Not in the MH club, I can barely pee comfortably in an airplane bathroom...

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I was on my way from Atlanta to San Francisco when I joined the mile high club. I swear that the pain I sometimes get in my back is from that experience.

Oh, jeez...in my dreams. I wouldn't even want to seriously give it a go, though...I'm 5' 11", over 6' with the heels I customarily wear when I travel...that only says discomfort for me.

Besides, I have problems being quiet when I get into things. =^.^=

yea that mile high thing sounds like a lot of work. work sucks.

Oh yeah! I hate flying; I'm afraid of heights. On one really turbulent-filled trip from SFO to Heathrow, my now ex bf realized the only way to calm my fears was to relax me! And hd did! It was great. This was pre 9/11, so it was much easier then. The stewardess weren't so attentive and cautious then.

it's definitely not comfortable in the airplane bathroom. fortunately, for me, i'm on the shorter side and so it wasn't as bad.

my ex-boyfriend and i did it a lot in college, though, because he was a total superfreak who couldn't get enough sex. more about that later...

finally, i added another rule: no high heels!

After a few attempts with varying degrees of success, I finally joined the Mile High Club on a flight from Maui to San Francisco.

On one of my failed attempts, my girlfriend had to explain why she was leaving a single blue footprint from the lavatory to her seat 20 rows away. In fact, her canvas sneaker, sock and the bottom of her khakis were blue. You know how hard it is to get that blue dye they use in the sanitizing fluid in the toilet seat out of cloth? I can say one thing about the experience: Don't forget to put the little seat cover down in your rush to get started.

you good samaritan you ...:)

think out of the box (and the bathroom really is a little box :-) My bf and I used to take the back middle rows, the five seaters on the 747s, pull the arm rests up, pull over a blanket and he'd nuzzle up beside me, and take me from behind. I always liked this position. I can touch myself from the front and to the eyes of the stwardesses it looks like nothing but a cuddling tired couple!!

This is much better than in the bathroom (which I never managed to do).

Keep a pillow handy in case you need to scream. that woudl blow your whole cover :-)

Never in the air, but many years ago I travelled from San Luis Obispo (south of San Francisco) up to Vancouver by bus. 24 hours, almost non-stop. I struck up a conversation with the girl beside me, and discovered that she was a born-again christian and was also travelling the whole distance. I made it my goal to seduce her before the trip was over because she seemed pretty smug in her moral stance. And she was cute. You think airline bathrooms are a tough playing field? Try the tail end of a Greyhound on a rough road! She ended up sitting on my lap in a kind of reverse cow-girl position. We parted ways with smiles on our faces and she had a slightly more nuanced view of morality...

The MHC is on the to do list, but much self love while airborne. Remember wear a skirt and ask for a blanket when you get on.

Getting caughts kind of fun to.

Love the blog

K

when i was 15, on a flight to perth, australia, i was horny and went to the bathroom and jerked off, and deposited my spunk into the soap dispenser. i guess that's kinda kinky.

Brodie : My cousin Walter jerked off in public once. True story. He was on a plane to New Mexico when all of the sudden the hydraulics went. The plane started spinning around, going out of control, so he decides it's all over and whips it out and starts beating it right there. So all the other passengers take a cue from him and they start whipping it out and beating like mad. So all the passengers are beating off, plummeting to their certain doom, when all of the sudden, *Snap* the hydraulics kick back in. The plane rights itself and it lands safely and everyone puts their pieces or, whatever, you know, away and deboard. No one mentions the phenomenon to anyone else.

Gil Hicks : Well, did he cum, or what?

Brodie : Jesus Christ, man. There's just some shit you don't talk about in public!

Thanks for the Mile High Membership Tips.

Have you posted an email address on this site before? I'd like to have your email address. Thanks.

Not tried it yet... but i would love to join it... maybe my next trip...

Great mallrats quote dante.

Damn I need to find myself a woman that kinky. Then again I haven't been on any planes without a relative thus far. only 17 heh

The closest thing I've ever been was to get head while in the seat. Good thing it was a red eye flight. Ha!

By the way, Dante, I thought his cousin Walter was the one that broke his neck while trying to suck his own cock? Snoogins!

Honestly, the idea of doing it in any public restroom grosses me out. I'd be thinking, ewww, why's the toilet seat wet? Ewww, why's the counter wet? lol

great technique, sara! i'll have to try that one next time i'm on an international flight! too bad they don't fly 747's on domestic flights too often.

No I never have, but I'd like to try someday. Hopefully I find the right guy by then.. hehe.

ken - there are two cousin walters, both of them referring to walt flanigan.

randal from clerks had the cousin walter who died trying to suck his own dick. brodie had a cousin walter who got a cat stuck up his ass to get a gerbil out, and the same walter had his sexual epiphany during the freefall in the troubled aircraft.

Major karma points for you!

FYI: the United flight out of O'Hare to Seattle every morning is one of the new 777s. Acres of space on those. And, they're not certified for international flights yet, as far as I know, so you should be able to find domestic flights on those without too much trouble.

While I dont think I could manage in a standard airplane like most people, I have had the benefit of chartered flight with only myself and the girl I was seeing in the back of the plane.

I must have been 12 or 13, still a virgin and got very lucky seating on an airfrance flight ...cute girl my age on some exchange program. Flirting,playing under the blanquet,very risque...lasted a good part of the flight( at least in my memories). The steward caught on quick, gave me a few complice smiles and on my way off the flight at the exit door in company of the female flight members(that pretended not to notice anything during the trip)
said something like " well we know that this young man hate a VERY nice trip" and they all had a good laugh...

Once in college I was on a long commuter train ride when I suddenly realized the lady sitting next to me (she looked to be in her 30s) was getting off on the train's vibratons. She was leaning way forward with her legs spread as much as possible. I noticed her hips rocking back and forth and her orgasmic breathing. She became less discrete with each climax. If she had so much as looked at me my finggers would have been pinching her nipples and reaching for her cervix. It made me wish I was a girl.

I have always wondered what was so special about the Mile high Club... Not only are the bathrooms ridiculously small, but they smell wretched. Yummy...what a turn on...

I joined the MHC some years ago, (with some very fond memories of the event. A little kinkier though, was while flying a small plane (I have a private license). The girl I was going with at the time proceeded to strip as soon as we left the tarmac, and after we reached level flight with the autopilot engaged, proceeded to blow me, and tried (unsuccessfully) to do a whole lot more. Needless to say, very memorable, and slightly distracting to run the controls of the plane at the same time!

I hate all of you twisted little freaks who believe that the restroom on an airplane is marvelous for screwing. More to the point - that it is the god-given right of any paying customer of the airline to get their freak on.

Know where the lavatories go? Wild guess. There is, however, another, more personal reason for you to not hump each other vigorously in the lavs than spoogey condoms being hurled at Mach 1 from the skies to land on people's heads far below.

The Real Job - working as a aerospace writer - means that I document pretty much anything that goes on or off the airplane. From wing nuts (and I don't mean the kind that have a flange on the end) to lavatories to carpet, if it goes on the 747, and your damn dirty ape butt touches it, chances are I've burned it in the lab and written up the report that says how long flame must touch this before it melds itself permamently into your skin. Also how to properly install it. Have a nice day, and thank you for choosing to sit in First Class, where the leather is specially treated to burn at a very slow rate with heavily toxic chemicals.

Lung cancer at 35 for me. Anyway. The point is that a well-known carrier flying to a well-known honeymoon spot was having problems with a well-known honeymooner activity occuring in the most private spot on a commercial airliner.

Specifically, when someone's fat ass gets placed on the bassinet.

Emphasis on fat.

Now, the biometric testing that occurs requires the two opposite physical spectrum ends. Being roughly the shape of Bigfoot at 6'6", I am one biometric tester, while my good friend, the Japanese woman who introduced me to the right sushi places in the Puget Sound, weighs in at 90 pounds and 4'10 1/2".

So we got the job to redesign the bassinet so damned dirty apes could have sex on it without breaking and replacing them EVERY. DAMN. FLIGHT.

Guess whose butt got to bounce on it for fifteen minutes to simulate someone who can't get off in less time?

Two guesses, and the first one doesn't count.

Bouncing up and down in a small lavatory specifica lly constructed to test whether or not you can jump up and down on a squawking bit of plastic and metal while five federal employees make comments about what to have for lunch?

If I EVER see people joining the mile-high club, I'll light the damn cigarette and shove it under the door seal myself.

I would be in the MH club, but everone I know hates to fly.