The Mile-High Club
The mile-high club is amongst the most exclusive clubs in the world. It is so exclusive that only a few people have had the privilege to be a member of it. The two people involved in the sex should not have met each other previously. They shouldn’t know each other in any manner possible. It is also fraught with risks. If you are found out that you were having sex in the plane while it was airborne, it may constitute sex in a lavatory as a sexual offense. Even though both of you are adults, and can engage in sex, it’s not allowed in a public plane. Which in the Indian case is, I don’t know, but maybe 6 months in jail. After you’ve completed the act and are sitting on your seat, with your heart beating 300 times a minute, you get an indescribable feeling of glory. That you’ve achieved something remarkable. The excitement of the act and the escape from being caught can make you wet. Yours very truly belongs to this club and has done this act when she was a mere 21-year-old!
I’d gone to Bombay with my girlfriend for a marriage ceremony of one of her distant relatives. She said that she isn’t going with Baby Doll & insisted I come along. I was free anyway so I gave her a go ahead. We were staying in a hotel, even though her relatives were inviting us to stay at their house. I didn’t want to stay with them – I came to see how the Bombay crowd was and how good the boys were. I was anyway least bit interested in the marriage proceedings as was my GF. If everything was alright and I found a good-looking boy, I couldn’t bring him to their house! I needed a hotel for that. We reached Bombay & checked into our hotel – in the afternoon we went to their relative’s house. It was a Haldi-Mehndi ceremony. After the usual paraphernalia which surrounds a Punjabi wedding, we decided to go to a nightclub. My GF’s cousins – sister & brother were to accompany us in their car. I wore an Emporio Armani Blue dress for woman which is quite liked by me, because I look smoking hot in it. The model shown wearing the dress in its advert is anorexic, she doesn’t have curves and looks like a 14-year-old boy! It accentuates my curves and looks spectacular on me. My GF always kisses me on the cheeks when she sees me looking that hot.
It was a posh night club. The cousin sister of my GF was the designated-driver so she only had mocktails. I don’t fuck around with my drinks – no gin, vodka or tequila, only the whisky/scotch (& if it is beer then it’s Guinness). Gins are only for pussies and I ain’t one, if you know what I mean. There were obviously boys in that place – some of them quite nice. Even though everyone saw us there, no one came and introduced themselves (maybe because of that brother of hers). So, the day ended and we all were seen off at the hotel. None of the days when we had gone out to a night-club, we were lucky. No boys at all! After the marriage was over, we packed our stuff and while we were doing that I said to my GF, “What a nice holiday we had, no fuckin’ dick in sight!”. She just laughed.
The departing plane from Bombay was around midnight. We had booked our usual business-class seats. There weren’t very many people in the business-class & first-class seats. A guy came after we were seated and sat right in front of us. He was nice, greeted us smilingly and the normal discussion ensued, “Oh you are from Delhi, oh that’s nice. Which part South Delhi?”. He said he was in Bombay to take care of his fathers’ business dealings & we said we were there for a marriage ceremony of our relatives. We were impressed by him and he was with us. Then the drinks trolley came and he did something which made me decide he’s going to be my next ‘target’! He ordered whisky the same as I did. I made very quick remarks to my GF (hush-hush!) as to switching her seats with the boy. She was game for it. I said to him, “You know my GF here is having a cocktail so that goes against the respect one should accord a nice whisky, why don’t you switch places with her!”. The guy couldn’t be happier. We were talking left & right, a million things at once, all smiling and giddy with whisky. Once I got to know that no one in the business-class seats were going to the bathroom & were asleep (it was about 12:35 AM), I went close to the guy and told him to come with me.
The 3rd guy in my list was this 26-year-old. He came in unseen and as I had kept the bathroom door ajar, came right in. There he didn’t waste any fuckin’ time, started kissing me lasciviously. He kept saying, “What beauty you are!” and I know the noises that we make may be a problem, so advised him not to speak. It was so exciting that my pussy was already dripping wet! I didn’t undress, only bent over holding the sink as he pulled my panties down. He’d kept a condom (only one!) in his purse. Later I got to know that the boy was into full-time sex, always came to Bombay and because he’s rich had sex left-right and center. I had stuffed a bunch of tissue paper in my mouth so that if I made any involuntary noise, it would get muffled. Just from his first stroke I understood he was an experienced guy. He was hitting at my pussy rhythmically and in between he used to bend down and lick my pussy and ass clean. Then instead of fuckin’ me, he came and held my face and kissing me said, “Fuck you’re hot!”. My boobs were not in his reach and as I told you earlier, boys get frustrated if they don’t get to reach the boobs. They dearly like the pussy and our jugs. I wanted to get my name signed in the mile-high club while the boy didn’t fuckin’ knew there was such a club in the world! So, I had to beat him some sense – said, “Talk to me after you’ve cum, my dear!”. He then kept hitting at me until he’d cum. I was thoroughly wet but did not cum! I very quickly used all the tissues that were there, cleaned off my pussy, wore my dress properly and came out. While the heart beat was very strong in me. The boy came back after a few minutes, he was smiling and couldn’t help himself off of my hands. I said smilingly and winked at him, “Good show Prince, you are now a prestigious member of the mile-high club!”. Had to explain the meaning for him to understand that such a club exists in the world.
As we touched down in Delhi and disembarked the plane, we shared our email addresses and phone number etc. I had to tell him that this was a casual thing, don’t think that I have become his GF. He said, “Yeah, I understand…yup. So, when are we meeting again?”. I said I will let him know.
Fin
I’d gone to Bombay with my girlfriend for a marriage ceremony of one of her distant relatives. She said that she isn’t going with Baby Doll & insisted I come along. I was free anyway so I gave her a go ahead. We were staying in a hotel, even though her relatives were inviting us to stay at their house. I didn’t want to stay with them – I came to see how the Bombay crowd was and how good the boys were. I was anyway least bit interested in the marriage proceedings as was my GF. If everything was alright and I found a good-looking boy, I couldn’t bring him to their house! I needed a hotel for that. We reached Bombay & checked into our hotel – in the afternoon we went to their relative’s house. It was a Haldi-Mehndi ceremony. After the usual paraphernalia which surrounds a Punjabi wedding, we decided to go to a nightclub. My GF’s cousins – sister & brother were to accompany us in their car. I wore an Emporio Armani Blue dress for woman which is quite liked by me, because I look smoking hot in it. The model shown wearing the dress in its advert is anorexic, she doesn’t have curves and looks like a 14-year-old boy! It accentuates my curves and looks spectacular on me. My GF always kisses me on the cheeks when she sees me looking that hot.
It was a posh night club. The cousin sister of my GF was the designated-driver so she only had mocktails. I don’t fuck around with my drinks – no gin, vodka or tequila, only the whisky/scotch (& if it is beer then it’s Guinness). Gins are only for pussies and I ain’t one, if you know what I mean. There were obviously boys in that place – some of them quite nice. Even though everyone saw us there, no one came and introduced themselves (maybe because of that brother of hers). So, the day ended and we all were seen off at the hotel. None of the days when we had gone out to a night-club, we were lucky. No boys at all! After the marriage was over, we packed our stuff and while we were doing that I said to my GF, “What a nice holiday we had, no fuckin’ dick in sight!”. She just laughed.
The departing plane from Bombay was around midnight. We had booked our usual business-class seats. There weren’t very many people in the business-class & first-class seats. A guy came after we were seated and sat right in front of us. He was nice, greeted us smilingly and the normal discussion ensued, “Oh you are from Delhi, oh that’s nice. Which part South Delhi?”. He said he was in Bombay to take care of his fathers’ business dealings & we said we were there for a marriage ceremony of our relatives. We were impressed by him and he was with us. Then the drinks trolley came and he did something which made me decide he’s going to be my next ‘target’! He ordered whisky the same as I did. I made very quick remarks to my GF (hush-hush!) as to switching her seats with the boy. She was game for it. I said to him, “You know my GF here is having a cocktail so that goes against the respect one should accord a nice whisky, why don’t you switch places with her!”. The guy couldn’t be happier. We were talking left & right, a million things at once, all smiling and giddy with whisky. Once I got to know that no one in the business-class seats were going to the bathroom & were asleep (it was about 12:35 AM), I went close to the guy and told him to come with me.
The 3rd guy in my list was this 26-year-old. He came in unseen and as I had kept the bathroom door ajar, came right in. There he didn’t waste any fuckin’ time, started kissing me lasciviously. He kept saying, “What beauty you are!” and I know the noises that we make may be a problem, so advised him not to speak. It was so exciting that my pussy was already dripping wet! I didn’t undress, only bent over holding the sink as he pulled my panties down. He’d kept a condom (only one!) in his purse. Later I got to know that the boy was into full-time sex, always came to Bombay and because he’s rich had sex left-right and center. I had stuffed a bunch of tissue paper in my mouth so that if I made any involuntary noise, it would get muffled. Just from his first stroke I understood he was an experienced guy. He was hitting at my pussy rhythmically and in between he used to bend down and lick my pussy and ass clean. Then instead of fuckin’ me, he came and held my face and kissing me said, “Fuck you’re hot!”. My boobs were not in his reach and as I told you earlier, boys get frustrated if they don’t get to reach the boobs. They dearly like the pussy and our jugs. I wanted to get my name signed in the mile-high club while the boy didn’t fuckin’ knew there was such a club in the world! So, I had to beat him some sense – said, “Talk to me after you’ve cum, my dear!”. He then kept hitting at me until he’d cum. I was thoroughly wet but did not cum! I very quickly used all the tissues that were there, cleaned off my pussy, wore my dress properly and came out. While the heart beat was very strong in me. The boy came back after a few minutes, he was smiling and couldn’t help himself off of my hands. I said smilingly and winked at him, “Good show Prince, you are now a prestigious member of the mile-high club!”. Had to explain the meaning for him to understand that such a club exists in the world.
As we touched down in Delhi and disembarked the plane, we shared our email addresses and phone number etc. I had to tell him that this was a casual thing, don’t think that I have become his GF. He said, “Yeah, I understand…yup. So, when are we meeting again?”. I said I will let him know.
Fin
2 years ago
The next time me & my girls are going to the US, we'll make sure that we fly Lufthansa. But, need to check whether the regular planes go from India or does the Airbus A340-600 also carry passengers. I know the middle-east airlines have all gotten the new planes.
Haha...yeah, nothing like swapping fluids!