Mile High Wings

The seat under my bare ass heaved upward at almost the same time as Ben thrust his dick into my pussy; it took my breath away and I moaned and giggled at the same time. It got me a slap on the rear which hurt as it was on the hip more than buttock.

“Shut up woman” Ben looked up and through the windscreen, “We’re going to have to stop this.” His next thrust was so powerful that I thought he was trying to enter my uterus and gave lie to that last threat.

Once again the seat bucked; it was as if we were on a violent fairground ride instead of flying at seven thousand feet above the Mediterranean Sea.

“Fuck it” grunted my lover as he struggled to maintain his balance and the magical rhythm of pistoning his meat inside me. His body slammed into the rear bulkhead.

I tried to keep the rhythm going by thrusting my hips upwards towards his pubic bone but he was looking worriedly at the instruments. “Air Traffic Control will have my ass if we don't maintain altitude and course” he spat out; as if it was my fault!

“No, no, Ben I am so near, please make me cum, please!” My hips thrust up to meet his now inactive body, his dick sunk deep along my vagina. I was determined to succeed in my quest to fuck this pilot and earn my ‘Mile High’ wings. Just having his dick in me wasn’t good enough, I would feel a fraud if I didn’t cum.

It didn’t help that my lover repeated “Shut up woman” and it kind of cooled my libido when he added “shut the fuck up, we could crash.”

As ever my nervous response made me giggle which didn’t help one iota. I grabbed the pilot’s hips and pulled him into me; at least his concern as to our safety hadn’t reduced his erection; it was as sturdy as when I unzipped it and got to work on it with my mouth.

 I giggle again as I think of his shocked reaction; the aircraft’s nose dipped as he inadvertently pushed the yoke forward. I adored how his instinctive reactions had the plane back to altitude and on course again in an instant.

I had planned this flight, a flight we had made many times together. This leg was at constant altitude and on a steady course, for a twin-engine light aircraft on a flight over water.

The pilot’s excitement made it easy for me to bring him close to orgasm, and at the point, my mouth sucking at the tip of his beautiful dick; I looked up, took my lips from that hot meat and mouthed the words “fuck me.”

His hips bucked and his cock twitched so much that I feared I had gone too far, that he was about to spurt his seed wastefully, so I had to take him in my mouth again.

Ben’s face was pained with disappointment when he explained that there wasn’t room and he had to fly the aircraft.

“Use the thing that flies the plane itself” I begged.

He replied that if I wanted sex with him to wait and meet at an hotel. Pumping his cock with my hand I told him that it was a mile high fuck or never. To reinforce my point I released my safety belt, wriggled off my dress and showed him my nakedness. His free hand reached to squeeze a boob and fingers pinched a nipple. I had him! Now to get him to fuck me.

Wetting two fingers I dip them into my pussy and stroke a couple of times then wiped the juices on them around the lip of his cock head. It had him wanting more, and I fully intended to give him more.

After explaining that it would disturb the balance of the plane if we moved to the rear seats, I told him to use the trim things that I’d seen him use at times. Then I climbed in the back and wiggled my ass at him. He set the altitude and course then gingerly moved to join me in back.

We were fucking hard when we hit what Ben said was clear air turbulence and wanted to get back to his seat.

So then I was desperate for him and me to cum before his chickened-out on me and returned to his seat so I dug my heels into his butt and pulled him deeper inside me, manipulating my pussy muscles to try to bring him to climax.

Ben was torn between fucking the boss’s young sister, and saving his life and keeping his pilot’s licence. I knew that this pilot had wanted me since I was old enough for him to fuck me legally, and here he was with his dick buried in his dream and wasn’t  going  to stop come hell or high water, or more to the point right now, a watery death in a crashing plane.

I mouthed obscenities at him which spurred him on until with a scream from me and animal grunts from him we rode the bucking plane to orgasm.

It turned out that it wasn’t turbulence on the outside of the aircraft but our fucking in back that caused it to become so unstable,

“Ben,” I reached over to straighten his pants and kiss his cheek, once we were safely in our proper seats. “Ben, promise we can do this again or...” I didn’t need to finish my threat to tell his employer because the pilot reached over and patted my pussy and winked.