The Mile-high clubs’ latest members left their smell of sex behind, returning sweaty and flush across the aisle. It aroused me. I saw him later. "Meet me in five, bathroom at the front of the plane, I wanna fuck."

Five minutes later I walked in, waited. Anticipation growing in equal proportion to my wetness. Then the rap on the door. He stepped in, his hardness leading. I bounced in his lap and rode him until I came on the bathroom seat.

My panty stifled my orgasmic screams. His cum dripped from my pussy. I chose my first partner well