Erotic Story:
MILE HI
It took a couple years of
saving, but Shelly and I finally got up the money for a vacation in
Las Vegas. We had to cut a few corners to make the trip affordable.
For example, we booked a redeye flight which had lower fares than
the morning or afternoon flights. The drawback to that was the
arrival time at McCarran Field was three in the morning, much too
late for check-in and too early for breakfast. The hotel would let
us check in at that ridiculous hour, but it would cost us an extra
day's charges. So we decided we would rent a car and watch the
sunrise over Lake Mead. Just a couple days before we left, we made a
last-minute addition to our plans, one that wouldn't cost a penny,
but would add a mountain of excitement to the trip. We decided to
join the Mile-High Club. For the handful of people who have never
heard of the club, it is merely a reference to having sex in an
airplane. It sounds simple, but think again. Do you really think two
people can squeeze into an airplane's restroom and get it on? There
is barely enough space for one person to turn around. Forget about
getting a second person in there. The galleys are out; the flight
attendants hang out there. That leaves one place -- the seats. The
privacy issue is easy to deal with. Get a blanket and put it over
the two of you.
Our flight was Friday night, so we only had a couple days to work
out the details. Then we had to practice at least once. I know what
you're thinking: What a burden! Of course, it was fun. That was the
whole idea. We just had to figure out how to do it in such a
confined space. First, we had to decide what we would wear. That was
probably the easiest part. Neither of us would wear any underwear.
Since my clothes were fairly roomy, the only problem for me would be
getting a hardon at the wrong time.
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