Friday, December 08, 2006

Mile High Club

I have half joined the mile high club. I say half because it was just me. A few years ago I had to travel to Europe to see some family. It was a long trip and a good slice of it took part at some sort of nighttime. When you pass over so many time zones, your concept of night is another’s concept of midday. Whatever it was, the sky was dark and the lights were dimmed.

All through the flight I had received a little more attention than I usually do on flights. It was my first time flying alone, internationally, and despite my pleading, my parents insisted they tell the airline to keep an eye on me. I was 17 and at the time wanted to be a commercial pilot and was obsessed with planes, I knew enough to get to where I needed to go! I felt a bit down about having a minder, a teenage boy, miles away from the parents, the last thing you want is a pseudo parent!

Anyway, the first leg was fine, fairly uneventful domestic flight. I found my way to my connecting international flight and realized that there would be a 3 hour wait. This was pre wireless and laptop days, so there is very little to entertain yourself with. I had some food, read newspapers from all over the world and eyed flight attendants. Pushing midnight and there was not long left to departure.

Since I had been watching beautiful flight attendants for an hour now I was quite ready to go to the toilet and relieve myself. I had a 10 hour plane ride ahead of me, and at the time it hadn’t crossed my mind of masturbating on the plane. I figured I could be seedy for a little while and go to the public toilet and rub one out.

Cleaning in progress!

Crap, I couldn’t go on the trek to find another toilet otherwise I may miss my plane. How on earth do you explain that? “Oh yeah sorry I missed the plane Dad, I was jerking off in the toilet”. No way. I’d have to leave it until Europe.

The flight was fairly uneventful, my minder came round a few times and made sure things were fine. About half way through the trip most people fell asleep, but not me. There was the changing over of the crew, and I had a new person assigned to me, Sophia. Sophia was hot, there was no other way to describe it. She had a sultry accent, and the looks to go with it.

Since I like planes, I took the opportunity to go for a little walk through the plane and have a chat. I ended up in the galley where Sophia was doing some busywork. We had a chat, where she had been, how the job is, is it fun and so on. I liked the company, and Sophia was certainly very pleasing to the eye and ear.

Back in my seat I had a nap, and the worst possible time for a sex dream. I never have sex dreams, maybe one every two years, they are so rare for me. I woke up with a raging hard on and wanking on the mind.

Right, this had to be sorted. I was uncomfortable, and very self conscious. I waited until my erection lost a bit of momentum, so I could hide it in my pants. I walked off to the toilet, passing Sophia’s galley on the way. Sophia asked as to my health and gave me the smile of smiles.

I don’t really know how people manage to join this mile high club with two people in there, the cramped bathroom on a plane seemed a bit awkward even with just me in there. But I persevered and managed to move with the minor turbulence to land all of my cum into the bowl. I felt great, I could land and see my extended family with a clear head. However, now to mask my activities and head back to my seat undetected. I made the usual sounds people make when they are in the toilet doing anything but using a toilet, the flushing (obvious need in this case) and the washing of the hands made very deliberate and audible.

I rounded my way back to my seat and sat down. Sophia came round in a half an hour with some water.

“You should drink some water after exertion like that”

Oh Fuck! Oh Shit! Oh Crap! Fuck!

My eyes went a wide and dinner plates, I either went white like a ghost or red like a fire truck, doesn’t matter which. I was sprung.

“Ummmm, sorry, but I’m young and it’s been a while, and I had a dream and, and, and” (I am terrible at hurried explanations).
“Don’t mention it, only you and I know, and I don’t care. I can keep your secret if you can keep mine”
“…”
“I was just in there doing the same”

Wow!

The rest of the flight was uneventful, we landed and it was time to leave the best flight I’ve ever been on. As we shuffled out of the plane and all the flight attendants, pilots etc. are thanking you for flying with them Sophia gives me a wink.

To this day, much like the school camp it remains burnt into my brain, I love to revisit this fantasy. Has anyone else joined the mile high club?

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

You say "I love to revisit this fantasy" - so it IS a fantasy, then? I must say, I didn't believe a word of it as I read it...

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wanklogger said...

Thanks for reading!

Yes, it was/is a fantasy, apart from my lack of sex dream, unfortunately. This was the first time I have ever written anything like this and I wasn't quite sure how to bring up the fact.

If I have another attempt at this, do people prefer it made clear or a little bit uncertain - which it seems this was?

Cheers!

Anonymous said...

i say make it clear, nothing wrong with fantasies but its good to know whats actually happened to you and whats just a good jerkoff daydream

Al Sensu said...

Oh, I'm a half-member as you say, several times over. I find the loos on planes fairly unpleasant for any activity, least of all jerking off. But when you're stuck on a plane for hours, feel horny, especially if there's an attractive neighbor or flight attendant, then what's a guy to do?

Anonymous said...

I did that once too! I picked up a bunch of magazines in the airport like Maxim, and a Cosmo and Marie Claire cause they had really hot girls on the covers! I was flipping through the Maxim on the plane and got really horny so I brought it to the bathroom and jacked off in there! It was intense! I love jacking off in public places so that was a huge rush to me!

Anonymous said...

you like jacking off in a public place? YOU MEAN YOU LEFT THE DOOR OPEN? WOW!!!

Anonymous said...

Over the years I have done this several times. I can never sleep on plans and the mind starts to wander on long haul and overnight flights. In the beginning I went for self relief in bathrooms but the last several times I did it in my seat while other passengers slept. I found jacking off under a blanket while trying not to make too much movement and thus alert your neighbor or flight attendent creates a wonderful, nervous thrill. It also makes the whole episode last longer and thus better.

C.J. Clark said...

well being Naked is what I get a kick out of. I live
Naked & drive Naked. so on a 3 hour flight I went into
the john, closed & locked the door - then I quickly got Naked & my Cock Stiff. then I Jerked Off & shot a load of Cum all over! Some Cum was even on that little
mirror! Then I just went back to my seat. Next an older lady went in. When she came out she looked right at me & grinned. How
cool was that.

C.J. Clark said...

well being Naked is what I get a kick out of. I live
Naked & drive Naked. so on a 3 hour flight I went into
the john, closed & locked the door - then I quickly got Naked & my Cock Stiff. then I Jerked Off & shot a load of Cum all over! Some Cum was even on that little
mirror! Then I just went back to my seat. Next an older lady went in. When she came out she looked right at me & grinned. How
cool was that.