My Boyfriend Fucked Me in the Airplane Toilet
On Jan. 6, 2016, my boyfiend and I departed from Seattle, U.S. for a nearly 3 month excursion to Ireland. We return to the U.S. on March 29th and in the meantime we will be exploring all the counties of Ireland in search of beauty and sexual adventure.
The flight from Seattle to Dublin was a long one – nearly 11 hours. The plane was a relatively roomy one, but it was packed. Being that it was the first international flight for the both of us, we had a little apprehension but we settled into it after a few hours.
Of course we had to join the “Five-Mile-High” club. Or the 36,000 feet high club to be more precise. At about 11p.m., according to the flight monitor, we're flying over Newfoundland-Labrador. We're way north. Almost to Greenland. The toilets were not all that crowded and I say to my boyfriend that now is our chance to fuck in mid-air.
So we head for the toilets. The boyfriend goes in first. I look around and when I see nobody looking at us, I knock on the door and he lets me in. The toilet room is really small. Hardly big enough for one person, much less the both of us.
No matter. The boyfriend pulls down his pants and sits on the toilet. Then I pull down my yoga pants and panties and sit on his penis with my back facing him. I fit him inside me but the toilet feels like it is about to give way. The last thing we want is for us to fall through the toilet hole at 36,000 feet.
So we stand up and the boyfriend gets behind me and he pins me to the wall and enters my pussy that way. Soon he's going in-and-out and faster and faster. Somebody tries to enter the locked door but we don't care. The boyfriend is hammering me really good. Then I tell him that we might as well go all the way and do anal.
My boyfriend pulls out his penis and puts it in my other hole. He goes in slowly at first but in no time he is fucking my butt-hole with the most powerful thrusts until he shoots his semen up my anus. As I pull up my panties and yoga pants, his cum is dripping out of me and down my legs. Then I get out of the toilet and, when the coast is clear, I knock on the door and he gets out too and we head back to our seats.
The rest of the flight was like total masturbation for the both of us. The boyfriend had the aisle seat and I have the window. We have a blanket across our laps and I'm playing with his penis and he is fingering my vagina and rubbing my clitoris in front of the sexy and unknowing flight attendants all the way into Dublin, Ireland.
Upon arrival at 11a.m. Dublin time, we had a little trouble at immigration. Most of the travelers were sailing through but we got delayed for over an hour. The immigration man was very nice but he had trouble believing that we were staying in Ireland for 3 months but had hotel reservations for only the first night. We finally convinced him that we roll that way and he let us through.
Even though kind of exhausted, we headed out for city centre to do a little exploring. What a place! We've never seen anything like this in America. So many walkers and old buildings and church bells ringing. We didn't want to break the law on our first day so we dutifully obeyed the traffic lights while everyone around us was jaywalking. So we joined in. But not before we made sure to look the right direction before crossing as the cars in Ireland drive on the wrong side of the road.
My boyfriend was drooling – me too – at the sight of so many hot girls. Leggings, super tight jeans, and sexy ankle-high boots are really in style in Dublin. And hearing those girls with their Irish accents put us over the top. The boyfriend was in rare form as he started chatting up some of the girls. That doesn't bother me in the least. If he can get more pussy then I'm good with that – even if he won't (for now) let me get fucked by other men.
After awhile we stumble along some cobbled back road that has an adult shop. The sign out front says it is the only adult store in Dublin “run by women and for women”. Funny though. The only customers in it were horny men. I bought a couple of vibes and a strap-on. As they say in the west, “Have strap-on, will travel” lol. Then we bought a laptop so that I can get my daily porn fix.
And, after getting some basic travel stuff accomplished in Dublin, a few days ago we took a bus to the south-eastern coastal town of Wexford, Ireland – population of about 20,000. Our first sex adventure happened here in Wexford at a B&B. More on that in my next blog. Signing out for now so I can suck my boyfriend's morning wood.
Anna XOXO
The flight from Seattle to Dublin was a long one – nearly 11 hours. The plane was a relatively roomy one, but it was packed. Being that it was the first international flight for the both of us, we had a little apprehension but we settled into it after a few hours.
Of course we had to join the “Five-Mile-High” club. Or the 36,000 feet high club to be more precise. At about 11p.m., according to the flight monitor, we're flying over Newfoundland-Labrador. We're way north. Almost to Greenland. The toilets were not all that crowded and I say to my boyfriend that now is our chance to fuck in mid-air.
So we head for the toilets. The boyfriend goes in first. I look around and when I see nobody looking at us, I knock on the door and he lets me in. The toilet room is really small. Hardly big enough for one person, much less the both of us.
No matter. The boyfriend pulls down his pants and sits on the toilet. Then I pull down my yoga pants and panties and sit on his penis with my back facing him. I fit him inside me but the toilet feels like it is about to give way. The last thing we want is for us to fall through the toilet hole at 36,000 feet.
So we stand up and the boyfriend gets behind me and he pins me to the wall and enters my pussy that way. Soon he's going in-and-out and faster and faster. Somebody tries to enter the locked door but we don't care. The boyfriend is hammering me really good. Then I tell him that we might as well go all the way and do anal.
My boyfriend pulls out his penis and puts it in my other hole. He goes in slowly at first but in no time he is fucking my butt-hole with the most powerful thrusts until he shoots his semen up my anus. As I pull up my panties and yoga pants, his cum is dripping out of me and down my legs. Then I get out of the toilet and, when the coast is clear, I knock on the door and he gets out too and we head back to our seats.
The rest of the flight was like total masturbation for the both of us. The boyfriend had the aisle seat and I have the window. We have a blanket across our laps and I'm playing with his penis and he is fingering my vagina and rubbing my clitoris in front of the sexy and unknowing flight attendants all the way into Dublin, Ireland.
Upon arrival at 11a.m. Dublin time, we had a little trouble at immigration. Most of the travelers were sailing through but we got delayed for over an hour. The immigration man was very nice but he had trouble believing that we were staying in Ireland for 3 months but had hotel reservations for only the first night. We finally convinced him that we roll that way and he let us through.
Even though kind of exhausted, we headed out for city centre to do a little exploring. What a place! We've never seen anything like this in America. So many walkers and old buildings and church bells ringing. We didn't want to break the law on our first day so we dutifully obeyed the traffic lights while everyone around us was jaywalking. So we joined in. But not before we made sure to look the right direction before crossing as the cars in Ireland drive on the wrong side of the road.
My boyfriend was drooling – me too – at the sight of so many hot girls. Leggings, super tight jeans, and sexy ankle-high boots are really in style in Dublin. And hearing those girls with their Irish accents put us over the top. The boyfriend was in rare form as he started chatting up some of the girls. That doesn't bother me in the least. If he can get more pussy then I'm good with that – even if he won't (for now) let me get fucked by other men.
After awhile we stumble along some cobbled back road that has an adult shop. The sign out front says it is the only adult store in Dublin “run by women and for women”. Funny though. The only customers in it were horny men. I bought a couple of vibes and a strap-on. As they say in the west, “Have strap-on, will travel” lol. Then we bought a laptop so that I can get my daily porn fix.
And, after getting some basic travel stuff accomplished in Dublin, a few days ago we took a bus to the south-eastern coastal town of Wexford, Ireland – population of about 20,000. Our first sex adventure happened here in Wexford at a B&B. More on that in my next blog. Signing out for now so I can suck my boyfriend's morning wood.
Anna XOXO
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