I was excited and nervous in my easy-access stretch top and short skirt when we boarded the plane.

After we found our seats and settled in, I pulled out a magazine and flipped through the pages, but my mind was on other things. I glanced over at Luke and he gave me that knowing smile, the one that means something good is coming my way.

I spread a blanket across my lap, and Luke’s hand immediately began inching its way up under my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any panties and had shaved myself clean that morning, so when he touched my warm snatch it felt smooth and slick. I felt a wave of sudden heat rush through my body. By the time the plane took off, he was two-fingers deep in my dripping pussy.

As soon as the seat-belt light went off, I headed for the restroom, knowing he’d follow. I was so horny I couldn’t stand it, but I didn’t have to wait very long. A few seconds later, he pushed open the door to the tiny compartment. I pulled him inside and locked the door behind him.

I kissed him and practically ripped open his shirt as he pulled off my top so my nipples could press up against his hard chest. We were in a tight lip-lock when he pulled up my skirt and began squeezing my ass, pulling me against his rigid cock.

Undaunted by the cramped quarters, he worked his way down to my navel, briefly caressing it with his tongue. He continued kissing his way down, until his tongue stroked the inside of my folds, searching for that hidden sweet spot. When he found it, my body — already trembling — shook violently as I was rocked by a tremendous climax.

I gripped his shoulders and pulled him up, unbuttoned his jeans, and lowered my head to run my tongue down the length of his shaft. Oh, God, I wanted him so much. I guided my tongue toward his balls and sucked them one at a time into my mouth. His cock was jumping in anticipation of my hot, wet mouth. I placed my lips over the head and slowly took him in, but our time was limited.

He pulled me up and sat me atop the sink. I felt the rush coming — that overwhelming excitement right before the initial thrust. He knew me so well. His lips covered mine, muting my scream. All I could do was moan as I sucked his tongue in rhythm with his thrusts. He slammed into me deeper and harder until, over-whelmed with passion and lust, we both finally climaxed.

We dressed ourselves, shared one last long kiss, and left the small compartment one at a time to return to our seats. While we shared some wine, I mentally crossed “jet” off my list of interesting places to have sex.