Alright, buckle up, because I’m about to spill the beans on my “mile high sex club” adventure. Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing, pun intended.
So, the idea popped into my head after a few too many beers and a documentary about, well, you can guess. I thought, “Why not? Live a little!” Finding a willing participant was the first hurdle. My girlfriend at the time was definitely not into public displays of affection, let alone anything more… adventurous. So, I turned to a friend, someone who I knew had a similar, shall we say, “open-minded” approach to life. Let’s call her Sarah.
Sarah was surprisingly on board, after a little convincing and a lot of nervous laughter. Now, the logistics. We couldn’t just hop on any flight and expect privacy. I did some digging and found a relatively empty red-eye flight from Vegas to Denver. The plan was to get two seats in the back row, hopefully with an empty middle seat. The red-eye was key – most people would be asleep.
The day arrived, and the pre-flight jitters were insane. We got to the airport, grabbed a couple of stiff drinks to calm our nerves, and boarded the plane. Jackpot! The middle seat was empty. We settled in, waited for the lights to dim, and the fun began. It was awkward, cramped, and definitely not as glamorous as the movies make it out to be. Think more struggling in a blanket fort than anything else.
The biggest challenge? Noise control. Every creak, every rustle of clothing felt amplified. We were constantly paranoid that someone would wake up. I was sweating bullets. At one point, I swear the guy in front of us shifted in his seat, and I thought we were busted. But thankfully, he just readjusted and went back to sleep.
The whole thing was a blur of adrenaline and muffled giggles. I can’t say it was the most comfortable or romantic experience of my life. It was more like a ridiculous, slightly terrifying, and ultimately unforgettable escapade.
- Preparation is key: Choose your flight carefully. Red-eyes are your friend.
- Be discreet: Low profile is essential.
- Manage your expectations: It’s not going to be a scene from a movie. Think cramped and awkward.
Would I do it again? Probably not. But I definitely have a story to tell. And hey, at least I can say I’ve officially joined the mile high club. Just don’t ask me for details.
The Aftermath
The landing was a huge relief. We practically bolted off the plane, trying to act as casual as possible. We grabbed our bags and hightailed it out of the airport. The next few days were filled with inside jokes and sheepish grins. It became “our thing.”
Looking back, it was a crazy, impulsive decision. Not something I’d recommend for everyone, but hey, sometimes you gotta live a little. Just maybe choose a less cramped and public venue next time.
