She'd looked familiar to me when I'd first seen her sitting in the airport, but I didn't approach her because I thought maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part. It looked as though her ethnic background was probably an island in the Pacific; she had shoulder-length black hair, almond-shaped eyes, high cheekbones and a darker complexion. She also had a kick-ass body; her ass was tight and her tits were firm and perky. I made a mental note to try to get one last look at her after we landed in Denver, just for something to think about before I fell asleep that night. Imagine my surprise when I ended up seated beside her on the plane. I went on to be further surprised when, after flashing me a broad smile, she said that she thought she recognized me from somewhere, but she couldn't figure out where. We made small talk until we realized that we sometimes rode the same light-rail train.
Conversation came even easier after that as we talked about where we were coming from, where we lived and worked and where we hung out in Denver. When she first touched my arm as we chatted, I got the feeling we were definitely making a connection. We were about halfway through our flight when she asked me about the Mile High Club and whether I had joined it. I made a lame joke about living in Denver and that, technically, I'd probably joined it, but then admitted that I had never officially joined. She confessed that she hadn't, either.
"We should do it," she whispered, causing me to question my hearing.
"Are you kidding?" I smoothly responded.
"No, seriously," she continued, excitedly, "I'll go in first and you follow in a minute. Do you have a condom?" I nodded dumbly as she unfastened her seatbelt and got up. I gazed longingly at her ass before she turned and headed down the aisle. I dug through my carry-on until I found a condom, then got up myself and headed the way she'd gone. When I reached the bathroom, I looked back up the aisle and saw that no one was paying any attention to me, so I slipped into the bathroom where Erynn was waiting. After maneuvering around to get the door closed and locked, we embraced and began to make out.
I slipped my hands down to her taut ass and pulled her against the bulge in my jeans. Her ass was so firm and muscular; I could have bounced a quarter off of it in a less constrained environment. Her hands went from my shoulders, down between us and started opening my jeans. She stopped kissing me and we moved apart, as much as we could at least, and she looked down to see what she was doing.
"We should probably try to make this quick," she said, not looking up, "We can take it slow later tonight at my place." She looked up at me, smiling, as she said this, then gave me a quick kiss. She'd pushed my jeans and underwear down far enough that my cock sprung out at that moment. She let out a surprised "Oh!" then took it in her hand and gently stroked it.
