Finally

Lucas and Emma had been married for five years.

They had talked about joining the Mile High Club on their very first trip together. Then again on their honeymoon. Then on every long flight after that. But something always stopped them — full planes, crying babies, flight attendants who never seemed to rest, or just bad timing.

Tonight was different.

Paris to New York. Red-eye flight. The plane was unusually empty for a transatlantic route. Business class had entire rows empty. Most passengers were already asleep with eye masks on. The cabin lights were dimmed low. Even the crew had disappeared into the crew rest area hours ago.

They had been teasing each other since takeoff.

Emma sat by the window in her comfortable travel dress. Lucas had his hand under the blanket the entire flight, slowly stroking the inside of her thigh, occasionally brushing his fingers over her panties. Every time the flight attendant walked past earlier, he would stop. Now there was no one.

Emma leaned close to his ear.

“I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered. “We’re doing it tonight.”

Lucas looked at her, eyes dark. “Bathroom?”

She nodded.

They waited another twenty minutes, just to be sure. Then Lucas stood up first and walked casually toward the back. Emma followed two minutes later.

The rear lavatory was empty. The moment Emma stepped inside, Lucas locked the door behind them.

The second the lock clicked, years of waiting exploded.

Lucas pushed her against the small sink and kissed her hard, tongue deep in her mouth. His hands yanked her dress up to her waist while Emma frantically unbuckled his belt. His cock was already rock hard when she pulled it out — thick, hot, and leaking at the tip.

“No more waiting,” he growled against her lips.

He turned her around so she was facing the mirror. Emma braced her hands on the sink as Lucas pulled her panties down to her knees. He didn’t even bother taking them all the way off. He just pushed two fingers into her pussy from behind — she was already soaked.

“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered.

He pushed in.

Emma gasped loudly as the thick head stretched her open. Lucas kept going — slow but relentless — until he was buried to the hilt inside her. He stayed there for a second, letting her feel how deep he was, then started fucking her with hard, steady strokes.

The sound of skin slapping skin was loud in the small space.

Emma watched them in the mirror — her flushed face, his concentrated expression, his thick cock disappearing into her over and over. Every thrust made her tits bounce in her dress.

“Harder,” she whispered. “Fuck me like you’ve wanted to for years.”

Lucas groaned and started pounding her. The sink creaked under her hands. One of his hands reached around to rub her clit while he fucked her deep and rough. Emma’s legs started shaking.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped.

“Do it,” Lucas said, voice rough. “Come on my cock in this fucking airplane bathroom.”

Emma came hard, her pussy clenching and pulsing around him. She had to cover her own mouth with one hand to muffle her moan. Lucas didn’t stop. He kept fucking her through her orgasm, chasing his own.

A minute later he pulled out, stroked his cock fast, and came with a low groan, thick ropes of cum shooting across her stomach and chest. Some landed on her pussy lips.

He didn’t move right away. He rubbed the head of his cock against her cum-covered lips, smearing it.

Sophie was breathing hard, dazed, cum dripping down her chin.

Lucas eventually pulled out. Cum immediately started leaking down Emma’s thighs. He grabbed some paper towels and gently cleaned her up while she sat on the sink, legs still shaking.

Emma looked at him and smiled, a little dazed.

“We finally did it.”

Lucas kissed her softly.

“About fucking time.”

They fixed their clothes as best they could. When they opened the lavatory door, the hallway was still empty. No crew in sight. They walked back to their seats separately, trying to look normal.

Emma sat down first. Lucas joined her a minute later.

The second he was under the blanket, he slipped two fingers back between her legs. She was still wet and messy with his cum.

Emma bit her lip and smiled at him in the dark.

“Round two in two hours?” she whispered.

Lucas smirked.

“Definitely.”