Wonder what it’s like to be part of the mile high club? Read this and find out!
It was finally Friday, and Morgan and John were having a weekend getaway at last. Though she’d never been a big fan of flying, she was super excited this time. John had gone all out, booking luxurious seats in first class. Between the included amenities, and the anticipation of having her lover to herself all weekend, Morgan was ecstatic.
As she sat in the over-stuffed chair, smelling the aromatic leather, she couldn’t help but chuckle at where life had taken her of late. Having found herself in the position of single mother after an ugly divorce, Morgan hadn’t planned to ever be in another relationship. In fact, she figured she would eventually achieve Spinster Status, only having grown children to go along with the plethora of cats she pictured herself having. John Kennedy had swooped in and changed all that, and as for Morgan- she’d never been happier.
John’s return to his seat pulled Morgan out of her reverie. Before he had quite sat down, he captured her hand and placed kisses over the back of it.
“My love, I am so happy to have this time away with you,” he said softly, gazing into her eyes.
It always gave her a thrill of pleasure to be loved by him, and he so often did a thorough job of it. His words and his actions were a perfect display that assured her that he meant every caress, and every sweet utterance.
“Oh, John, I love you so very much! And I just can’t thank you enough for all of this!” She exclaimed the words with outstretched arms, encompassing the finery of their surroundings.
John pulled her hands back into his grasp, kissing each, before capturing her mouth. Before Morgan knew it, she found herself in an embrace that had her blood boiling and her panties becoming moist.
Caught up in the passion of their heated kisses, Morgan barely noticed the blanket that John placed over both of their laps. She was, however, very aware of her lover’s hand, as it found its way to the juncture at the top of her thighs. She couldn’t stop her sudden intake of breath when his fingers began an erotic massage of her clit. Her breathing became more erratic as he worked his magic there.
After several moments of him playing with her most sensual spot, he withdrew from her. The disappointment was immediate, as she had been close to climax. However, when he brought his fingers to his nose and took a hardy sniff before placing them in his mouth, her arousal was peaked once again.
“Mmmmmmmm, mo grah, you taste so good!” he exclaimed, once he’d finished dining on the ambrosia he’d coaxed from her.
Watching him enjoy the way she tasted nearly had her orgasming on the spot. As it was, she had to adjust her position, fidgeting in order to gain some relief and some composure, lest the attendants become suspicious of her wanton behavior. She had been very busy enjoying John’s intimate massage, but still managed to sneak peaks of the cabin’s other occupants. Luckily her flight mates were all either too busy napping, or engrossed in their own business.
John regained her attention when he placed her palm against his hardened shaft. Looking down at where her hand disappeared into the blanket, she was shocked to realize she was inside his underwear.
His mouth was against her ear where her hair concealed his face, and she could hear his low moans of pleasure as she stroked him. As she moved rhythmically up and down, faster and firmer, his breathing quickened until he was gasping for air. She watched him in fascination, taking pleasure in the power she had to give him pleasure.
She knew he was close when his respirations became frantic, and she felt his body tense against her. Feeling hot wet jets spurting onto her hand while he tightly gripped her free arm told her she was correct.
She left her hand in place, palming his phallus as it deflated. When his grip weakened after several moments, she located a napkin she had seen earlier and wiped his seed from her hand, tucking it inside his skivvies to capture any remaining semen.
After wiping most of his extraneous discharge from both of them, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked, giving him a show that had him groaning anew. She loved to tease him; enjoyed turning him on, and took great pleasure in the feeling of power it gave her.
Apparently not one to be bested, John snatched at the blanket, his fingers diving to access Morgan’s most intimate space. “Don’t think you will get away with that, my sweet. I like to make you squirm as well.” The last was said as he turned his most wicked smile on her. True to his word, he had Morgan squirming within seconds of entering her, and it was her turn to hide her face against his neck.
As he played with her, his fingers dancing in and out, and his thumb massaging her clit, Morgan fought the urge to buck wildly back and forth in her seat. John’s handy work was driving her up, and she was fighting to maintain control of her body, and her breathing. So close to losing it, she had to snatch at the blanket- her savior- when it nearly fell to the floor. As he played, the tension built inside her. She tried at one point to halt his movements, unsure she could survive the delicious pressure he was building within her. But he would show her no mercy, continuing his erotic massage. At one point his fingers began thrusting side to side, granting a brief moment of respite, only to give way to a different sensual pressure.
The pleasure was becoming too much, and Morgan felt herself swelling inside. It was an uncomfortable build up that had her needing…something. She wasn’t sure what that something was, other than relief.
As the pleasured pressure bordered on pain, Morgan gripped his wrist in an attempt to stop any further movement inside her. His movement halted for a moment, before he gave one last sweep, rubbing from inside to out.
The orgasm ripped through her, and the relief was instantaneous, along with the mind-numbing orgasm. It took her several moments to breathe normally, and to come down from the fantastic place he had gotten her to.
When the aftershocks faded, Morgan realized that her panties were soaked, and remembered that when John had finished fingering her- when she climaxed- something had squirted out of her from where his fingers were lodged. Confused and embarrassed, Morgan lifted the blanket to survey the area. What she saw shocked her. Her panties were completely saturated, and her legs were wet as well.
Stealing a glance at John, Morgan saw that he was watching her, a look of pleased curiosity on his face.
“What is this? What happened to me, John?” she asked, patting her soaked panties, searching for answers.
John leaned over, crouching under the blanket, and pulled the sopping wet garment down her legs, helping her out of the offensive garb. To her shock, he covertly brought them to his face, sniffing them before suckling the wettest spot. Morgan nearly gagged before catching herself and demanding, “What the hell is that? What are you doing?”
Her expression must have been comical to him, as he laughed, watching as she stared in outrage. When she began to argue, he stopped her by placing the panties just in front of her face.
“Calm down my little doll, and smell yourself.” He made the command as she writhed to get away. When she continued to resist, he held her panties firmly in place, explaining, “It is not excrement, as you are clearly thinking. It is your cum.”
When her perplexed visage persisted, he chuckled, and then continued, “You have squirted, my love. Is this the first time this has happened to you?”
Morgan finally relaxed, interested in her lingerie, and curious about the garment and its smell; curious about what he had caused her body to do.
“Squirting? I squirted?” Morgan exclaimed, intrigued and turned on all at once.
She had heard of the phenomenon. Seemingly the unicorn of female orgasms, Morgan remembered an article she had read that stated that women squirting was a myth, and that what was thought of by some as a rare orgasm was in fact urine. She could see how it could be misunderstood, but owing to the fact that her bladder was not empty, she knew it had to be wrong.
Another way women’s sexuality has been disrespected for so long, Morgan thought sourly. That negativity quickly gave way to euphoria as she clasped her saturated panties, taking quick whiffs now and then. They certainly did not smell of urine, but instead contained the earthy smell that she had always associated with her vagina and loved.
Grinning broadly, she looked over at John, treasuring the new experience he provided her with. Leaning over, she kissed him passionately on the mouth. “Thank you, John! That was…incredible!”
Returning her affection, John pulled her closer, so that she was nearly sitting in his lap. “I am glad I was the first to make you squirt, my love. I can’t wait to do it again.” His words were whispered intimately against her ear, and with the last, he gifted her with a nip of the lobe.
Enjoying the pleasure mingled with pain, Morgan was becoming aroused again. Without panties as an obstacle, she knew it was a matter of time before he had her worked up again. Smiling to herself, she understood why he’d instructed her to wear a dress for the flight.
As suspected, John began another erotic massage as soon as Morgan returned from the lavatory. Ecstatic that his sexual appetite matched hers, Morgan greatly enjoyed the rest of the flight. Eventually, the flight attendants were distracted enough, and the two escaped to the bathroom and fully joined the mile high club.
This was the beginning of a fantastic weekend for the two lovers.