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Sex On A Plane
Date: 10/12/2014, Categories: Humor, Author: The_Great_Destroyer, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
The "mile high club" is kind of a misnomer. The average cruising altitude of an airplane is 35,000 feet. Calling it the "mile high club" is really understating the deed. The Six Mile High Club. Now that's more like it. It takes a lot of work to pull off successful mid-air copulation: Planning, skill, grace, cunning, and most of all: discreteness. Unfortunately, I have none of these qualities. Fortunately, I was to drunk to know that before the flight. The plane was Sydney, Australia bound. A fifteen hour flight. It was my first time flying on a 747, and as soon as we boarded I was in love. It made the last plane I flew in seem like a folded up soda can. This new, glorious plane though; it was incredible. It had massive seats and, as it turned out, I was sitting right next to the bathroom. God knows I'm going to need that; I planned on getting shit-faced drunk and watching whatever dodgy movie came on my nifty little T.V. screen. I put my carry-on away and sat, watching everyone shuffle onto the plane and struggling to put their bags in their respective carriers. There's something you should know about me... I'm a people watcher. Planes and airports are the prime people watching facilities. You can check out all sorts of folks. Attractive men, and women, less attractive men and women, families eight strong with 6 screaming children, the flight attendant with some ambiguous sexuality between straight and gay, and then her. A stunning people-watching specimen. I observed her ...