He and I had completed three whole years together and on our anniversary, he surprised me with a fabulous 2-week trip to Paris, flying in only the best seats that the airplane business class had to offer. And now, after having dined and left alone to our sleep on our flight, I saw him smile at me, as I hugged him close, kissing him passionately. It may have been the wine, but no sooner than my lips touched his, he grabbed me by my arms and whispered: “I want you now”. Thinking the unthinkable, but giving in to our bodies wishes anyway, he pulled the sheet over us, and making no noise, slipped his hand into my dress and undressed me with feverish anticipation. Making sure all was quiet and no air hostesses were making their way to us, I unzipped his pants, as we went for it, breathing heavily and stifling our moans. As we climaxed together, I couldn’t control myself as I called out his name, and we heard the soft footsteps of a steward making way towards us! Thankfully, we didn’t get caught, but oh God, did the thrill add to the experience!
Some encounters leave you shook and this was one of them. He was a flying steward and I couldn’t take my eyes off him, it was a long flight so his heartbreaking good looks were welcomed. I’m not someone who is extremely confident about my sexuality but that day, I was a few drinks down (churning on those miniatures), and took a washroom break. When I opened the door, he was right there, apologising for scaring me. Something came over me as I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in. He didn’t hesitate and began kissing me with feverish passion. Our clothes were off within seconds of being crammed into that tiny space. I wouldn’t say that it was the best orgasm of my life, but the thrill and adrenaline of joining the mile high club definitely made that strange encounter worth it.
I had my eyes for him since the first day of college and today sitting in this airplane, on our way to our research destination, it was as if he too felt the same way. I was staring at the screen in front of me but I could feel he wasn’t. His eyes were locked on me and then turned away… on repeat. I felt his hands slide into mine along with a piece of paper. As he got up and left, I read the words I knew I wanted to say. One of my classmates gave me a knowing look as I made my way to the back of the airplane. I didn’t care. As long as it was him, I didn’t care. As the door locked behind us, I knew a year of pining has led us both to this moment. And my body was ready to make full use of it.