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”
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?