The Mile High Club

By Jenny Swift

Copyright ©2025

That first night after the breakup, I stayed awake, hoping he would come to his senses, but he didn't. My tears ran down my cheeks nonstop. I stayed locked up at home for a week, and the sadness seemed endless. However, after letting the crying take control, I decided to pull myself together. I remembered that I had saved up to travel to Paris with my ex. It was going to be a surprise, but the idiot had left.

“No, I won't let that stop me,” I said aloud to convince myself.

So I planned the trip to Paris anyway. I felt it was the right thing to do. A change of scenery, another place where I could distract myself. It was a long trip since I lived in New York. Still sad, but with my hope intact, I headed to the airport with my suitcases full to the brim. I thought maybe I could leave forever... but my whole life was in New York.

After passing through all the security checks at the airport, I was informed that my seat in economy class had been accidentally sold. I couldn't believe my bad luck. All the hope I had felt in the last few days vanished as quickly as it had come.

“Miss Brown? Samantha Brown?” I heard someone calling me.

Inside, I thought, “Now what?” I was more annoyed than I could admit. Without meaning to, I said those words to the manager.

“Now what?” I asked grumpily. The manager looked at me with some alarm, but quickly recovered.

"It seems we've found a solution: we'll let you travel in first class. It's our way of apologizing to you for the misunderstanding." He announced, then forced a smile.

First class? Wow, I never thought I'd have the chance. It seemed that the whole thing had been resolved without too much trouble. Of course, I accepted that seat in first class and boarded the plane. I had no idea what kind of surprise awaited me next.

As soon as I entered first class, I knew everything was different. The service was exceptional, I was offered champagne, and I settled into a first-class seat with a big smile on my face. I was so excited that I didn't notice there were only two people there, and suddenly I realized the other person was my favorite actor from my high school days.

My heart stopped. Was this real, or was it just my imagination running wild? I looked closer, and it was definitely him. I couldn't believe my eyes. My luck had changed dramatically. I had to go up to him. I had to! How many times in life do you get an opportunity like that?

For 45 minutes, I thought about how to approach him. An autograph, of course, I would have to ask him for an autograph. That was the perfect excuse to approach him. We were flying over one of the seven seas when I decided it was the ideal moment.

“Excuse me, Mr. Harrington. I don't want to bother you, but...” I stopped when I saw him looking at me curiously. He was as handsome as ever, and my breath caught for a second before I continued speaking. “Would it be possible for you to give me your autograph? I always watched your show, I'm a big fan.” I finished saying, and he smiled at me, relaxing his expression.

“Of course. Are there still fans? Ha, ha.” He joked.

We both laughed after that, and he invited me to sit next to him.

“There's no point in sitting apart. We're alone on this plane. This way, the trip will be more enjoyable,” he argued, and so it was.

I had always followed his career, and everyone on TV said he was a despotic man, but that wasn't the case at all. He was a very kind and friendly man. The laughter came quickly, and half an hour later, it was very clear that we were flirting with each other. Who would have thought that my trip from New York's JFK Airport to Paris' Charles de Gaulle Airport (CDG) would be so interesting... I had always been in love with that man, and now he was rubbing his leg against mine.

I did too, but in my case, it was intentional. I no longer remembered why I had planned that trip in the first place. The actor looked me straight in the eyes, and then the details became blurred in my mind. The last thing I knew was that we were kissing with incredible passion. I was aware that I was an attractive woman. Why wouldn't a famous actor of his time like me?

Suddenly, his hands wandered down my body to my breasts, where they lingered, arousing a desire in me that bordered on ecstasy. There, on a plane, at an altitude of 35,000 feet, that actor and I were kissing in first-class seats. He left my mouth to kiss the base of my breasts, tearing my blouse slightly to gain easier access to my nipples, which were stiff and eager for a skilled tongue.

“Who would have thought I'd enjoy such pleasant company...” he said between gasps, as he voraciously licked my nipples.

I let out a moan, ecstatic with his kisses and caresses. His fingers sought my crotch, but I decided I should take off my clothes first.

“Now, please, continue,” I whispered.

And he touched my pussy gently, while his tongue sensually licked my breasts. I lost all control and moaned with my eyes closed. He masturbated me, and I knew my first orgasm was near. I screamed without caring if the crew heard me. He didn't seem very interested in silencing me either.

With my chest heaving, I bent down in front of his seat to take out his cock and put it in my mouth. The plane shook a little, and I opened my eyes wide, but nothing else happened. I was able to suck his cock without further interruption. He moaned, and I took it all the way in, past my tonsils. He set the pace by placing his hand behind my head, and in that way, I sucked his cock until I was satisfied. It was so hard that I suddenly wanted to have it in my pussy immediately.

However, I didn't rush; I licked and sucked energetically, giving him great pleasure. Suddenly, he stopped me and threw me back against the seat. It reclined, so we reclined to be more comfortable. He positioned himself behind me, and after touching me everywhere and kissing my neck, he pushed me forward so that my ass was at his disposal. He penetrated me viciously, and his movements quickly became wild. A frenzy of activity ensued, and my screams could probably be heard throughout Europe and parts of Asia. The actor took possession of my body in a way I never thought possible. He took his back-and-forth movements even further, causing screams of pleasure I had never known before to escape from my mouth.

I came once more, while he continued pumping without stopping. My mind collapsed from the pleasure I experienced, for he did not stop, and a third orgasm left me with just enough energy to scream and let him know that he was the best in the world. There was no rest, and he sat down so that I could ride him. We were face to face, kissing passionately. My hips moved in a way inspired by that unique moment. We kissed as I moved quickly. He took control, grabbing my waist and forcing me to go faster, while he moaned with his eyes closed. I knew he was about to come, so I moved to my seat so he could come on top of me.

That's what happened, and right after that, we noticed that we had arrived at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris at night. We spent our time admiring the beautiful illuminated city. We smiled and spotted the Eiffel Tower among all those beautiful lights.

It was as if we had known each other all our lives, and perhaps that was true on my part...