Joining The High Mile Club

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We entered the airport in a rush, hoping we wouldn't miss our flight. I had already checked in online, and we even left early in hopes of beating the traffic with no such luck. LA has the worst traffic in the world. It’s busy around the clock.

In normal circumstances, I have time at the airport to grab a coffee and prepare myself for the flight, but Eric had to squeeze in a quickie before we left. It turned out not to be quick, and delayed us by 25 minutes.

Eric peered at me with his ash eyes, giving me a warm smile. He knows how terrified I am of flying. If anyone had the worst aerophobia it was me.

"Relax Anna, just breathe," He says as we rush to get past security. I inhale and the musky smell of the airport hits my nostrils, making me feel nauseous. Scrunching my nose and making a gagging sound renders Eric literally crippled with laughter. 

My hopes of getting there on time revived when we made it through the security line relatively quickly. Everything went smoothly until they took my carry-on bag to the side for a random check. Anxiety crept in, and just as quickly as my hope rose, it was undone.

My bag was swiftly inspected by the security guard. As he was about to zip it backup my vibrator went off. The guard's eyes widened in amusement. My face went scarlet red when he pulled it out for the world to see, while he turned it off. 

“I’m so sorry” I mutter in utter embarrassment, covering my face with my hands. 

"Don't worry about it" he says with a mischievous smile "The smile maker is the best one."

Laughing, I grab the suitcase and rush over to Eric, who, due to a phone call, did not witness the traumatizing moment.

We were just on time for boarding, giving our tickets and passports to the lovely flight attendant. I noticed Eric flirting with her as he eyed her up and down. The bitterness of jealousy pummeled me. I knew she was beautiful, with her big pouty lips and stunning hourglass figure, but I didn't think she was his type. 

She handed Eric his passport lightly brushing her fingers to his. Did she think I wouldn't notice? 

“Have you been to the Maldives before?” she asks making conversation with him while scanning our tickets.

“No, but Anna and I have been wanting to go for the past two years now,” he says cheerfully.

My eyebrows furrowed together. He just called me by my name… Not even addressing me as his girlfriend. The attendant looked at me, slowly scanning me up and down, her eyes lingered on my breasts as if she could see through my top and then back at him. "I hope you have a good flight. I've upgraded you to first class." she says, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on me.

He grins, beaming at her. ”Thank you!” He raised one hand up for a high five, and she surprised us both by returning it. "I'm gonna need an oxygen mask, cause you just took my breath away!!" He adds, joking with her,

“I see what you did there” she said giggling as she handed me my passport. I didn't return the smile, my jealousy got the best of me. I gave her a cold glare and walked away. I knew it wasn't her fault I was feeling so insecure.

“Babe, did you hear me?” he says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

My brain was so busy assessing the whole transaction between the attendant and Eric that I didn't even realize he was talking to me.

I look at him feeling rather annoyed. “Sorry, what'd you say?” I ask sharply.

“I’ve always wanted to join the high mile club” he repeats himself giving me a naughty grin. 

“Is that some sort of aviation enthusiasts club”? I ask, looking confused.

"Sort of, but to become a member, you need to have sex at above 5,300 feet.." He let out a nervous chuckle. 

My eyes go wide with panic. The thought of having sex on a plane has never crossed my mind before, especially since i have flight anxiety. “Sounds intriguing” I respond with a curious smile. 

My seat was equipped with four windows and the most luxurious airplane chair I've ever sat in. The seat reclined back and offered more legroom than one could ever need on an airplane. There were fluffy white pillows, soft blankets and a thin robe as well as a rather large screen with plenty of movies to watch. It was like having a little loft all to yourself.

I still felt anxious, but it somehow made me feel safer that we were in first class. I glance over at Eric who is across from me on my right. He returns my gaze with a wide smile. He’s definitely made himself comfortable, and ready for the flight. 

I pop a Xanax and do my breathing exercises to calm my nerves. 

Just before takeoff, the same gorgeous flight attendant from boarding came to take our drink orders. The way she bent over exposed her round firm breasts, and the red silk scarf she had tied around her neck looked like a choker, making her brownish red hair stand out. The tight skirt she wore showed off her long slender legs and her perfectly round bum. I could see now why Eric was so fond of her.

She came to me next bending over slightly to hear me over the chatter of people. She smelled so sweet, like honey. I could see from the corner of my eye that Eric was gawking at her. You could see his cock stiffening against his shorts as he tried to readjust it.

As soon as she walked away, he came to my loft almost sitting on my lap. 

“Tonight, when all the guests are sleeping, I want you to meet me in the bathroom. I’m going to fuck your brains out”. He says looking at me with a fiery expression. His eyes glossy with need before stepping back to his loft. I had a feeling he wouldn’t let this thing go. 

The way he looked at me all needy had my inner walls tightening with desire. This was going to be an interesting flight.

The airplane made a clunk sound as it took off. My whole body felt like it was being glued to the seat as my anxiety soared through the roof of the plane. It was like I was floating and sinking at the same time. I looked over at Eric who seemed to be enjoying this reached sensation.

Looking out the window to take my mind off of the anxious feelings, I saw the sun was beginning its slow decent on the horizon leaving a beautiful orange sky, while the clouds had a breathtaking pink hue next to the sun set. Thankfully it had a calming effect on me.

Our flight attendant returned with our drinks. A red wine for me and a cold beer for Eric. 

“Thank you! Do you have many people joining the high mile club?”, he asks with a huge grin plastered on his face. The attendant doesn't flinch or look disgusted. “You’d be surprised” she adds with a delightful giggle.

“I’ve been wanting to join,” he laughs as he peers over at me. The attendant looks over her shoulder and gives me a mischievous grin. “We all plan on napping the whole flight, so this would be the perfect time to do it."

“Join us” Eric chimes in. My eyes widen in horror as I stare daggers at him. “Maybe I will,” she says playfully as she walks away. 

I’m left in complete shock at the fact that he would invite a stranger to fuck. I let my anger die down before looking over at Eric, who was watching a movie. He gives me a wink before continuing the film. I pop another Xanax to calm my growing anxiety and nerves and chug it down with some wine. At this rate the whole bottle wouldn’t calm me down.

A few hours have passed by and I feel like my body has finally numbed away the nerves. Looking around the plane I notice that mostly all the passengers in first class have gone to sleep. Deep down I wished that Eric would fall asleep too and let the high mile club go, but he was wide awake and ready for action.

I get up and grab my carry-on bag taking out my vibrator. Stepping into his little loft I whisper “Meet me in 5 minutes” and then strut my way to the lavatory making sure to sway my hips slowly as I walk.

The moment I enter I'm in awe at how spacious it is! It wasn't the tiny little box I was expecting. It had a regular toilet that had a cushioned bench next to it, probably used by parents with little children. A nice large sink with long countertops, and a separate area just for sitting  with a small couch and a small little shower in the corner. 

I hastily undress, making sure I'm only wearing my matching red lace panties and bra. As I was setting down my clothes in the separate area the door opened and closed. I gasped when I realized it was the flight attendant.

“I’m sorry, I thought I had locked the door,” I said blushing. I knew that was a lie though. 

She looked at me with burning desire in her eyes. A smile crept onto her face. “Don't be sorry, I knew you were in here, I came to join you” she said, her voice dripping with arousal. She walked towards me and I froze as she brushed my dirty blonde hair away from my shoulder. She looked me up and down with an approving look on her face.

“You look delicious,” she said with a hungry expression. Her mouth crushed my lips so fast that she swallowed the needy whimper that rose out of my throat. She let her hands roam my body, caressing every inch until she came up to my nipples. She pulled away and looked at me through her hooded eyes.

“Sit down and open your legs” she demanded pointing behind me at the seating. I unfroze and quickly laid down on my back. Parting my legs for her, she gave me a wicked grin. She came in for another kiss, opening my mouth with her tongue and devouring me like a hungry feline. She worked her way down to my nipples unhooking my bra and throwing it to the side. She sucked and nibbled on them, making me arch my back and whimper. 

My pussy was aching for attention. I fisted a knot of her silky hair and pushed her downwards. She slowly pulled my lace panties down and put them in her pocket. Once her hot lips hit my core a moan tore out of me. The way she tentatively licked me made me want to explode with pleasure. No man had ever made me feel this way. 

As if on cue, Eric walked in with bulging eyes. He wasn’t expecting to find us here like this. He locked the door this time and without saying a word, he walked over and kneels down next to us, pulling the attendant in for a sloppy kiss. The sight of them making out had moisture pooling out of me. Surprisingly I felt zero amount of jealousy. I reached my hand down and started rubbing myself in a slow steady motion.