We were cruising along, at 50,000 feet, in the 747. It can be a really L-O-N-G and boring flight if you don't have something (or some ONE) to keep your mind occupied. Thank God I asked "Mel" to accompany me!
Actually, she wasn't just accompanying me. She was more there to keep me outta trouble. But I digress.
Mel and I had watched the sun set over the blue Pacific en route to Hawaii. It was so breathtakingly beautiful that we almost cried. But now we were going away from the rising sun so it would be dark until we got to Australia.
Now, it was somewhere between 3 & 4 in the morning (who can tell? It was dark and there was nothing below us but moonlit ocean. Very pretty...but very dull after the first hour or two.) The flight attendants were sleeping. The passengers were sleeping. I was awake. Mel knew that I've had insomnia for the past year and a half and was, obviously, concerned but knew there was nothing she could do about it, as well. (From past experiences, she knows that not even sex will knock me out. In fact, it just rejuvenates me more!) So "nookie" was out of the question, as Mel was exhausted from her day.
So much for my induction into the "Mile-High Club.” Oh, well.
I needed to get the blood back into my feet and decided to take a walk down the stairs of the big jumbo-jet and get some exercise. Don't get me wrong, I love the first-class lounge service that we were getting (thanks to Mel's uncle) but it was just so deadly dull while she was sleeping. Not even the Erotic anthology book I'd brought with me was able to hold my attention for very long.
The "Lounge," for those of you who've never enjoyed this experience, is up a small, spiral staircase from the rest of the plane. It's even fancier than regular First Class (which was also new to me.) I felt truly decadent enjoying the service. It was great! We had the prettiest stewardesses, too. Ohhh, man! You would not believe the babes we had on that flight. I could have sworn, though don't quote me on this, that one of the gorgeous stews, an Oriental-looking woman, was giving a blowjob to one of the passengers as I walked past them. I just gave a wink to the guy and continued down the stairs.
After seeing that, I HAD to shake the blood into my feet or it would have stayed in my groin area and ripped a whole through my Dockers!
I walked down into the First Class compartment and asked the Flight Attendant if I could, quietly, walk up and down the aisle for exercise. She said OK, as long as I didn't disturb anyone. (They don't usually do this for passengers, she later told me.)
I walked past the business class, where all the guys in their suits were sleeping or working on their little laptop PCs. I walked into Second Class and stopped to watch a couple playing cribbage. After asking if I could play the winner, I walked on, into the back of the plane and there, in the very last row, was sitting a very attractive brunette. She had skin like ivory, very smooth with no blemishes at all. Her eyes were closed, as if she were sleeping under her blanket, but the look on her face was one of intense concentration. As I walked past all the sleeping people in the rows in front of her, I could see that her hands were moving under her blanket. My heart started to beat with excitement as I neared her seat. I couldn't believe my good fortune when I approached her and smelled the unmistakable odor of a woman's sex!
I stood very still, afraid to breath, for fear of alerting her to my presence and scaring her out of completing her task. I stood there watching for ten minutes until she opened her eyes wide, smiled, then started to shake and tremble.
Then, as if we were meeting on the street, after having not seen each other for years, she held out her hand to meet me! I shook her right hand, all slick with the juices from her orgasm, then pulled it to my mouth and licked this stranger's vaginal fluids from her fingers. She smiled and closed her eyes, as if she was enjoying another orgasm from my tonguing of her digits. Looking back on it, she probably was.
I introduced myself and she said her name was Jeanie-Kate, "but please call me Jack, all my closest friends call me that. And after what we just shared, I'd have to say that we are closer than most of my friends." We both laughed at that.
"Jack" smiled at me with her sparkling emerald eyes. She looked deeply into my green eyes and asked why I was walking around the plane? It seems that Jack is a Flight Attendant on vacation and was going to get some sun in Guam. She often gets horny on long trips and explained that's why I'd caught her with her "pants down." I told her about Melissa's exhaustion and the sexy stewardesses upstairs in the lounge and seeing the hot Asian Stew, blowing the "lucky guy" and Jack said she understood my predicament, completely!
"In fact, it's a good thing you woke up when you did," I said, "because I was just about to whip out my own problem and join you in an orgasm."
She smiled at me, revealing a row of sexy, white teeth that matched her complexion, perfectly. She then asked if I thought my girlfriend would mind if I helped her out with a problem of her own. "I've never tried it on a plane before and I've always wondered what it was like," she stated.
I asked her if she was kidding. You know, it's because I always thought that all stewardesses were over-sexed waitresses in the sky and sort of HAD to belong to the "Mile-high Club" as a requirement or something.
I told her this and she almost laughed her ass off, waking a few of the passengers in the process!
All of a sudden, three people got up to use the bathrooms that were behind Jack's seat. I invited her to come sit with me, upstairs, in the lounge. She graciously accepted my offer and I helped her with her carry-on bag towards the front of the plane.
Once we were situated in our seats, in the lounge compartment, we resumed our talking. It's always nice meeting new people. And, when they're young and beautiful, like Jack, it's just that much nicer. I was sure to let Jack lead the way up the little spiral staircase, so I could get a look at her ass. As she was walking ahead of me, she shook her little fanny and asked how was the view from down there! So, apparently, she knew of my intentions.
We talked for about twenty minutes when Melissa woke up to use the restroom. I waited until her return to introduce my new friend.
"Honey, I'd like to introduce you to Jack. She wants to join the 'club' with us," I said, winking at her.
"OK, love. Why don't you go brush your teeth and leave us to get acquainted," Mel patronizingly said, winking at me. When it comes to situations like this, I'm about as subtle as a brick upside the head! Mel understands this, thankfully, and humors me, accordingly!
But she was right about one thing, I smelled rather garlicky, from our dinner, earlier that night. I realized that Jack must have had the same thing to eat as we did because neither of us was bothered by the odors.
It was now, about four in the morning and everyone but us was sleeping. On the way back from the bathroom I saw the hot Oriental stewardess sleeping next to the guy she'd been sucking off earlier who was also sleeping, contentedly.
I found my two lovely flying companions stretched out with the seat backs fully reclined. They were both under some blankets and I could tell they were both as naked as I wanted to be. Thankfully, the seats are wide enough to fit three people, comfortably. Even though there're only supposed to be two people, I wasn't going to complain about overcrowding.
