by Mike Connors
They laid on top of each other during the turbulence, and they basked in each other’s beauty. This was sex like she had never had before. It was sex built on respect and excitement, not just a cheap thrill and an orgasm. It was sex that was 30,000 feet up in the air too. Nothing would ever again compare to the sex she was having now, she thought. She just couldn’t fathom the other men she would meet on her journeys at the moment, because her thoughts were fully occupied with White Gold now.
She stopped for a second in the midst of their passionate, deep kissing, and she grabbed a condom from out of her purse. She didn’t know where White Gold had been, and she wasn’t sure she could trust him, or his sexual history. Guys like this had a lot of sex, and if she was going to do this for the upcoming year, and maybe for the next ten years, she had to be as safe as possible. She grabbed her purse quickly, grabbed a condom out, tore it open with her teeth, and then put it on him. She didn’t want him to do it. She wanted to touch him down there, and she couldn’t wait.
He moaned a little with pleasure when she put the condom on him, and he tugged her up to his lips so she could kiss him again. She was staying down there though. She began sucking him off. It was hard to suck him off completely though because he was so big. He was the largest man she had ever slept with. His reputation preceded him though, and she had an idea of what to expect. She sucked hard and vigorously, at least what she could get in her mouth. She was getting so aroused, so wet by just sucking him off. She wondered what it would be like to sit on top of him and have sexual intercourse with him. She had no idea whether it would hurt a lot, whether she could fit the whole thing inside, and how hard she could expect to orgasm. She just kept sucking him nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted to take in that big, huge dick so she just kept sucking him down to bide the time.
It was so erotic being with him so high up in the sky, all alone with a rich and powerful man, and knowing full well that she could get caught by the pilot or found out any moment. It was all so thrilling. There was a note of exhibitionism to it. There was a feeling of indecency and fear to it. It added to the thrill and chill of the sex. Rolling around at 30,000 feet up in the air, drunk on the world’s finest Scotch – purchased especially for the flight service because the highest-paying clients deserved the best Scotch, and enamored with the possibilities of life before them – they were enjoying every moment of their romp like they had never enjoyed sex before. Even White Gold was surprised at what was happening to him. He thought he had never had sex before. He could feel something unique and special with Miranda, but perhaps it was just the Scotch or the experience. He wasn’t sure. He didn’t know whether or not this was the best girl he’d ever been with, this seductress of the skies, this girl next door with a naughty element to her personality, or whether it was just being on a private jet from Big Flights, the premiere private jet service in the whole world.
She began tonguing his ear as he moaned with pleasure. She was naturally gifted with her tongue, and all her previous lovers had told her so. She had practiced quite a bit, and it had become somewhat of a special study subject of hers, having purchased numerous books on tonguing, tongue massage, and massage. She had studied much on how to become the most pleasurable to a man. She had invested heavily in herself. Her life was meant to please celebrities, she thought, and it was all she wanted in the world. Her talents were incredibly advanced. It was amazing that she had taught herself so much at such a young age. Her tongue moved down from his ear to his neck, and then to his nipples, and then to his belly button, and back on down to his cock. He was moaning and groaning with pleasure now. It seemed like her tongue was wrapped around in so many unique ways. Even all the groupies and ex-girlfriends he’d been with couldn’t perform like this. He was completely enamored, and he kept thinking about how lucky he was to book this private jet with Big Flights. He definitely needed an experience like this after his horrendous breakup with his ex-girlfriend. He was happy that he had put so much work into his concert tour, into his craft, and that he was finally starting to get rewarded with pleasures like these. Even though nearly every woman in the world wanted him now, it didn’t used to be that way for him growing up. He had experienced a transformation in the last three years with the success of his rap album, his rigorous workout schedule, and his movie roles that were garnered based on the success of rap albums. Growing up, though, no one had paid attention to him. Girls had rejected him. They had cast him aside.
Her tongue was doing wonders to him that he hadn’t believed were possible. She was some kind of magician with her tongue, and it seemed to hit all the right notes in the right places. It even went some places and did some things that he couldn’t have imagined were possible. He wondered if this was all some sort of plan put on by the airline to bring about more repeat business with their service. Of course, if the young stewardesses all came on to the men, and offered sex for free, ostensibly voluntarily, who would ever take a regular commercial flight again? No high-paying client in their right mind would pay for first-class service on a commercial flight when they could pay a comparable amount, or perhaps a little bit more, and get a ton of privacy and free sex with horny stewardesses. There was one thing, for sure, and it was that White Gold would always be taking Big Flights flights in the future. There was no way he was ever going back to a commercial flight again.
After a lot of mutual tongue play, she jumped on top of him, and started riding him like a crazy cowgirl. She was like a real cowgirl because she had grown up in the country. She was crazy in that way.
He couldn’t believe how well she rode him. She was so fast, so hard, and gyrating so exquisitely that he almost lost his load after a couple of minutes. He was a real ladies man, and he had always prided himself on lasting a long time in the bedroom, but he almost couldn’t take it. This was something different entirely.
Just like a weird cosmic coincidence, right as they had both cum together, the pilot had sent out a message over the intercom, “we are now approaching our maximum height of 30,000 feet.” They had cum right when the plane was the very highest in the air, and they had both cum together. She had cum with the most famous romantic movie star in the world. This was the best flight she had ever taken, and maybe that White Gold had ever taken, and she had done it on her first attempt with a celebrity. She was overwhelmed with joy. The message over the intercom right at the second they had both cum was a kind of cosmic indicator that her life was moving in the right direction, and all that struggle growing up in farm territory started to fade away like a wisp of insignificant air now. It wasn’t all the flings in Chicago that had done it. It wasn’t all the excitement of the city. It wasn’t seeing all the most interesting places on the major airline. It was her experience with White Gold that had changed her forever.
When they had had sex three times, they both got off of each other and sat back in their chairs. They looked at each other and laughed. “I’ve never been so high,” he said. “That’s hard to believe,” she said. “C’mon, you know that’s not what I meant.” “I know. I was just joking,” she said. This was certainly one of the best moments of her life, just sitting here staring into his eyes, and having him stare right back into hers. She had never felt so close to anyone in her whole life, and she didn’t even know him. What a strange feeling it was to feel so close to someone you didn’t even know. It was almost like she was cured of whatever ills had afflicted her before. She was a new person, now. She had moved beyond the Podunk town she had grown up in, and she felt like a new being, a new creature even. She didn’t even feel like herself, because she had evolved beyond herself.
Epilogue
As the two walked down the steps of the private jet, they parted ways. He had to go to a concert. She had to get on another flight. This had been her first successful seduction of a major celebrity, and she was proud of herself. Before he walked off, he sung her a parting song.
White Gold was known to be romantic, and he was known as a ladies man all around the
world. However, the tabloids always reported that the women who slept with him had only dear things to say about him. “He wasn’t like all the other celebrities,” they would say. “He was just so darn romantic,” another would say. White Gold had a reputation for being a charmer, for being vulnerable, for being open to love wherever it found him. That’s why she was so happy that he was the first celebrity she had ever had sex with. It felt like a great sign of things to come.
She just stared at him in adoration and amazement when he offered to sing her a song. She listened intently because she wanted to remember every single word. She wanted to keep every line, every hum, every rhythm, every word, and every memory of this moment in her mind forever. She wanted to feel something special now, after all the wild sex, something that would tie it all off and close it together nicely. She wanted something from him that would be special, that would be just hers. He offered to sing the song, and she felt chills down her spine when he actually begin singing it. It was like something out of a dream. It was something that never could have happened. It was something that she never could have dreamed of living on that horrible little farm, waiting for her life to begin. It was happening now. This was her moment. This was the moment she would tell her friends about back home. None of them would believe her, though. She didn’t ever want to go back, though. She didn’t ever want to tell them. She wanted this to be private and hers. Besides, they were the ones who had the terrible lives now. They were bagging groceries and married to the star football players from high school glory days. She would just make them feel bad about their puny, bad little lives by telling them about her own. She was a stewardess for the most famous and wealthy celebrities now, and someday she would be married to a wealthy man in Chicago. Her whole life was all starting to make sense, and she almost just passed out from sheer delight when he started singing the song to her. It was so dreamy and surreal. It was so out of this world.
“I want to do a little freestyle for you, babe. I want to write a little rhyme for you.”
“OK, here it goes, babe. It’s my new little rap. I’m going to release it on my next album and dedicate the song to you. I’m going to call it the Mile High Club.”
“Oh, babe, you get me so high,
So high in the sky,
Sure, I love going to the club,
But, there’s just nothing like the Mile High Club.
No matter how much herb I do,
There’s just nothing like getting high with you.
You get me so high,
So high in the sky.
We’re in the Mile High.
Let’s do it again,
I never want to land,
This is our little place,
Up here near outer space.”
She was overwhelmed and about to pass out when he finished singing the song to her. She just couldn’t believe that he was going to dedicate the song to her, too. Of course, he would probably expand on it. It would just get better, though. It would always be dedicated to her. She couldn’t believe that millions of people would hear her name mentioned in the dedication to the song. She felt so unbelievably unique at that special moment. She knew she had always been special, but she just couldn’t get the confirmation she needed from anyone significant, until right now. Finally, she knew that she was good in bed, because he had been with everyone else, and she knew that she was a special person, because he was dedicating a song to her. She couldn’t believe that this was really happening to her. She was overwhelmed with joy and love at the thought that she was so special, so unique, and so lucky to be in this position. She had gotten her through sheer luck and hard work working together. It had all started to pay off for her. She knew that this was the beginning of a series of sexual adventures.
She thought about something, though. She got a little nervous at the prospect.
“Maybe, change my name in that dedication in the Mile High Club song. I don’t want to get fired. I wouldn’t want my managers connecting the song to me. It could go badly for me. If any of them ever hears the song, I could go down in flames.”
“Oh, you’re right, babe. I’ll change the name. That would be terrible if it got back to your managers. You might not be fired. But, you could be questioned. And, you could be watched more closely afterward. It could just bring a lot of trouble your way.”
“OK, cool. Just changing the name will be perfect. We can still keep the thought between us. We’ll always know when that dedication comes on the radio.”
“Babe, I hope I see you again, sometime. I’ll ask for you as a stewardess every time I take a Big Flights flight.”
“That would be perfect.”
He was such a charmer. She had known about his reputation as a ladies man, his poetic background and his flair for romantic drama films. She knew that if she coaxed him into it on a private, lonely plane ride, it would surely come shining through. Sure enough, it had.
When Miranda hopped back onto the private jet after a short one-night stay in Maui where they had dropped him off, where his rap concert was going on, she was excited about who she would meet next, who her next celebrity or CEO would be on the next plane ride. She sat back in her seat on the jet, opened the next brief, drank a glass of vodka, and opened up the next manila folder.
This next client was going to be incredibly amazing. He was a race car driver and well known around the world as one of the biggest carousers. He couldn’t stay married. He couldn’t stay tied down to one woman. He was all about the speed, the race, the rush, and the next challenge. Maybe, she would be the one who could get him to settle down. Maybe, she could get him to settle down with her. Each one of these clients was a potential future husband. She would save their contact information. She would call them several years later when she was done with her stewardess job. She would call them to see what they were doing with their lives. She would have some savings, and she would be settled down in Chicago. Of course, she could always date men there. She would try to call back all her old celebrity clients first, though. She would have to make quite an impression on all of them. She would have to make this race car driver remember her. She thought he was one of the most attractive men in the world. She would have to seduce him, then give him the best and wildest sex of his life. It was her job to entertain the clients, but she was going to give them a ride they would never forget.
