Airplane Sex Novels & Stories

“Wait, you’re not going to have sex with me on the plane, are you?” “I absolutely am,” I said. “In every seat.” “Nathan.” “There’s only twelve.” She threw a pillow at my face. I caught it mid-air and tossed it aside, grabbing her hips and rolling her under me again. “You’re insane,” she laughed breathlessly. “Completely.” I kissed the tip of her nose, then her mouth. Slower this time. Less heat, more weight. “Now go pack. Before I change my mind and keep you here naked for the next week.”

The way he acted like it didn’t bother him made her feel like a total slut. She shifted her gaze when he glanced over in her direction. Looking at the window next to her, she winced at the sting of pain inside her chest. Hell, I should’ve never done that, she thought, regretting the fact that she gave in to her lust that led them to have sex on the plane. Now, the air between them had just gotten more awkward, and she didn’t know if she could still stare at him without being ashamed. After a long flight, the plane had finally landed in the United States. Michelle went to Marsha and woke her up, "Sweetheart, we’re here."

None of us speak much during takeoff. The air inside the cabin still carries the weight of what we did hours earlier on the same jet. It isn’t abstinence anymore. It’s something denser — a mixture of sated desire and the awareness that we’re heading straight into the eye of the storm. After what happened on the flight, something between the three of us has changed irreversibly. It’s no longer just sex. It’s a fragile but real truce. I sit by the window seat, wrapped in a thin blanket. The sky is clear enough for a few stars to appear between the clouds. Orion rises on the horizon, its belt cutting through the darkness like an ancient scar. It’s enough to open a crack in my mind.

When he pulled back, his breathing was ragged. "We have maybe five minutes before someone notices we're both missing," he said. "You want to do this, or do you want to go back to your seat and spend the rest of this flight wondering what if?" This was insane. This was the kind of thing that got you in trouble. Public sex was illegal. And on an airplane, it was definitely illegal. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I want to do this."

"Holy shit, you mean you had sex at your seat?" "Yeah, technically. Almost as soon as I was inside her, though, the stewardess came by and we had to, uh, disengage. Then the seat belt light went on and we were getting some looks. Long story short, it was a fleeting moment and we never got to finish it, at least on the plane. But it was fun, and a little thrilling, and we decided that it 'counted' for the purposes of our have- sex-as-many-times-as-possible game. And that's where the tradition was born. On that vacation, and ever since, we make an effort to have sex as many times as possible, and in the most interesting places we can find. We don't usually finish the act until we're alone and

After she came again, they switched positions; she dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around him with expert skill, sucking until he was on the edge, then stopping to prolong it. They moved to the floor, Lila on all fours, skirt bunched up as he entered from behind, the angle allowing him to thrust deeper, his hands squeezing her ass. He reached around to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipples as he drove into her, their moans muffled by the plane's hum. Later, she straddled him, riding him with wild abandon, her garters snapping against her skin with each movement, breasts bouncing as she ground down. They explored more him fingering her while she stroked

As the plane hit a pocket of turbulence, the floor swayed beneath them, throwing them together with a force that felt like destiny. The sex on the flight was different from the frantic getaway in the SUV. It was slow, agonizingly deep, and fueled by the terrifying realization that they were flying into the mouth of the lion. Roman worshipped her with a desperation that bordered on pain, his mouth mapping every inch of her as the stars streaked past the porthole. In the thin air of the upper atmosphere, every gasp felt louder, every touch more electric. They weren't just husband and wife; they were two souls fusing together before the coming storm.

The plane had landed at our destination. Damn it. Already this tired, did we really need to have sex again? I had braced myself to do it right here on the plane, but it turned out he just wanted to savor the hot breath from my lips. "Do I carry you, or do you walk with me?" He offered a choice when he already knew the answer himself. "I'll follow you." I climbed off his lap. Two flight attendants stood by the door, bowing, their heads lowered. Amon stood up, but before he was fully upright, he suddenly pecked my lips—so fast and hard it jolted my head backward.

Lucas stayed buried deep inside Riley’s tight, dripping pussy, his thick cock stretching her completely under the shared blanket. The plane hummed steadily through the night, cabin lights dimmed to a soft glow. Most passengers were asleep or wearing headphones, but the risk of someone waking up or a flight attendant walking by made every second electric. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” Lucas whispered hotly in her ear, grinding slowly so she felt every inch. “Your cunt is creaming all over a stranger’s cock at 35,000 feet. You’re such a filthy little mile-high slut.”

But being around him made me feel more than welcome here. When the movie had finished and our empty plates sat on the coffee table, me and Julian fell into an easy conversation. "So how did you get into the whole phone sex thing?" Julian asked me curiously. He was sitting on the opposite end of his three-seater, body turned towards me with his feet up on the coffee table. I was fully facing him with my legs tucked underneath me and a grey, fleece blanket on top.