As soon as the seat-belt light clicked off on the plane, Lizzie made a beeline for the bathroom. I followed a minute later. She’d been talking about joining the Mile-High Club since we booked our flight.

She’d left the bathroom door open a crack, and I darted in without anyone noticing. She’d prepared for the occasion by wearing a loose skirt, and she already had her panties off. Once the door was shut behind us, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick. I had a sample pack of lube in my pocket, and I ripped it open and spread it over my stiff cock, then guided my dick slowly into Lizzie’s cunt. She was eager and open, and with the help of the lube, I slid right in. Then I started to thrust.

As I picked up the pace, Lizzie leaned over further, sticking her ass out and adjusting our angle so I could go even deeper. That left plenty of room for my hand, and I was able to reach in and frig her clit. I figured we should take care of things as quickly as possible, so we needed to break out all the stops. I was pounding Lizzie as hard as I could, and she had her thighs squeezed tight, creating as much friction on my dick as possible. We were both so turned-on by the idea of flying while fucking that it didn’t take much time to get off.

I came first. I felt the tingling in my balls, and then, before I could even tell Lizzie I was coming, I spurted. It took her a few more seconds, but then I heard her breathy gasps and knew she was coming, too.

We wiped up after we finished, then carefully slipped out of the restroom and back to our seats, Lizzie first and me following. I don’t know if anyone sitting near us figured out what we’d been up to, and I really don’t care. What I do care about is our return flight in a couple of days. We upgraded to first-class tickets, and Lizzie is dying to see if the bathroom up there offers any extra amenities.