Airplane Sex Novels & Stories

We all nearly died on that flight, so it's worth celebrating. I thought about it for a long time before I finally agreed. It would be my way of closing the book on this pathetic marriage and this pathetic friendship. At the banquet, Dominic was working the room with a bottle in one hand and Cara's wrist locked in the other, dragging her along from table to table. It looked exactly like the night Cara and I made the rounds at our own wedding. Every mocking, pitying glance in the room landed on me. "A near-fatal plane crash, and what comes out of it? Two people who were actually in love the whole time. Who knew that couple's account was run by Cara and Dominic?"

He unlocked the door, made sure it was clear, and pushed me out. I went back to my seat, and I saw my friends asleep and everyone around us. I sat down, and I was thinking about Wade, and I had sex on an airplane, well, me oral sex, he ate me out on the plane. Wow, I waited until he came back 10 minutes later. I saw him walk down, winked, and licked his lips and fingers. I was turned on again. I had to close my legs. Oh, that asshole teaser. He smirked and walked to where my parents were. He jumped up and sat down easily, which is how he did it.

As the plane bucked and dropped, he drove his rock-hard dick back into her pussy from behind. The turbulence made his thrusts erratic, wildly deep, or suddenly shallow. She was thrown forward onto her hands with each jolt, only to be dragged back onto his length by his grip on her hips. It was a frantic, animalistic fuck, perfectly synced with the violent dance of the aircraft. "Fuck! Yes!" he roared over the noise of creaking metal and howling wind outside. "Take it! This is us fucking in the storm!" She came again, screaming as the plane dropped suddenly in an air pocket, the sensation of falling mingling with the freefall of her orgasm. He came moments later, his seed painting her inner w

That's when I decided to drop the bombshell. “So...” I began, “remember when I mentioned one night of the honeymoon in Bukan?” Angela raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?” Priscilla narrowed her eyes. “The drunk night? Don’t tell me you two...” “We did.” I said it flatly, no buildup. “We had sex. It was messy, rushed, probably unplanned... but we did.” Angela let out a loud, exaggerated gasp. “Wait! You did what? You mean like... actual sex?!”

Lisa threw her head back, moans bouncing off her mouth as Aiden’s mouth explored her skin, making her clit swell, razor-sharp pleasure, licking her inside. “Holy shit!!” Someone yelped as the elevator door fluttered open to reveal couples…maybe making out in the elevator. Lisa quickly climbed off Aiden’s arm, and lowered to her feet, blushing. She felt stupid. Though, she’s willing to get stupid just to have the sex gods as hers. “Sorry, man.” Aiden quirked his brow as he spilled the words.

The plane dipped as they hit a pocket of turbulence. “Hold tight, folks,” the pilot said over the intercom, “and please remain seated through this rough patch here.” Sed’s hand moved to Jessica’s other breast. He tossed more ice chips in his mouth and sucked a cool trail along the side of her neck. His hand moved to the hem of her dress and slid it upward to reveal her mound. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. She wouldn’t be able to handle watching his hand bringing her pleasure. His fingertips separated her swollen flesh and slid over her clit. She shuddered violently. Or maybe that was the plane hitting turbulence again. He quickly sent her senses spiraling high above the earth and

"I just thought you should have asked me if you were used to this kind of thing.” "What thing? Sex in the air? Or just travel by plane?” “The two of them.” Hazz giggled low, then hit the mattress lightly with his hand, in a silent request for me to get closer. As if he commanded the scene, as if he really had some power to determine when we would or would not do that, I let myself be brought closer. Usually, sex never became something agreed, an agreement. Most ordinary people simply let themselves be carried away by the moment and only realize when everything is about to happen.

I ask him. I can literally feel his smile when I mention them. “Things with them are amazing. The plane ride here was one of the amazing times of my life. Cyrus and I had sex and it was amazing. We really connected that night. Austin and Cyrus have had sex multiple times, but this was the second time Cyrus and I had sex,” he tells me.

She smiled, and I knew the flight would be torturous. She broke eye contact as the plane took off. I wondered if I could slip into the bathroom to relieve myself. I suspected it would do nothing. The moment I saw her again, I’d be rock hard. I debated whether I could get both of us into the Mile High Club. I laughed. She probably already is insatiable. But I didn’t want to get her in trouble. We weren’t in p**n anymore. My fantasies didn’t care. We could be quiet, discreet. People did it on planes all the time. One wandering eye could ruin both our lives. I was flying on company money, after all.

I remembered how she eagerly described how much she loved flying with Xylern as a child. I wondered if I could find a way to persuade her to take me on a flight. Was it possible to have sex while flying? Holy fucking hell. That thought sent pleasure coursing through me. Oh yes. It would definitely be happening if it was possible. Byron was just as bad as me when it came to this and was wondering if wolf Ziyah could make it happen as well. Tracie and Kim said goodbye, so I wasted no time in curling my arm around my girl. As we walked towards the front of the packhouse, I asked her my question via the link because I had to know the answer.