Airscrew: Or How I Joined The Six Mile High Club

[wolf2305]

Hi Bros,

I am inspire to write my own stories and was looking into my collection on how to write a good story as not to disappoint the bros, which then I came upon a very old story that I have collected and not sure whether anyone has posted in SBF. Anyway, I am posting it now, Please give me a thumbs up or thumbs down for me to con't the post.

As a frequent jetsetter, I have for long fantasised about this exclusive club,
which in reality probably has few authentic members who have genuinely screwed their way through the stratosphere. How can you manage to have-it-away on board a crowded airliner? Well recently I succeeded - and how! This amazing experience happened on the top deck of a BA 747 heading out of New York for Heathrow, with a beautiful girl I had never met before.

I had had a hectic day getting my work completed before flying out, got to the airport late, and consequently was glad to have got through the airport hassle and slump into my Club Class seat. The top deck of the 747 has a small cabin which some airlines use for first class passengers, but many including BA, use for Business Class; there are only 20 or 30 seats, which gives you the feeling of being in a small, but spacious airliner. The top deck is reached via a spiral staircase and you travel cut off from the masses on the main deck below.

This flight, luckily, was fairly empty so I was fortunate that through the
lottery of seat allocations, Karen, as she turned out to be named, took up the
aisle seat corresponding to my window seat and nobody else got seated either between us or in the row on the other side of the aisle.

Karen was petite and blonde, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned out),
and clearly well formed in all the important places. She had remarkably light
blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business, as she had a small patent leather brief case and when she took her coat off she was smartly dressed in a grey skirt and white blouse - which showed her firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. I found out later that she was Swedish, a junior salesperson for an internationally known cosmetics company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to substitute for her boss on a business trip to the USA. Her smart but plain business-woman's dress looked sexy on her. Her firm breasts thrust out firmly through her white silk blouse as she arched her back to remove her coat and hand it to the stewardess. Black lacy stockings showed her well shaped legs to advantage. But she also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight stirrings in my crotch. I realised I was feeling quite horney and in the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what delights were to follow!

Karen looked nervous and fidgeted when she sat down; she very readily started chatting. I needn't bore you with the contents of our chat, except that I soon persuaded her to move next to me from her aisle seat, so we could talk easier.

She was obviously a bit scared of flying. It transpired this was only her
second long distance flight. Soon after take-off we hit some unusually bumpy
weather; the seat belt signs came on and Karen wrung her hands and looked
scared. Naturally I put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her and she
leant her soft, perfumed blond hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed.
The 747 flew out of the turbulence but I was glad to find she showed no sign of wanting me to take my arm away. The meal on a tray came and went and I felt really strong stirrings in my pants when she snuggled back against me, until recently a complete stranger. The stewardess brought the drinks trolley and I persuaded Karen to have a double gin with a bit of tonic which visibly relaxed her some more.

I slipped my hand down slightly from her hair to stroke her neck and her ear
lobes. She snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. British Airways, ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to start the in flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with where I moved my hands, aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be rebuffed as, after all, I was fondling a girl who until a few minutes earlier had been a total stranger - this was too good to be true! But I could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up her hormones; her face looked flushed, her eyes were soft and her pupils large. My left hand closed over her left breast. She made no effort to discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I could massage the slight mound of her nipple straining through the material of her blouse and bra. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly growing passions.

Please upz me if bros think that it is worth for me to post further

great account... but pity i not enough power to up points...

[zl1983]

nice story but too bad cannot up u.

but do keep them coming.

[yonglee]

sure up u if i got power, very solid story!

[Lucky $$$]

Nice start bro,waiting for more..

[funzguy]

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[stinker808]

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[2634]

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[chick]

If only I have the power to up u...Great Buildup.

[wolf2305]

Glad to see that you like the story. It is a very old story that I found on web many year ago, anyway here the story.

She snuggled closer and started stroking my leg in an absent minded kind of way, fairly innocently near my knee. The arm of the seat was getting in our way, luckily they hinge back, so I lifted it and took the opportunity to slide my arm right around her left hip so as to push my hand under her thigh. The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs. I was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tights as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbon of her suspender strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked her thigh with my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighed and parted her legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inches of warm scented upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky material of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound.

My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realised she was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris. I felt her hand cup the bulge in my trousers. We kissed long and passionately; it was strange I thought to have got to such a level of intimacy without having kissed before. I exercised as much self-control as I could muster as I felt the exquisite feeling of her hand gently exploring my throbbing cock. In return, my fingers pulled aside the warm silky gusset of her knickers; and I was able to stroke warm downy hair and feel the soft, warm, wet and incredibly inviting slippery crevice. I pushed two fingers into her soft hole, and gently massaged it; I then rolled the flesh of her engorged entrance lips gently and firmly between my finger and thumb. She clung to me more tightly, eyes closed, and her hips shuddered; she sighed again and we kissed passionately.

But it is one thing to snog, even as naughtily as this, in an airplane full of people but quite another to remove the garments necessary to couple us in the way we were were both obviously craving for and to release our wild passion in the sexual frenzy we both felt. How could we satisfy our enormous lusts? What with cabin crew wondering backwards and forwards behind us to and from the galley, we could not easily strip off and start humping without the risk of creating a sensation on board. I had visions of us being arrested for grossly indecent behaviour in a Jumbo Jet! Could I somehow get my cock out and force it past the tight gusset of her tight panties? But what position could we use? Nothing else in the world now mattered except an overpowering urge to stuff my straining rod into the depths of her warm, slippery slit. But trivial problems like knicker elastic, trouser zips, stretched Y fronts and unyielding aircraft seats made this ambition hard to realise.

[wolf2305]

Karen, as always, was way ahead of me. She gave my cock a gentle squeeze which nearly fired it of, and got up without a word and strolled seemingly casually towards the loo at the front of the cabin. I contemplated following her into it, having heard stories of people having it away in railway carriage loos. But this always seemed to me to demand contortionist skills, apart from being not exactly comfortable or aesthetic! Also, there was no doubt that the passengers watching the movie would have noticed me following a lady into the lav, which on the top deck of a 747 is alongside the screen for the inflight movie, which was then in full flow. The thought of banging away in that confined space and of re- emerging afterwards was too daunting, even in my highly charged state! Karen re-emerged a few moments later, quicker than usual when women use a loo, looking inscrutable. She grabbed a couple of BA blankets, snuggled back against me and it was a matter of moments to cover ourselves with the blanket. In the semi-darkness and in the back row, we felt safe from prying eyes. My hand went back to where it had been, to find just warm flesh and no knickers. I reinserted my fingers into her warm and inviting slit. Her hand was undoing my zip, under the cover of the blanket; I undid my belt to help her. In a flash (so to speak) my trousers and pants were round my ankles and she was holding my throbbing prick like the gear level of a sports car - it nearly made me change gear - into overdrive!

I soon discovered she had also removed her bra; her nipples strained against the thin material of her blouse. I undid her blouse to expose her breasts under the blanket. I was then able to lay across her and greedily suck the entire aureola of her left breast into my mouth, with my head under the blanket in delicately scented warm darkness. I tickled the nipple with the end of my tongue, an action I have found to be appreciated by my lady friends, and Karen was no exception! She cradled my head with one hand like a baby held to her breast and gently stroked away at my straining cock from its tip along its underside to my balls. She was clearly an accomplished lover. I moved my head to her lap and attempted to lick her clitoris, but this was almost impossible in an aircraft seat, even though she parted her legs as widely as the limited space would let her. I remember the overwhelming scent of excited woman mixed with the fragrance of her perfume, but could only nuzzle her fur and kiss the smooth inside skin of her thighs.

Karen unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it, still under the blankets. "Please.." she moaned - "please.." - I felt the same way. She turned to face away from me, and firmly pressed her shapely bum against my left thigh. Making sure the blanket was covering us well, I twisted around until my throbbing tool was pressed up against the valley between her thighs; it was a similar position as if she was sitting on my lap. I could probe her sex with mine. She arched her back and raised her right thigh and firmly holding the end of my pulsing penis, she guided it into the mouth of her soft hole. I pushed hard so my cock slid smoothly into her firm warm tunnel. I cupped both her breasts with my hands and pulled her hard against me to penetrate as deep as possible.

[zl1983]

nice update.

[Fear]

ya read this story long ago

[mangoesteam]

Are you Pete Fox?

http://www.textfiles.com/sex/EROTICA/A/airscrew.txt

Read liao la

[wolf2305]

knowing that some bro read that story and i had this story long ago, and I am trying to share this story.
I am sorry for all the troubles that I had caused bros out there.