her about my favorite turn-on. "what i like best is eating

pussy, but there is no room here for that. would you like to

go to the back of the plane with me?"

"what do you mean? in the lavatory?" she asked.

"yes. if we are reasonably cautious we can get in there

without causing an uproar," i replied.

"i've never done that before," chrissy explained.

"there's a first time for everything," i said, and moved to

pull up my pants and buckle my belt. she thought about it for

a minute, and then said, "why not, let's try it!" she drew up

the sweatpants and tied the drawstring (i hadn't noticed there

was one before - must not have been tied.) then she got up and

headed for the back of the plane, with me following directly

behind.

she entered the first lavatory, which was vacant (good

thing the flight was long, and everybody was still asleep.) i

slipped right in behind her before the flight attendants

noticed we were even there. as i closed the door, she turned

and we started to kiss passionately. she broke for a quick

query, "how do you do anything in this little space?" as i

untied the drawstring on her sweatpants, i said, "just lift up

and sit on the sink, and let me taste your cunt."

chrissy lifted, spread her legs, and i could see her cunt

lips were still swollen from her last orgasm. i gently tongued

her outer lips, occasionally swiveling my head to nip the

insides of her thighs, but always returning to circle her clit,

and as it swelled up, suck on it gently. there was no end to

the wetness; her own lubrication, supplemented by the enormous

load of come i had left in her pussy, dripped down both sides

of my chin onto the stainless steel sink surface and trailed

down her thighs.

after tonguing her into a few more orgasms, i realized how

hard i was getting again, and finally stood up, sliding her ass

slightly off the surface, and drove my cock into her again

while we exchanged extremely wet but tasty kisses, flavored by

both of our juices. such a short time after the last fuck, and

she was sooo wet; this time it lasted at least twenty minutes,

both of us sighing and savoring the overwhelming sensations

coursing through our bodies. finally, after a slow buildup

that i never wanted to end, i came again, not as much this

time, but she sensed it and started bucking hard just at the

same moment. the pleasure was so intense it was almost

painful.

the light came on to return to the cabin, and after a few

minutes we were able to adjust ourselves to some degree of

presentability to return to our seats. just as we opened the

door, the same stewardess was looking right into my eyes. she

said angrily, "please return to your seats and stay there. we

have some turbulence and the captain has turned on the seat

belt sign." i couldn't help but think that maybe we were the

cause of the turbulence, but then that's just my imagination

running away with me again.

as we settled in to the seats, chrissy pushed the seat

divider down, saying, "i think everyone is waking up, let's not

embarrass your boys." the breakfast service was beginning, the

cabin lights were turned on, and we were again two strangers

who happened to be sitting next to each other on the plane.

the secret of our mile-high lovemaking was secure.

we exchanged addresses, but with her in brisbane and me in

boston it's not likely we'll ever meet again. both of us

promised to use caution in contacting each other should the

opportunity arise, so our current so would not be disturbed,

but also promised to get together if possible again.

i said goodbye to chrissy at the seat, and went forward

with the unsuspecting boys to deplane.

as we got to the end of the ramp in the terminal, i asked

anne, "how was your flight?"

"great," she replied, "one of the most relaxing ever."

"me too!"

just as an aside from your humble editor, if you manage to join

the mile high club, you can get a little mile high club pin from

"sporty's pilot shop." call 1-800-liftoff.

ice cream, you scream

my name is maureen, and i'm taking the time to write this to help out

other women who might have the same problem as myself. my dilemma was simple.i married a wonderful, secure, attractive man, whom i adore. i also adore having my pussy eaten, and unfortunately, my husband, who not normally a

picky eater, stops one step short of hair pie. no matter how i cleansed myself or how much i would suck his cock, he would simply and without further discussion refuse to slide his tongue into my love nest. i have a very good girlfriend who loves to give me excellent head, although i do not consider myself a lesbian and have never gone down on her. one day, while she was munching away between my thighs, i let it slip that ken, my husband, had never experimented with oral sex on me. debbie was aghast, and she told me she would help me formulate a plan to remedy the situatio