Lean in close and ask which way is it to the mile high club
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm sorry sir, sexual intercourse on a plane is illegal." The stewardess tells you. "And there is most certainly no club for such a thing on board."
"You lie." You tell her. "I have a reliable source that tells me otherwise, and I want in." You lie through your teeth.
"I'm afraid I don’t know what you're talking about." She says.
"Don’t give me that. Take me to the mile high club this instance!" You demand.
The stewardess looks around nervously, then composes herself. "Certainly sir. Since you insist sir."
The red head removes her little blue hat, dropping it to the floor. She takes the pin out of her hair causing it to drop out into large wavy curls. She removes her jacket, and unbuttons the top of her blouse. Her cleavage peaks out through the top. She unzips your pants, and drops them to the floor. Then hitches up her skirt and hoists herself up onto the little bench behind her.
"Come join the club." She instructs you.
That does it for you. You pull her panties to one side, and thrust your pole up inside her. She jumps and braces herself against the cupboard, and you begin thrusting up into her.
"Faster sir. In the mile high club, you have to be fast so as to avoid rousing suspicion." She says.
You bang and thrust faster and faster. Drawing yourself closer to orgasm as quickly as you can.
"Notice the lack of clothes we removed. Keeping yourself in as much attire as possible is an important part of the mile high experience." She says.
You look at her a little oddly, but figure she can say whatever she wants as long as you're getting your cock screwed.
Sweat beads from the red heads pours. Her crisp look slowly melts into a fray. Your balls begin to surge, and your cock begins to swell. You're about ready to come, which the red head sees on your face.
"Finally, make sure to make as little as mess as possible. Then get back to your seat as quickly as you can." She tells you.
That's it. That's all you can take. The spontaneous fucking, the dirty mile high stewardess talk, the fact you've been building this load of cum all day has you racing to an orgasm. You thrust your dick one last time, then slow to a steady sensual pace. You push forward into an embrace as you do, holding the stewardess in a tight grip. Stream after stream of hot spunk surges up your shaft and blasts into the red heads womb. The pulses seem to go on forever as you jitter and twitch and empty your load.
You slip out, your dick softening with satisfaction. The red head pulls her panties back over her pussy, and pats it gently twice with a smile. "There we go. No mess. No fuss. Our little secret. Welcome to the mile high club, sir."
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