Mile High Club

She was a beautiful woman. Probably the most beautiful I’d ever seen. I’ll never forget her. I remember it like it was yesterday. I was at the airport getting ready to catch a flight to Dallas for work, but I had a layover in Atlanta first. After checking my bags and going through TSA, I waited in line at the McDonald’s. My throat was scratchy, and I needed a McFlurry to soothe the pain.

As I waited, I saw something in my peripheral vision—something extraordinary. Someone who was extraordinary. I turned behind me and there she was. She was slim-thick, but with a heavy emphasis on thick.

Her ass was the first thing that caught my attention. Her pants could barely hold it as her luscious cheeks swayed up and down with each step. Her ass was so big it looked like it belonged in a 2000s rap video. It didn’t make sense. Her skin was a caramel complexion, her hair styled in box braids. I couldn’t get a glimpse of her face. She was wearing a blue romper with white stripes, the lower half styled like shorts, along with sandals on her feet.

I felt my wood jump aggressively in my pants, but I played it cool.

She had AirPods in her ears and was walking to her gate—completely oblivious to how much I was lusting after her. Not that it mattered to her anyway. She looked like she was in a hurry.

“Sir?” the cashier, a young lady, called. “I can take you over here.”

I wasn’t paying attention. I was in a trance. The family in front of me had ordered and sequestered off to the side to wait.

“I have to get her number before I catch my flight,” I thought to myself as I approached the cash register. “I just have to.”

“Welcome to McDonald’s!” the cashier said. “What can I get you today?”

“Yeah,” I began, “can I get a small McFlurry with M&M Minis?”

“Coming right up,” she replied. “That’ll be $3.75.”

I handed her my debit card and moved off to the side. There was no one else behind me. I waited and waited. I checked the time. It was thirty minutes until my flight took off.

She whipped up the McFlurry and handed it to me. I began munching away.

The airport was massive. It was a Friday night, so it was full of people. My gate was all the way at the end of the hall, so I began powerwalking towards it while finishing my McFlurry.

I finished my McFlurry and tossed the cup in a nearby bin before taking my seat. My phone was on ten percent. I reached into my book bag for my phone charger, then knelt down and plugged it into a receptacle between my seat and an empty one next to me. I got back in my seat.

I looked up and saw her—her face now. She was gorgeous. She had a nice, big forehead with a beautiful gap-toothed smile and a small mole right above the right side of her upper lip. She was adorned with jewelry: a gold necklace around her neck, and rings on both of her hands. Her toned, sculpted legs crossed elegantly, and her toenails were painted white.

And we were going to be on the same flight. It was almost as if it were destiny. I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away.

I didn’t say anything initially. I sat there, almost panicking, trying to think of something to say but unsure of how to bridge the gap. There wasn’t any common ground between us, just the shared uncertainty of waiting. Twenty-five minutes dragged by without a call to board or any updates from the front desk.

Finally, I decided the delay could be my opportunity. I stole glances up at her, wondering how to approach without seeming awkward. Summoning courage, I leaned forward.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” I said, my voice low. “Would you happen to know what’s going on with the flight?”

She paused, pulling out one earphone and flashing a polite smile. “Hold on,” she replied, her voice carrying a charming French-African accent that piqued my interest even more. “Let me check the app.”

There was a brief moment of silence. My heart pounded in anticipation of her response, her brows furrowing slightly as she navigated through her phone.

“They are saying there’s a deelay,” she said finally, looking up with a hint of empathy in her eyes.

“That’s not good,” I said, gritting my teeth and tapping my feet in frustration. “I have a layover flight I need to catch, and I need to be at my hotel by 2 a.m.”

“Oh no,” she replied, “that is tehwible! What time is your next flight?”

“11 p.m.”

“You should be fine because it’s only an hour flight to Atlanta, and it’s 9:00 now.”

“Hmm, maybe you’re right.”

We both paused. My gaze was locked on hers, hers on mine. I felt something electric. She took her headphones out of her ears and smiled. I smiled back and sat up straight.

“Oh well,” she blurted out, “I didn’t pay any money for this flight, so I am not too worried.”

“Are you serious?”

“No,” she chuckled, shaking her head. “My sistah works for the airline, so I get unlimited buddy passes.”

“So you just go everywhere, huh?”

We both laughed. Her pearly white teeth spread apart, her brown lips stretching toward her cheekbones.

“I love it,” she said. “Most of my family is in Atlanta, so I get to see them every weekend.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes,” she replied. “I’m originally from Cote D’Ivoire but I came to The States in my high school years.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “There’s actually an Ivorian spot around where I live. I’ve had cow’s feet, maafe…”

Her face lit up. “Really?”

“Yeaaaahhhh,” I said.

“You have to get it homemade!”

“Do I?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “Do you know how to make it?”

“What kind of question is that?!” she asked sarcastically, laughing. “I didn’t have a choice!”

We both laughed hysterically. We stared at each other for a bit.

“My family and I had Sunday dinners every weekend,” she said. “We’re all spread out now, so we try to come home every weekend.”

Wow, someone who is humble and family-oriented. So rare. My infatuation grew as I found myself drawn to her warmth and sincerity. Her eyes sparkled when she spoke about her family, which really resonated with me.

“That’s really cool,” I said, eager to learn more about her life and experiences. “My family is the same way. How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

“I have three sisters and two brothers. I’m the middle child. How about you?”

“I have three older brothers. I’m the youngest.”

“I knew it!” she said, smiling.

“How?” I asked, laughing.

“I could sense it.”

I raised my eyebrows in confusion and wonder.

“Sense it?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “You just have ‘younger sibling’ spirit. Like you’ve been sheltered your whole life.”

“Sweetheart,” I said, jokingly, “you do not know me. I was not sheltered. I grew up in a house full of men and took a lot of butt-whoopings.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever!”

Finally, the plane arrived. The passengers from the incoming flight deboarded, and throngs of people streamed through the doors of the gate.

“Now boarding Flight No. 093,” a voice on the intercom said.

We, along with everyone else in the gate, got up.

“I’ll be in first-claass,” she said in a teasing manner.

“Lucky!”

“Where will you be sitting?”

“Don’t judge me,” I joked, “but I’ll be in coach this evening. I’m on the company dime.”

“No judgement here!”

We both got in line, standing next to each other. Both of our boarding passes got scanned. We didn’t say anything to each other until we got to the aircraft.

Finally, she said, “Okay, well I will be taking my seat now. It was nice meeting you!”

“I never got your name,” I responded.

“Harima,” she says, offering her hand.

I shook it. It was as soft as silk. We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity.

“James,” I responded. “I guess I’ll see you when we land?”

“That would be great!”

We went our separate ways. She sat in first class, while I sat in basic economy, waiting in line for all of the other passengers to take their seats.

Finally, I found my seat. The seat is closest to the aisle. Perfect for when I needed to take a leak.

“Fuck,” I thought to myself, clenching my fist. “I should have gotten her number!”

I shrugged my shoulders. I figured I’d see her again when we got off the plane. However, the thought couldn’t shake me. I couldn’t stop thinking about the woman.

The image of her was carved deeply into my consciousness, and my heart played a rapid drumbeat in my chest. My fingers drummed restlessly against the armrest, trying to dispel some of the pent-up tension. To regain control, I unlocked my phone and listened to some relaxing music. Two other passengers slid into the seats next to me, momentarily diverting my attention as I stood up to let them through.

Once all of the passengers were boarded, the jet engines roared to life. I put my phone in airplane mode and placed it in my bookbag. I put my seat belt on. The plane was freezing. This was a summer day, so they had the A/C on full blast. It fired my nerves up even more, as I began shivering. I reached into my book bag and pulled out a blanket.

The plane began to taxi away from the gate towards the runway.

“Prepare for takeoff,” a voice on the intercom said.

The plane zipped across the runway before gracefully ascending into the air.

My ears started to pop. The cabin lights shut off, leaving us all in darkness. I placed my headphones into the jack on the back of the seat in front of me. I decided to watch a movie. I scrolled through, trying to find something interesting.

A bunch of old comedy movies. Shit I’d already seen.

I exited the movie app and clicked on the flight map—showing us leaving Baltimore and heading towards Atlanta. I put my seat back and watched the map until I fell asleep.

I was awakened by a gentle touch on my shoulder. I didn’t know who or what it was, so I went back to sleep. The touch became an impatient tap, followed by a rub. My eyelids creaked open. I looked up to my right.

It was Harima.

I felt my heart skip a beat, but I sat up confidently. It was pitch black, yet her countenance was unmistakable. She had a beaming smile on her face.

She crouched and whispered in my ear: “I’ll be in the bathroom.”

She slowly walked back, and I turned around to look at her ass.

Wow. Okay.

I thought about it for a bit. My mind raced as I thought about all of the things I’d like to do to her.

But what if the flight attendants see us? What if people hear us? We could get in trouble, right?

“Fuck it,” I muttered to myself.

I remained seated for a bit to give her some distance and time, so people didn’t think anything weird was going on.

After a few minutes passed and most people in my section had fallen asleep, I got up and walked towards the bathroom. I opened it, slipped in quickly so no one could see her, and locked the door.

Right away she wrapped her arms around my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest.

“I’m sowwy,” she said, whispering in my ear, her accent setting me on fire. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Me neither,” I said, my heart pounding through my chest. We stared into each other’s eyes. It felt like my dick was trying to force its way out of my pants—growing, expanding, and facing outward. There was some kind of magnetic force pushing us into each other’s arms; you could touch it and taste it.

She squeezed tighter. Our lips met, my tongue going in her mouth. I could taste her saliva. I wrapped my hands around her ass and squeezed those thick cheeks. Then, I slowly ran my hands up her waist, her arms, and finally her shoulder straps.

I gently removed them from her shoulders. She started unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning my pants. Her breasts were in full view. We circled around, and I gently pushed her towards the door.

“I don’t usually do thees,” she said, smiling.

“It’s never too late to join the Mile High Club,” I joked.

She rolled her eyes.

I started sucking on her nipples. Then, I started sucking on her neck. Her skin smelled fruity; it felt so soft. She didn’t have a single scar on it.

And she said I was the sheltered one.

I could feel her heart racing. She ran her fingers through my dreads. We began kissing passionately.

The space in the bathroom was cramped. We didn’t say it, but we both knew that at some point, people were going to want to use the bathroom. We had to make it quick. Yet, amidst the urgency, there was a pause in time—a moment where breath met skin and the scent of her mango-laced perfume enveloped me, like the warm embrace of twilight in summer. Her skin was a silken tapestry, inviting exploration with every touch.

I pulled her romper down to her ankles. That fat, juicy ass that I’d been fantasizing about for the past few hours was in full display. I caressed and massaged it, her skin caramel and smooth, before caressing her entire body.

She placed a condom on the sink before I came in, as if she was prepared.

I took my pants and boxers off and my shirt. I was only wearing a tank top. She turned around, her ass facing me, and twerked for a bit.

I accepted the invitation and slid my raging-hard cock into the treasure she had hidden between those cheeks.

Her pussy felt like water.

Her mouth widened as if she wanted to let out the loudest moan she ever had, but she didn’t want anyone to hear her.

She forces me out, before she turned back around and began to slowly stroke my erect penis with her hand.

My mouth opened in ecstasy.

“It’s soo beeg,” she said, still stroking. She turned back around, my dick still in her hand, and placed it back in her pussy for me.

After that, I went to town. I looked down as my thighs bounced off her cheeks and left behind a recoil.

“Fuck,” I said, as I was rearranging her guts.

She began to quietly moan. Her juices ran down her legs and dripped on the floor. As the plane rumbled and tumbled, I placed my right hand on the wall trying to maintain balance. Her hands were on the sink.

“Harder,” she said.

I began to slam my cock into her with the passion of a thousand suns. The sound of my thighs meeting her behind became even louder.

Clap-clap-clap-clap…

“Yess!” she quietly exclaimed. “No, yes, oh God!”

I pulled out, she stood up. I grabbed her from behind and walked her towards the door.

She laughed. “People will hear us!”

“Oh well.”

I impatiently shoved my cock in her pussy, grabbed her breasts, and started grinding myself into her. A slow, steady rhythm. It was more sensual now. My lips sucked on her neck, back, and shoulders. Her right hand was on the side of my head, her fingers running through my dreads.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as my dick pushed deep into her, reaching the most sensitive parts of her body.

“Mmmmhhmmmm,” she came. Her pussy formed a death-grip around my cock, while getting wetter as I made love to her.

“You came before me,” I whispered in her ear, as I continued to pound her relentlessly. “You know there’s a consequence for that.”

“Your deeck is so beeg,” she said, gasping for air. “I did not have a choice! Punish me behbee!”

Our inhales and exhales had the same rhythm as my strokes. She felt my breath on her neck. She turned her head to kiss me, shoving her tongue down my throat.

“Aw fuck!” I slurred in her ear.

I felt pressure from my stomach, all the way down to my balls. My dick throbbed and expanded. She felt it too.

“Cum inside me Jemz.”

Her saying my name like that was all it took. I released my load, the condom collecting all of it. My hands squeezed her breasts even harder. I continued pumping, my dick oozing with cum.

“UUUUGGGGHHHH!” I groaned.

She came again, too, harder than before. She began grinding her ass on me, with my wood still in that tight wet thing. Her pussy squeezed me harder as I came, like an anaconda constricting its prey.

“Guugggh!” I emoted as tears of pleasure streaked down my face.

She held my thighs as the plane thundered through the sky—trying to maintain balance. She started grinding back into me as I was still cumming, twisting her hips slowly and charmingly. Her pussy pulling me in.

I caught a brief glimpse of her face in the mirror, she had a devilish grin. This wasn’t from her cumming, she knew what she was doing.

My entire body twitched violently as she fucked me back—squeezing every ounce of pleasure left from my dick.

I stayed inside of her for a few minutes. It felt so good that I didn’t want to pull out.

The both of us just stood there, skin to skin, body to body—trying to catch our breaths. Tethered together by static electricity, and the stickiness of our sweat. I wrapped my arms around her waist and started sucking on her neck again. She laughed.

“That was good,” she said.