Mile High Club
Couple
Submit Report *This is a work of fiction. Feedback will be greatly appreciated. In January 2010, I had decided to go backpacking with my friends to West Bengal, to the Sunderbans (A royal Bengal Tiger Reserve) and surrounding areas. Due to certain scheduling problems, all my friends had left before me by train, while I had to catch a flight to meet up with them in Kolkata. Unfortunately, being on a shoestring budget, the only flight I could afford was this horrid thing, at 2 am in the morning, when no sensible person would willingly leave a warm bed and go anywhere. I sat in the terminal, waiting for the flight to commence boarding, while drinking the crappiest and most expensive cup of coffee I'd ever tasted. I sipped some more, when I saw her standing nearby, also sipping some coffee from a cup. "I can't believe that I'm paying for this crap." "Believe it. Terminal coffee always tastes bad." "I've tasted bad coffee. This is exceptional. It tastes like a monkey peed into battery acid." She laughed, and we introduced ourselves to each other. She was also on my flight. Her name was Mamatha, this pretty young woman, in her mid twenties. She was not very tall, around 5'2", fair, with shoulder length hair. She was a bit chubby, but her body was very curvy, just the way I like it. She wore a simple blue jacket, slacks and shoes, and had sexy bedroom eyes. "So, why are you headed Kolkata? Business or Pleasure?" "Oh, business, completely. I'm a market researcher." "What do you do, exactly?" "I go and ask people questions about our products. You know, if their reactions, expectations, etc." "Ok. So what are you researching in Kolkata?" "Cigarettes. I'm going out, at dawn, meeting people and asking them questions about our clients fags." "Cool. Never thought you could make a career out of that. Maybe I'll do that." "What do you do?" "I'm still in college; Heading for a backpacking trip, across the Sunderbans and the surrounding areas." "Cool. You feeling sleepy?" "No, actually. Not at all. This crappy coffee is keeping me awake.." We sat chatting in the lounge. Our flight, due to its hours was nearly empty, and we eventually sat together, in the plane. By now, our playful chatting had turned into some serious flirting. The flight was supposed to be 90 minutes long, but both of us were too buzzed with coffee to feel sleepy. Besides, who wants to sleep when you are into such heavy flirting! A few minutes into the flight, they put on the in flight movie, some kiddie film about a mad scientist. However, most of the other passengers (and there were very few) chose to fall asleep, and the lights were dimmed to a minimum. "Did you see this film in the cinema?" Mamatha asked. "I went for it, but I didn't watch it." "Why?" her eyes asked teasingly. "It's quite a boring film. And I was making out with someone." "Hmmm, making out in a movie, that's something I haven't done in a while now…" "Let's change that." I said, and leaned over to kiss her. Her lips tasted like something else, a bit of coffee, something like a lipstick and something else I have never been able to figure out. She was a really good kisser too, and it was serious heat we had started to build in the back. I had my hand inside her shirt, teasing an exited nipple between my forefinger and thumb, while her hands were rubbing my cock from outside my cargos pants. We heard an airhostess coming, and we quickly broke off. Mamatha closed her jacket around herself, and I composed myself. "Can I get you anything, sir?" asked one of the heavily made up, tired airhostesses. "No, thank you. We were just getting to know each other better." She left, and I turned around to make out again. Mamatha laughed and pointed at my jeans, where a small wet spot had begun to form due to pre-cum. "Oh, baby, you are turning me on!" I said, and we began to make out again. Both of us were very turned on, and we just got a bit bolder. I pulled my cock out of my jeans, and she held it for a second, feeling its length and girth in her small hand. She began to slowly jerk me, as we kissed, and though I enjoyed it, I couldn't wait to do more. "You have a big cock." She said. "Much bigger than my ex boyfriend." "Thanks. Put it in your mouth, will you?" She looked around, and gently bent down, and began to give me head. It felt good, but then, for a good blowjob, eye contact is necessary. However, I was very turned on. "I want you, now. Lets go to the loo and fuck. What do you think?" I asked. "I've never done it on a plane before! Besides, I barely know you!" "That's the point, isn't it?" I asked. She nodded, and both of us made our way to the cramped loo in the back of the nearly empty plane. A couple of airhostesses were near it, one fast asleep, and the other reading some book. She peered over the book at us, and I winked at her. She shook her head, and kept reading. I opened the door, and stood a bit dumbfounded at what I saw. I think, airplane loos keep shrinking every time you get on them, and this one was small, exceptionally small. I looked at Mamatha, and she smiled. "Logistical problem?" she asked. I smiled. Indeed, we had a logistical problem. I have a bit of a difficulty getting into an airplane loo anyway, because of my size. I'm about 6'2" tall, weighing about a 100kg, with a strong muscular physique, with fair skin and slightly middle eastern features, thanks to my Iranian forefathers. She looked at me, and asked me to sit on the pot. I had to confess, I had never tried woman on top before. I usually like to be the man, and take control in bed. However, this was a night of firsts. The only way we were going to be able to do this if she was on top. I put the seat down, and pulled my pants around my ankles and sat down. I opened up my shirt, and breathed. My penis was semi hard now, as she entered the loo and closed the door behind her. She looked at me and slowly, sexily took her shirt off, and pulled her slacks off.