As you know, I loathe flying. I don’t understand how several tonnes of aluminum, steel and people can stay happily at 40,000ft travelling close to the speed of sound. It’s unnatural!
But since I like foreign countries, it’s necessary.
And this time, I took Alice!
Some first class cabins are almost totally shut off from one another, others, less so. Ours were completely isolated, but they were also very big…easily the biggest first class…what shall we call them….’pods(?) I’ve ever been in.
Service was first class, and by that I don’t mean they rammed high-end food and drink at us all the time, the superbly well-trained cabin crew also knew when to leave their guests alone.
As a known nervous flyer, I thought it was a very considerate touch when the relief Captain appeared just before takeoff and talked me through what was happening and the strange noises. At a stopover, he even took me onto the flight deck and let me sit in his seat. (I was very careful NOT to touch a damn thing, even by accident, lest I condemn us all to a fiery death on the next leg.
Once the seatbelt signs went off, Alice appeared and we shut the door to my pod. She sat on my seat which was now a full-length bed, (and wider than you might imagine) and was positively fizzing with how exciting it was. I thought she meant the trip. (We were going to Thailand) but no, she meant the rush she gets from take off, and the whole sensations of flight in general. “Actually,” she confided, “it makes me really horny!”
Hmmm…..well, that’s certainly not how I’d describe my feelings….or rather, that’s what I thought until I did a quick scan of the Corpus Anna. Tits like rocks…..erect tingly nipples, and….and yes, definitely moist down below. Then I remembered something Tig had told me ages ago about our bodies reacting to stress and fear. She went way beyond the simplistic fight/flight scenario, and said, “It’s more like fight it, run away from it, or fuck it.” The fear reaction can make men erect. It can also make women receptive to sex.” I also realised that some of my sexual fantasies involve a certain element of fear. Being gang-raped……being chased by a stranger who catches me, pins me to the ground and has me….there are quite a few permutations that involve fear, all of which result in a bloody good wank!
While I was thinking this, Alice was burbling away and I tuned back in just for the last few words. “…I could cum in my panties right now!”
Sometimes, it’s nice to touch. Sometimes, it’s nice to be touched. Sometimes it’s nice to watch and be watched.
I indicated the end of my bed which, happily extended to just under a desk-like thing against which Alice could lean. I clicked the do not disturb sign on (not that they pay much attention to this. If they really need to come in, they will.) Alice took the hint and was soon sitting directly opposite me, feet apart and knees splayed. I mirrored her and we watched each other with our hands in our panties fiddling ourselves. At one point Alice pulled her panties aside to show me two fingers embedded deep inside her, and I returned the favour to demonstrate my party trick of first and second finger in my cunt, little finger in my bum and thumb on my clit. (There is a variation on this of thumb in my cunt, and two fingers up my bum. I nicknamed this ‘The Bowling Ball’).
Alice came, as she promised, into her panties, with me following a few seconds later.
It’s a long way to Thailand. The Mile High Club is discouraged, but the cabin crew, attentive as they are, clearly know when to turn a blind eye. Alice and I spent the night together and cramped though it was, we managed nicely.
And now we are in Bangkok. The delights of Thailand before us. I’ve been before, but it’s all new to Alice.
I wonder if that superb bath house is still there?
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