cheek
and a coy smile as we parted; "till next time!"  I went through
immigration and customs in a post-coital daze.  Sadly our paths
have not yet crossed again, and if they do, I wonder whether we
would ever achieve such ecstatic feelings as those of two
strangers coming together in such total uninhibited and lustful
intimacy in such an impossible place?
     Any other sexy ladies who would like to join the "Six Mile
High Club" are welcome to fly with me -  any time!  It certainly
makes the flight pass quickly (Caledonian Girls apply here!).

Pete Fox
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