Mile High Club

Derek sat slouched in the dark blue plastic chair in the airport lobby waiting impatiently for his delayed flight to be called. There are only so many times you can look over Facebook and not see the same material. He even got through the over 200 emails he had sitting in his inbox that he been neglecting since last week. He looked out of the large windows onto the tarmac not sure what the holdup was. The sky was a little dark but nothing to menacing and it wasn’t even raining yet. His attention was drawn across the way to a younger couple arguing loudly. She was accusing him of not giving her enough attention. And he was denying talking to someone else. Their voices rose loudly reverberating across the wide almost empty airport. It was a prime example of miscommunication between a male and a female she was saying one thing and he was denying another. They were both unhappy though and that became obvious as their voices rose higher and higher. More and more people become involved in their already heated conversation.

A stranger stepped in a tall male when she pushed her boyfriend and he pushed her back. She fell backwards his push a little too forceful. The stranger got in between both of them trying to prevent any more physical confrontation. “Oh sorry,” A woman said walking by him and hitting his sprawled out legs with her rolling bag. The wheels on her bag slamming into his crossed ankles.

He yelped audibly drawing his injured legs inward toward himself. “Hey,” he said almost a little too loudly. His phone falling into the seat next to him with a loud clatter.

She turned beet red at the attention he was causing them in the airport. She rolled her bag across the way and sat down across from him. “Sorry, if you were all the way across the aisle I might not of hit you. But it was an accident I do apologize.”

She sat down across the aisle from him and quickly busies herself finding something in her purse hung across her shoulder. Purposely not paying him any attention as he glared at her his ankles aching from her carelessness. “Great,” he thought to himself nastily. “Now he’s going to have a limp going home for the holidays. That’s just something out his girlfriend is going to bitch about.” Thoughts turn to his bitch of a girlfriend. They were high school sweethearts. He went away to college and she stayed. They try to make it work long distance. But he knew it wasn't working for a while now. Every time they talk to each other they either ended the conversation in tears or angrily cussing each other out. Long distance relationships are hard and not meant for everyone. Maybe they weren’t meant for each other. They were kids and they first met. He’s changed. To mention all of the young college pussy he’s missing out on because he has a girlfriend back home. It shouldn’t matter that his mom loves her, he doesn’t. He’s only 22, to cry out loud. It’s not like they’re going to get married. Even though she thinks that way. He can’t picture his life married to her, he doesn’t want to.

His focus was drawn to the woman sitting across the way from him, the one who almost ran him over a few minutes ago. She sat there across from him with her face in a book, her legs slightly apart, the red and black plaid wool hugging her thighs. Her eyes rose above the book she was reading and saw him watching her. Her legs opened slightly and her skirt rose a little higher. He got a sneak peek of her pearl white cotton panties underneath the skirt before she quickly to her knees together. Their eyes met briefly before she not so obviously turned her attention back to what she was reading.

He felt his dick get harder and knew she was teasing him. Suddenly his phone didn't hold his attention for very long. He kept glancing up at her pretending to look around her so she wouldn't catch him. And every now and again he would see her legs part just enough to keep him interested. And to see her. And the fact that she was toying with him was driving him crazy. He looked at her, really looked. She was about 5”4, 130 pounds. She had a distinctly librarian look about her. Her long brown hair was pulled away from her face and swung from a ponytail reaching halfway down her back. She wore a black long sleeve turtleneck and then the black and red plaid skirt.

She had amazing legs. They were naked, no stockings or leggings despite the cold weather outside. She wore flat black shoes, sensible shoes. Her thick horn-rimmed glasses, black ones that sat a little low on the bridge of her nose and she pretended to focus on the travel book in front of her. Her legs uncrossed to tease him every so often. She looked like she was quiet, like she would be quiet. He was dying to find out just how she would be.

He nearly jumped out of his seat when a drone voice came over the intercom announcing that their flight was boarding finally. She got up out of her seat first and grabs her bag fumbling the book as she did it. He quickly stepped up to her and grabbed it before it could hit the floor. “If I give this back would you promise not to run me over anymore.” He smiled at her. “That really hurt.”

He followed behind her handing the book back to her. As she turned around and responded, “depends on if you’re in my way or not.” She smiled back, pushing her glasses up higher onto the bridge of her nose. Derek’s eyes were drawn to her tight little ass as she walked away toward the boarding gate in front of him. He felt like she was challenging him and it turned him on.

He fell in line behind her as they boarded the plane. His eyes were drawn to her tight little ass as it swayed back-and-forth in her plaid skirt. If he didn’t know any better he could’ve swore that she swung her hips extra wide just for him feeling his eyes on her back. She even looked back at him once her head tilted and daring him not to stare.

“This is going to be a fun flight,” he thought to himself as he filed in behind her walking past the threshold of the plane and finding his seat in the middle. Take off was a little rough Derek remembered, his fingers cramping as he held onto the arms of his chair for dear life. The cabin of the plane shaking and the sound of the engines struggling to climb through the clouds reminding him of every plane crash film he ever saw. Take off though it was easy. He settled down for about an hour, putting his ear buds in and listening to music with his eyes closed trying to tune out the crying baby about three rows over in the back.

He was almost asleep, the sound of Seether in his ears when someone bumped his elbow roughly. He sat up and pulled one of the headphone jacks out of ear. There she was staring back at him. “Oh I’m so sorry,” she said over to pick up the book that she knocked out of his hand. “Hope I didn’t disturb you.” His attention was drawn to her ass is she bent over and those legs. She was almost throwing them in his face literally. She had the book back to him for continuing through the length of the plane toward the front. Opening the small door to the bathroom she closed it behind her giving him a look before doing so.

“Oh shit,” he thought to himself rubbing his suddenly sweaty palms on to his jeans. “Does she want me to follow her? Should I follow her? What would happen if I did? Would she freak out and tell me to leave? Or tell me to stay?” All this ran through his head in the two minutes that followed her shutting the bathroom door. “What the hell,” he thought to himself as he unbuckled his seat belt and walked toward the bathroom. His palms were sweating as he stood outside the door. Rubbing them onto the front of his jeans, his mind suddenly cleared when he saw that the door was unlocked. “She wanted me to follow her.”

He quickly pulled open the small bathroom door, walked inside and shut it after him. She was standing there in front of the sink, her back to it, facing the door. They stood there facing each other for a moment. His gaze drawn to her pouty lips before she reached behind him and locked it, the sound bouncing off the walls of the tiny room. They stood there, face to face almost touching in the tiny bathroom, before he lifted her slightly off her feet to where she was sitting on the edge of the sink. He dropped down to his knees in front of her and very slowly, giving her time to stop him; he stared up at her, his hands reaching up her skirt. She stared down at him; biting her lower lip as he pulled the same white cotton panties she gave him a glimpse of in the lobby not even an hour before down her bare legs.

He felt his dick get hard as she opened her legs slightly and showed him her pretty pussy. He brought his mouth to her and began running his tongue up and down on her clit. She inhaled sharply and came almost instantly, her sweet taste filling his mouth. He heard her stifle a moan as she came into his mouth again, her fingers pushing his head deeper into her. He held her slight frame up as she lost her footing, one of her legs propped on his shoulder, the other dangled in mid air as he took her full weight. He didn’t see her eyes roll into the back of her head as she came again. He lapped up her sloppy wet pussy. “Damn, she tasted so good,” he thought, her juices running down his chin. He felt her body start to shake and knew she’d had enough.

He stood up, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand. Pulling his pants down, he shivered slightly her, her hand wrapped around his cock and she began to pump it up and down. He leaned against her, his eyes half closed as her hand felt so good. “Come here,” she whispered, “I want to taste my pussy before you fuck me.” She brought her mouth to his and still jacking his dick, her tongue invaded his mouth. His dick got impossibly harder as she moved her head to the side to deepen the kiss, liking the taste of her own pussy.

He pulled back slightly, “Do you have a condom,” he asked breathing heavily, her hand not stopping.

“No, but I want you inside me,” she breathed, her mouth sucking on the side of his neck, her legs all ready wrapping around his waist pulling him closer to her.

What was he supposed to do? She guided his thick dick into her and gasped after it was in. Her tight pussy gripped his cock; her pussy was warm, wet and tight as he held it in for a few seconds, giving her time to adjust. He let her start moving first. She slid up and down on his cock, neither one caring about the noise and commotion they were causing in the small, confined space. He held her up for the most part, standing there at first, letting her do most of the work. She slid up and down on his dick slowly. He could feel his dick get slippery with her cum as she creamed on his big shaft.

He held out for as long as he could, letting her control the pace before he took control. With one leg in each arm, he spread them out fully, giving him full access to her and just went to town. He started pounding her tight pussy, going faster and harder the more she squirmed and tried to keep quiet. He knew the outside of the bathroom door must’ve shook with the force he was using to pound her pussy, but he didn’t care. She felt that good. Her pussy contracted around his dick over and over, her cum dripping down his legs.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, his arms ached with her weight. “Where can I cum,” he whispered in her ear about to explode.

“Please cum inside me,” she whispered back, moaning as he emptied himself inside her. They both shook with the force of the orgasm; the last one, they came together. He collapsed against her, setting her down, she half sat on the edge of the sink again. His knees almost bowed in exhaustion. He stepped back completely spent. In silence she pulled her skirt back down, her gaze on the floor. She turned around to face the mirror and tried to smooth her mussed hair in the back.
He pulled his jeans up, tucked his shirt back into his jeans. Leaning into her back he said, “There’s no hope. You’re going to look like you just got the shit fucked out of you,” he smiled straightening his hair.

Their eyes met in the mirror and she smiled, not saying a word. He stepped up to her, rubbed her ass and then stuck his fingers under her skirt and inside her sloppy, wet pussy. She gripped the edge of the counter with the force of the orgasm. “Why you being quiet now? You weren’t so quiet when I had my dick inside you,” he watched her eyes roll into the back of her head one more time before he pulled his finger out.

He held his finger out, covered in a mixture of his cum and hers and she put it in her mouth, licking it off for him. “I suppose, you’re right. No use in being shy after that,” she licked her lips suggestively.

He felt his dick try to get hard again. Bending down he picked up her white cotton panties off the floor, the reason this whole situation started. Handing them back to her, “Why don’t you keep them to remember me by.”

“All right. But something tells me I won’t have a problem remembering you.” He shoved her panties into the front pocket of his jeans.

“Let me go first. Wait a few minutes and then follow me. Don’t want to look too suspicious.” She straightened her skirt and had het hand on the door.

“Darling, you know the whole plane heard us, right? Everyone knows what we were doing. Now it’s the walk of shame back to our seats,” he smiled teasingly poking her in the back. Her eyes glared at him as she opened the door, walked back into the cabin of the plane and shut the door behind her.

He counted to 120 slowly in his head, running through what just happened, before opening the bathroom door himself. He all but almost ran into an older guy trying to open the same door. The older guy shook his head shamefully as he made his way back to his seat. Derek laughed knowing he just saw her leave the same bathroom, and was sure it would be empty when he walked out. Laughing quietly to himself he returned to his seat just as the seat belt light flickered on signaling their descent. “This was officially the best flight home he’d ever taken,” he thought to himself and thanks to the random stranger and what they just did in the bathroom he was now a member of the mile high club.