Jointing the Mile High Club

Recently I flew to the USA and I was quite nervous about the flight as it was my first long haul flight by myself. However, boy did my mind change when I saw the man I was going to be sat next to for the next 8 hours or so.  For the sake of the story I’m going to call him Mark. Now Mark was model material. Perfect jaw. Perfect teeth. Perfect eyes. 5 o’clock shadow which practically made me soaking from the minute I saw him. He was absolutely gorgeous.  We hit it off straight away and he even offered to hold my hand during the take off after I expressed my anxiety. He was 29, single and American. I was in love.  An hour or so after our meals had been cleared away and the cabin lights had been turned off, he started to express his desire to join the mile high club and how nobody ever wanted to do it with him. Very suddenly, he proceeded to place his hand gently on my crotch and rub his thumb across my leggings. I was shocked and now even wetter. I returned his move by gently grabbing his semi through his shorts. I was impressed at how large it felt. After what felt like hours, he got up and motioned towards the back of the plane, the toilets where no stewards were standing. It was perfect.  As soon as I followed him in, he stripped me down and placed me on the sink, eating me out straight away giving me no time to take in the pleasure. Believe me, I was dripping for this mans cock but his tongue was something else. I’ve had multiple orgasms before but these were just so powerful I was literally in ecstasy.  Again, I returned the favour by sucking him to orgasm and I thought we were done. Boy was I wrong. His dick got hard again, a whole 7.5inches, and he flipped me over, which was very difficult in the plane bathroom, and aggressively started fucking me from behind. Again, I came multiple times, each one more powerful than the last. My pussy was literally vibrating in pleasure but he kept going despite my whimpers at the pure pain of the repeated pleasure.  Eventually he came into my mouth and we made our way back to our seats. I fell asleep quickly but was soon woken by wondering hands under my blanket: mark was fingering me. I came twice in my seat whilst rubbing him to climax. He came all over my hands and I ate up every last drop. We slept for the rest of the flight.  How no one saw us I’m not quite sure but those 4 hours of pleasure were the greatest of my entire life and I don’t think I’ll ever organs like that again. Unless I find Mark again. One can only hope. Are any of you members of the mile high club? I only wished I’d joined sooner ;)