Since this is traveling time, we often hear about the "Mile High Club". Can anyone tell some great stories? Freddy and I couldn't see how 2 people could get it on in those tiny little lavatories. You would have to be very flexiable!

Hi Eddy

I met a businessman in May who worked for IBM at San Francisco airport one Friday night when i was waiting for my (delayed) flight to Atlanta. We started playing cards together and had a couple of drinks, all very amicable - but half an hour after we boarded, he passed me a note, via the stewardess detailing in very graphic terms about how, if I tapped him on the shoulder, he would meet me in the cubicle and with my legs on the sink and around his neck, he would in no uncertain terms lick me to paradise!

The way he described it made me sure it was something he'd done a few times before. I didn't take him up on itbut it obviously happens.

By the way, I'm nearly 6 feet tall, and he was even taller, so I presume height is not an issue in those tiny cramped rooms!

Oh La La! That was definately a visual note. I suppose you can have sex anywhere and everywhere. But that must of made you feel very sexy to have a stranger pass you such a note. Sometimes after being with someone as long as Freddy and I have been, it still gets my engine going when someone flirts with me. Granted Freddy gets the time of his life afterwards, but it makes a gal glow.

Over the past 10 years, I've flown often traveling to grad school out east and now with my job. I've had opportunity to "validate" my membership in the Mile High Club on a few occasions. Among the memorable...

During college years (prior 9/11), flights were notably less full. A date flying back with me for holiday or spring break could easily get a seat in a less crowded area of the airplane. A blanket covers all types of oral pleasures.

I was a project manager traveling to a client in Bonn. My frequent flier miles enabled me and my administrative assistant to upgrade to first class. Late at night, under our blankets in the not very crowded first-class section, we first had oral and then intercourse.

Just last summer, my wife and I traveled to Cancun for a vacation. My wife wore a little remote controlled butterfly vibrator for the crowded flight to Mexico. We covered with the blanket to muffle the noise and I was able to pleasure her as we traveled.

Reality check... airplane bathrooms are tiny. Unless you are a very slight person (I'm 6'2") fitting two people in there won't be very pleasurable. Look for other ways to join the MH club!! There are many ways even with today's tight security.

Now wait a minute; the remote control vibe didn't set off the scanner on the way through security? How'd you get it on the plane? I'm 6'2" also and really want to join the club. Maybe an all night Europe flight will do the trick.

I used to fly for a living in military and civilian aviation, and I�m proud to say I have kissed, licked, sucked, fucked, fingered and stroked my away across half of the world while above 30,000 feet. I once ate out my female co-pilot on the first leg of a trip, fucked her on the second and got a blow job from her on the third. But more about that later�

For anyone interested, there is a real Mile High Club at http://www.milehighclub.com. I especially recommend looking at the �Flight Referrals� link, because getting nekkid with your honey in your own plane and being able to relax and play around for a while is a real rush!

Hi there-
I had the amazing opportunity to go to Japan for a Love Hotel Convention (Leisure Hotel Fair) this last June. It was a real bear I got to hire two gorgeous blonde models and take them to Japan to model and show off my sexual multi-positioning invention, The Bonk'er, to all the Japanese business purveyors of l'hotel D'amour. See pictures and full story about the trip here... http://www.bonkum.com/xploits/archives/000071.html.

Well anyway, my girlfriend, Tori, who I got to bring as one of the models, was very excited about this trip with me. She is now 22 and very sexually excitable. We had luckily been just upgraded to first class for the long flight over to Tokyo. Unfortunately we were assigned seats not directly next to each other but one in front of the other.

So, immediately she was all over me and sitting in my lap. This was all fun and good for the other passengers and the crew, because she is really cute and she can get away with a lot of flirting in public, because who doesn't want to see that? We were very amorous and excited about the trip and a little bummed that we could not sit next to each other. It did not stop us from keeping with public decorum, we were kissing and fondling each other, but we kept somewhat calm (for us) until people started to dose off into sleep for the 12 hour journey.

I guess it was our absence that caught the attention of the stewardess, because not too long after we jumped into the bathroom, the door was rattling and the stewardess was calling attention to the fact that our behaviour was inappropriate on that airline. How did she know what we were doing? I could have been showing Tori makeup tits!Woops freudian!

By the way, it was the Brazilian airline Varig. Well because we had been upgraded and we were upstairs near the pilots cockpit, I guess we had used the bathroom closest to the cockpit (yes I guess it was appropriately named that), and it was the bathroom used by the flight crew. When they chose to use the bathroom, and it was occupied buy two horny, young sexvillians, they either got jealous or excited and got the uptight stewardess rapping at the door complaining about morals and our inappropriate, in-air behaviour. Talk about inappropriate behaviour. We were not quite finished so we chose to let her keep on knocking while we giggled at her through the door, and kept at it. Feet pressed hard against the door I drove her into the sink. Damn it woman, can't you hear I am busy in here! We laughed quietly trying to muffle our moans and body slaps and bangs up against the doors and walls. Remember-small space. We felt like school kids in trouble. Tori eventually left to go back since the Stewardess had interupted our moment. In keeping with public appearances, we decided to slip out individually so to not cause too much attention. Unfortunately the stewardess felt it her duty to make sure everyone awake would know what we were up to by repremanding her outside of the bathroom. I was waiting to leave a moment or two later to witness this beratement and thus, when I approached, I immediately brushed the Stewardesss aside an escorted Tori back to the seat. The nerve of some people! Her preaching to us! As if! We giggled about our escapade all the way to Japan.

The next trip was a week later to Hong Kong. We were electrically charged as we always seem to be when we are together, so of course we had to try again. We tend to know what we are about to do, and thus the excitement becomes too unbearable. My wood throbs too hard for way too long and needs relief, and she is too excited knowing what she is doing to me and what I have waiting for her. This time the flight was only four hours long, so not as many people sleeping. Again we had the fortune of being upgraded to first class for this flight as well. The bizarre thing is we got upgraded again after that as well, from Hong Kong to Tokyo. So when we got on the flight back to LA from Tokyo and did not get upgraded it was a real let down and bummer. We had gotten used to the large seats and quality service. A serious difference from what we got.

So back to the story, we did the usual, one person leaves to go to the bathroom and the other follows routine, and then... Yeah boiii. Bingo baby, all good. I love the rush of location sex. Pressing our bodies up against each other, kissing frenetically and trying to work our frenzy while still having our pants around the ankles is really hard to maneuver in those small rooms. With two in there it is very hard to get the clothes off, especially the shoes and pants because you cant bend over. I am 6 foot and she is 5' 7" so we have legs that are hard to get into most positions we are used to. Best to have the first person in get disrobbed immediately and be ready to pleasure the 2nd who enters. Or have the first stand on the toilet at mouth level for the 2nd to appreciate when they enter. Not everytime, but just a few ideas to get the party started.

We laughed and enjoyed the excited moment together and cleaned up and tried to not look we jast ate the cat, and then left individually back to our seats.

We got away with it this time, but Tori was a little more gun shy since the stewardess from hell. I have to help her in the future to get her past this. I think it will take many flights to work out the psychosis, but I am up for the challenge
Bonkmaster

Ok I was scouring the late night news world and came upon this article everyone interested in the mile high club should check out.

http://www.canadaplus.ca/portal/feature/12555/skysthelimit.jsp

Also check the canadian airlines they have linked that specialize in flights for mile high clubbers...

Eddy, Here is my story, however we didn't have to go to the lavratory to play on the plane. We just wore our Oh-Rings instead.<br />---------------------------------------------------------<br />We were on our way back from New Orleans. We had discovered the Oh-Ring over a year ago and it is just a vibrator in the shape of a ring on your finger. It's just a little toy with light stimulation that fits on any finger and doesn't look like a vibrator. --- Anyway, we got on the plane, we wanted to play so of course I wore a short skirt and no undies and Richard wore a pair of comfortable sweats (comando style). We got blankets down and a few pillows and nestled ourselves in the window and middle seat. It was a fairly packed flight -- and yes we were flying coach. Fortunately, the aisle seat next to us did not have a passenger, but across the aisle was full. <br /><br />Once we took off - we covered our laps with the blankets and looked like we were holding hands under the blanket. <br /> <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> Of course that was not the case, we had both turned on our rings and started fondling each other. Richard gave me a gentle massage on my clitoris, which got me so heated I was ready to cum in my seat. I rubbed and caressed my master stick while keeping my oooos and aahs somewhat quite. It wasn't quite enough though as the gentleman across the aisle watched intently. I just smiled back at him and kept stroking my handful of throbbing membrane. We continued on this path for about 45 minutes as I heard Richard pull his breath in as he held back making sure that I would peak first. We kept me at a tweening state for sometime, pulling back his fingers every once in a while to keep me from having an orgasm, just making me want more. He teased me just to see my bite my lower lip in anticipation. It wasn't long afther that point, I couldn't stay in the tweening point much longer. I ached to cum. As Richard teased me, I too took control over him and tantilized him as he held on as long as possible. He kept giving me looks (I can't hold on -- I'm there) and everytime he did, I would slow down. Finally, I had to complete my mission becaue I was on the verge of an orgasm and could not maintain my control. At that moment, I felt a full body orgasm and shuttered in my seat and knew it my hand job had been successful. <br /><br />After a few minutes of smiles and causal kisses and stopping the body shuttering, I got out of my seat and went to the lavaratory for some kleenex for him. When I came back, the gentleman across the aisle smiled and I just <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> while having a big grin.

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I was flying home to the US from Germany. I was ~22 and the guy seated next to me was ~20. We hit it off and were enjoying eachother's company. We decided to get some sleep, so we got under a blanket together and I leaned against him. We were getting touchy-feely. He slid his hand up my skirt and started massaging my clit. He unzipped his pants and I gave him a hand job. It was really exciting to be in such a public place! The woman seated next to us HAD to know that something was going on. We went our separate ways after we landed.

Why did I never come across someone like you in all my travels (pre-Eddy, of course!)?

That is hot but I need more description... more more more...

The details are sketchy because it was about 10 years ago - but the interesting part is that I was/am such a prude!

Not the kind of prude that doesn't like sex - I love sex like to think I'm pretty good at it.

I mean the kind of prude who doesn't even kiss on the first few dates. I dated my last two boyfriends for about a year before having sex.

So the spontaneous activity on the airplane was way out of character.

Right on... I want to hear more details though... stop teasing.

Ok, BonkMaster - some details as I remember them.

Once we had the blanket over us, the guy put my hand on the hard bulge in his crotch and then unzipped his pants. I remember sliding my hand into his boxers and feeling the longest cock I had ever felt! I couldn't believe how long it was! (Granted, I only had experience with one other cock at that point in my life). I slowly stroked him, I guess too much near the head of his cock because he kept pushing my hand down to the base of his cock (I was new to hand-jobs).

As I stroked his cock, he slid his hand up my skirt and gently started massaging my clit through my panties. I remember that he used two fingers and alternated pressure between the fingers. It got me really hot, really fast and I had a great orgasm.

I had stopped stroking the guy's cock while I came, and I think the woman next to him was looking at me so we stopped messing around. I don't remember if the guy went to the bathroom to finish himself off. I hope he did - he deserved it!

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