I did have an encounter in an aircraft serveral years ago on a flight from Las Vegas to Minneapolis.

Because it was almost 20 years ago, I've had to paraphrase the conversation slightly, but this is pretty much it from memory - and memorable it was. I remember so much about this encounter, but to this day I don't remember her name, which is why I don't give it. I was sitting next to a woman, older than myself at the time, full figured big woman, dark blond hair in a long, casual red dress, traveling by herself. We got into a conversation, she asked me if I was going to have a drink with her. I said sure just being freindly , and she was delighted, "Great, someone to party with on the plane" was her response. Fine by me. We got a drink and started talking, where we stayed in Vegas, what we did, yack, yack. She was friendly, giggily and happy - I found myself wondering if she had had a pop or two at the airport. I bided my time in conversation, then waiting for a lull in our Vegas chat -"Have you ever joined the mile-high club?: I asked her quitely. "What's that?" she asked "Having sex on an airplane", I explained. "No" she said with a smile, "I couldn't do anything like that" "Gee that's too bad...

cause I was wondering if you would like to go into the bathroom to join with me" - I must have had some silly, impish grin on my face as I said it. I never did it in an airplane nor since , but this looked like as good a time as any, and this lady was somehow easy to ask - I didn't feel I'd be slapped as an answer. She smiled and giggled again, then shook her head with the big smile still plastered on her face "No, I couldnt".

She was noticably blushing. Im not one to presstoo hard on such matters, but I thought Id spice up the offer. I leaned closer and wispered with a smile "That's too bad, because I was hoping to get a chance to go down on you." She gasped slightly, then turned and looked out the window - I thought that that was the end of it, but then she turned her head around and looked toward the back of the plane. She looked comptenplative, as if she were looking for someone or something in earnest. I was in the asile seat, while she was next to the window.

After a few seconds, she undid her seat belt, and asked if she could get out. I unbuckled mine and got up in the asile. As she got out of her seat, her eyes met mine again - she still had the smile and the blush on her face, but didnt give a hint of what was going on - was she just going to the bathroom, i wondered as she sauntered down the asile toward the back of the plane. I sat back down, but now I was totally conflicted - did she want me to follow her to the back of the plane? In about three seconds my aroused member made the decision for my confused mind, and sent immediate signals to my feet.

I got up and started walking toward the back. When she got to the restrooms in the back, she turned and saw me coming toward her - and there was that fetching smile again.

I walked up to her and she giggled "you are SO bad" she said in wisper. The problem was that there were two flight attendants, working on carts and chatting, pre-occupied and not really paying attention to us. She and I both were glancing in their direction - at that point I knew she was thinking the same thing I was thinking. When they went to the other side of the galley to do something, she opened one of the "Vacant" doors and slipped inside, with me right behind her. When I got inside I flipped the lock. Two people in one of these little cubes is quite crowed - that's one aspect of this little improvisd caper I never thougth of - but was certainly ready and willing to try to overcome. My back was against the door and she was standing in front of the john.

" How are we going to do this?" she asked. "Sit on the seat" I said with a smile as I caressed her shoulders. She lowered the seat and sat down, I got down on my knees with my butt still hitting the door. Her dress came about down about half a foot below her knees - I hiked it up to her waist. There was some cellulite around her soft thighs, but over all her legs were pretty nice.

She had "regular" white panties on guess she didn't anticpate the occasion, either, as it was summer she was not wearing pantyhose. I pulled them down to her ankles so she could open her knees, revealing a very hairy bush. I got into it immedialy as I leaned forward and sought out her trigger with my tongue. After a couple seconds of twirling it around my tongue and sucking it between my lips, she gasped a little, then begin to squirm her soft place on the seat. Being in that small an area, it was a struggle for both of us, as I could bearly get my face between her thighs.

For her is seemed ever worse, as she could only get her legs spread open only so far, she kept banging her knees against sides of the cubes as she rythmically began to thrust her soft place up and down.

She seemed to hold her breath for several seconds, then exhale with a quick soft but sharp moan, then suck air back in and hold it again - it was as if she wanted to make more noise but was trying to hold back due to the location. At one point I heard what sounded like a fabric ripping sound, then realized her panties were tearing as she was trying to spread her ankles apart. I briefly attempted to reach down and get them off for her, but she was moving her legs too much for me to get a grip on them in such tight quarters. After a few quick minutes of this joy, she pushed my head back from her love, the smell of wetness was now dominating the cube - a far better aroma than what we first encountered.

I looked up - there was that smile again. Her face was flush red, and she was trying to catch her breath. I was dying to get my hardon inside of her. " I want to get myself in you " I said. "Oh definitly" she replied. I got her panties off over her shoes, and we both stood up. She reached down and began undoing my belt, button and zipper of my jeans and pulled then down slightly. My 6" stood at attention I'm avg length, but thick with a good sized, purple head . "Um, yeah", she cooed as she looked down at it and held and stroked it.

I was ready, had now doubt she was. "Turn around" I said - she turned and bent over, straddling the toilet.

This caused us not to have enough room, when she bent over her butt pushed me against door, I lifed her dress again but couldn't position myself so that I could slide my length into her wet snatch. I tried pushing her forward, but frustratingly, there was no place for her to go, as her head was hitting the back wall. "Let's try something different" I said in frustration - but I hadn't a clue as to what that was unwittingly left my Sex-In-the-Airplane-Lavoratory manual at home src"http:graphics.

pop6imagescommonchatsmilieslaughing.gif">. To this day I can't explain or even figure out how we finally put ourselves turned around in this position, but I got her against the door where I was origionally standing, and I was facing her. I thought of putting her on top of me, but that didn't seem workable, I lifted her dress again, grabbed and lifted her soft place and attempted almost desperatly to get it inside her, made ever more difficult that all this struggle was causing me to lose my erection a little. It seemed impossible at first, but then she put her right leg on the little sink and wrapped her left leg around my right thigh. She managed to get her right hand down around my bone and start guiding it into her, but the position still made it a tough fit.

"C'mon get it in" she wispered as I kept bending my knees to get it up inside her. She postioned it perfectly, "right there" she said and I immediatly thrusted my soft place forward and got it there. She wasn't espically tight, but quite wet. Once inside, I was able to being humping it and out of her, I wasted no time in playing her in earnest. As we got our rythim, I began banging her soft place against door, not even thinking what that must have sounded like on the outside world. She was using her left leg, still wrapped around my right thigh, to pull me into her with each stroke, and began to breath hard - 'uh, uh, uh' every time I drove into her. She had her arms around me, and she dug her nails into my back almost shockingly hard, her left leg locked hard against my thigh and she held her breath, then squealed as her sudden increased wetness indicated she had an intense orgasim.

I humped in earnst and banged her harder against the door, and could feel it coming on as well, I caught the roar I wanted to let out between my lips as I began to empty my balls up inside of her. When we finally left the lavatory, she opened the door to find a flight attendant staring right at us in the galley, I'll never forget the saucer big gaze of her eyes as she looked at us. We returned to our seats - I didn't look at anyone fortunatly the flight was only about 12 full . We sat down, I leaned over to her and said "Thanks, that was great". "uh-huh" she said with that same smile, then looked out the windows the rest of the flight without saying a word. When we touched down in Miniapolis, I asked her where her final destination was. " I live in St Paul, this is home" she said. I told her I was connecting to Boston.

"Yeah, you told me when we first met", she said without eye contact. Like I remembered. I've flown many different carriers in my life, but I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for NorthWest.