One night not too long ago I called my girlfriend Lydia and told her to be ready for a surprise.

I refused to tell her where we were going — only that I wanted to get an early start on a fun-filled weekend, and that the only thing she needed to do was to dress in a sexy little outfit that showed off her gorgeous tanned legs. Forget panties, I added.

Lydia was ready and waiting when I arrived. We kissed, then got into my car. When she asked me for the tenth time where we were going, I didn’t answer. Before she realized it, we were at the county airport. We pulled up to the waiting private plane I’d chartered.

“Surprise,” I said. I kissed her, took her by the hand, and walked her onboard, where we were greeted by a two-man crew. By now she was really excited and wanted to know more. She’d brought no clothes or makeup, but it didn’t matter. I knew Lydia’s body so well that I was able to shop for anything she might possibly need. I told her to check out the red suitcase in the back of the plane. When she looked inside, all she saw was some sexy lingerie and the barest of swimwear.

Once we were in the air we had champagne and a snack. After a while it was safe to unfasten our seatbelts and move around. We were all alone in the rear of the plane. I moved Lydia to the couch, where I kissed her and stroked her hair. I eased my hand under her dress and teased her legs and thighs. She purred, and I knelt between her legs to taste her sweet nectar. Within seconds I pulled her down on top of me and continued to lick, tease, and taste her. She was beside herself. She unzipped my pants, pulled out my aching cock, and started to lick the head. I raised my hips so that she had no choice but to go beyond teasing and licking my raging shaft. Suddenly she mounted me and slowly lowered herself onto my hard-on. We started making love, slowly picking up the pace until we were loud enough for the crew to hear. It wasn’t a big deal. Surely this wasn’t the first time a couple had taken advantage of a private plane.

We continued to make love until we both came simultaneously. Afterward, we had almost dozed off when the pilot announced, “We are about to land. Please fasten your seatbelts. Welcome to Bermuda — and to the Mile-High Club.”