Joined the mile high club?....(f) | 2016

I travel pretty regularly for my job. I’ve worked with my current company for just over two years and I’d say I’m away on business on average about 17 weeks annually, so I’m used to planes and am a good flier, though all the time away makes it hard to hold down a relationship.

Now I have a pretty high sex drive and love to have sex as often as I can get it but am not comfortable with it casually because of the stranger factor (I’ve only had two one night stands, one of which I wrote about, and another which was awkward because it was with someone I didn’t know) and because its hard for me to separate feelings, so I masturbate quite a bit and own a plethora of toys to get the job done.

I’m a sucker for anal and I have multiple sets of plugs and beads and I wear them quite often around the office, at home, to the bar, and during sex, and even bring them on trips. I enjoy the way they keep me wet and horny all day, and I’ll tease myself by squirming around and changing positions until I can get home and give myself a memorable orgasm, or if I’m too worked up, find a way to get off discreetly at work or out at the bar while I’m in front of colleagues and friends which honestly only adds a thrill factor to it that I love and helps intensify my pleasure. Having them in during sex primes me up to be fucked in the ass and honestly there’s no faster way to make me cum than to slowly pull and push beads in and out of me while pounding my pussy, its sensory overload and will have me trembling and shaking with the strength of my orgasm and at your mercy wanting to return the favor how ever it is asked of me.

In short I love beads and I am one of those girls that likes walking around with something shoved up my ass (haha) although if anything it loosens me up and makes me more playful. I’ll find any excuse to wear them, and have thought about wearing them on planes multiple times but always chicken out because I’m afraid of what would happen if I had them in while going through a body scanner. Apparently though that completely skipped my mind this time around and I fully blame it on lack of sleep due to spending an insane week in Vegas attending the wedding of my sophomore college roommate along with all of our former friends from back then.

I hadn’t slept at all the night before, choosing to gamble and drink and catch up with friends for the last time instead, so when I went to pack and saw my beads I put them in without a second thought and didn’t think about why that was a stupid choice until I was standing in line for security with Sawyer, my platonic wedding date/coworker/best friend, panicking. He of course was laughing his ass off when I told him why I was freaking out but helped calm me down after pointing out that they likely wouldn’t arrest me for wearing anal beads in an airport though they’d probably get a kick out of embarrassing the hell out of me. Needless to say I was quite relieved when I wasn’t directed through the body scanner and thought I was home free.

We had one layover in Houston before we got onto a smaller plane for the hour flight home and though I’m a frequent flier I still prefer larger planes because they feel a lot less fragile in the air. It felt like immediately once we took off we were accosted by turbulence. I might not panic outwardly like other people because I do make this particular flight a lot, but I’m not completely immune to nerves. My natural reaction was to tense up as I was jostled around but that only made me feel the beads that much more.

The vibrations as the plane swayed and rattled had my eyes bulging out of my head and grasping onto the arm rests as I was bounced in my seat and the beads massaged my insides, quickly causing my pussy to soak through my panties and all my muscles to convulse and only multiply the sensations. It was crazy.

When I started to breathe real hard and gasp at every movement the plane made Sawyer, looking concerned, asked me if I was okay thinking I was hyperventilating out of fear. But when I turned to look at him and mouthed ‘beads’ he was once again cracking up at my expense. Every time the plane dropped suddenly in altitude leaving my stomach in my throat, my mouth would drop open as I reflexively clenched all my muscles, and once I was slammed back into my seat I would choke on a groan as the beads would get pushed farther into me and my clit, now swollen, rubbed off my jeans through my soaked panties. It was bringing me closer and closer to the edge and I was having a hard time holding it back and eventually I couldn’t at all.

The first time I came it was intense and I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut as it thundered through me leaving my whole body throbbing with pleasure as I panted through the aftershocks. And when the turbulence didn’t really ever stop completely, and eventually got worse at one point, I came for a second time awhile later and I couldn’t help my whispered ‘fuck’ as it over took me and my toes curled in my shoes.

I felt exhausted and over stimulated, my body like jelly as if I had just run a marathon. It was intense, but still amazing and even though Sawyer made fun of me and tried to play if off like everyone on the plane saw me have an orgasm it didn’t bother me at all. I had gotten off, came hard, and it wasn't my own doing. Don’t know if that counts as joining the mile high club but that’s as close as I’ll ever get considering plane lavatories are small cramped and the toilets are scary. Now I’ll probably be hard pressed to ever not wear beads on a plane again! Taking the chance at getting caught in the body scanners would definitely be worth it to cum that hard, and if everyone was in fact watching me, all the more reason to do it!

TL:DR Wore anal beads on plane ride home and the turbulence got me off.