The Mile High Club

June 1, 2012

I’m going to do something that I don’t do often on here.

I am going to swear an oath to you, the reader, that everything you are about to read is absolutely true.

I know I could get myself into trouble with this one, but I feel like this is my one opportunity to tell my story.

Within the last year, I had a chance to join the Mile High Club. And no, I’ve never been on an aeroplane with Lisa. That’s the biggest reason why I resisted the urge to join.

I was chosen to spend a few days in Orlando at a journalism conference. It was a nice excuse to skip a few days of class, check out the sights (read as: ladies), sip a few White Russians in a hot tub, and hopefully learn something about journalism along the way.

The trip was amazing, but for time’s sake, I must spare most of the details.

The trip home was a bit bumpy. We were smashed into a tiny plane at a muggy Miami airport.

We were stationed right behind two mildly-attractive “cougars”, both of which were drunk and laughing the entire time. They turned around to hit on us, talking about how we were young and strong.

They kept giving us the sex eyes.

Both of us had girlfriends, so we just chuckled and shook it off.

The problem arose when I went to get up to let Jared out to the bathroom, and I accidentally touched the blond’s leg.

She took it as a sign, and I saw the sex bubble up in her eyes.

To make matters worse, the aisles were so cramped that my ass went into the face of the person to my diagonal front and my crotch went directly onto the shoulder of the horny MILF.

I pardoned myself. Naturally, she said it was no bother.

I’m just glad I didn’t have anything poking her in the side of the face.

Soon after, I had to make my way to the bathroom, and she noticed. Within a minute or so, I heard a gentle knock on the door.

“Occupied.”

Another gentle knock.

Sigh. “Occupied.”

Another minute, and I had drained and opened the door.

It was the lady from the seat in front of me.

“Oh, poo. I thought you’d let me in.”

“Uh… it’s a bit cramped in there. Sorry.”

She brushed my junk with her hand as I passed and entered the bathroom, hoping for me to follow. Instead, I returned to my seat and told Jared that I was really tired of them.

“Yeah, I thought one of them followed you back there.”

“She did. It didn’t do her any good.” If he was a nerd, I would have thrown in a Hal Jordan joke. You know, the will to resist her.

Of course, Hal doesn’t need a plane to join the Mile High Club.

Just willpower.

ghjr

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This is not included in the 500 word limit.

Thanks to Ashton Cutright (again) for creating for me an outlet to tell my plane MILF story.

I’m not sure who knew of that one before now. I swept it under the rug because there were better stories.

SIDENOTE: Could you imagine being Green Lantern and taking a woman into the sky to sex her? You could just make a bed in the air, green satin sheets, bright green CD player full of Barry White.

How awesome would that be?

Truly ghjr

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