The time I was upgraded to Club Class on a Cross-Atlantic flight... and enjoyed the extra facilities to the full ;)
On a cross Atlantic flight to New York... I was surprised to be upgraded to Club Class.
It's very comfy with loads of room, and I'm able to lay down properly, so for once, I might actually manage to sleep on a plane!
It’s very posh, and I’m glad I dressed semi-smart in my loose-fitting summer dress over leggings... to me, the perfect travel combo!
It’s the same flight routine as normal, only the drinks and food are better quality - I have a couple of GnT’s - and I settle down to watch a film on a much bigger screen... and eat the evening meal.
Adjacent to me and facing me is a smart businessman... going home to the USA. He’s not really my type, but handsome enough and although we exchange a few words he leaves me to myself to enjoy my first Club Class flight.
I watch another film... fall half asleep reading my book... but even laying down I still can’t sleep well on a plane... unlike the guy adjacent who is now fast asleep!
In my half-sleep, I imagine or dream that he reaches over and strokes my thigh. Now I can't get that thought out of my head and I begin to masturbate discreetly under my blanket...
My hand slips inside my leggings to find my lace knickers... my fingers creep slowly inside, and I find my warm clitoris. I know this is very naughty... but I can't resist.
The plane is in darkness except for a few reading lights and I check around to be sure no one can see me. All is quiet and in Club Class, the screens give you much more privacy, but I spot a lady opposite a few seats down... who is sort of looking at me. She's about my age and very pretty indeed. Can she see what I'm up to... surely not!
I now imagine that she gets up and as she walks past she hands me a note... it simply says "Meet me at the back of the plane!".
I've closed my eyes now, and I imagine I make that walk to join her. As two strangers, we slip into the cramped toilet and without saying a word, we kiss each other hard. Her urgent hand is on my vulva, and with no messing around, she's inserted her fingers into my vagina, which has become instantly wet. I imagine she's expertly fucking me with her fingers, and her tongue is exploring my mouth.
Back in the real world of Club Class... I desperately want to put my fingers in my vagina... but I'm scared it will be too obvious... so I just keep massaging my clitoris... which feels awesome for a change.
I glance over to the lady, who now has her eyes closed... I watch her hoping she's secretly doing the same as me.
Gently... very gently... I'm bringing myself to climax. I'm lightly tapping my erect clitoris and then playing with the area just between my labia. I don't need to force my orgasm... it's coming naturally and at pace... like it's got its own will.
I have to hold my body rigid... as I orgasm so beautifully... and having to stay silent and still makes the orgasm even more thrilling.
Suddenly... an air hostess is bending down next to me... "Miss, you've dropped this", handing me my book, which has dropped on the floor. I take the book with my hand that's literally just been on my warm wet vagina. "Thanks!" I say.
She seems to glance down for a milli-second towards my vagina area and then back into my eyes. "Can I get you anything else?" she asks smiling... am I imagining that she's got that 'I know what you were just doing!' look on her face!
And I can smell my musky just orgasmed aroma on my hand... surely she couldn't too?
"No, I'm fine, thanks", I reply a little sheepishly.
As she walks away, I smile to myself... phew... it must be against the rules to masturbate on a plane!
Another first for me... maybe sometime in the future, I'll fly First Class and join the full 'Mile- High' club.
Any of you ladies got a good story about any inflight sexy experience? If so, please PM me and I'll pen a blog for you!
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