This little event happened to me several years ago. I finally got to join the Mile High Club. Yes, sex in an airplane over a mile in the air. Actually it was at 35,000 feet, which is about 6.6 miles up in the air. This wasn't a planned event, it just happened.
I worked in Atlanta for a branch office of a company headquartered in Colorado. I had been sent to Denver to that company's corporate education center for a little advanced training. I had just finished a week and a half long class and was headed back to Atlanta and home. The last day of class ended about four in the afternoon. Normally the company would only fly us home during the day so they didn't have to pay overtime while we traveled. Screw staying in some hotel another night, I wanted to get back to Atlanta. I suppose to the company bean-counters, it was cheaper to have me stay in Denver for another night, rather than pay the overtime for the trip home. I had talked to the travel department and told them that I was perfectly willing to fly on my own time, I just wanted to get home. They probably bent a few rules, but managed to get me on a flight out that evening.
I don't remember the name of the airline, but they were flying a DC8 stretch for this flight. The flight left at 9:20 and it was about a two and a half hour flight. As it was a night flight in the middle of the week, there were a lot of empty seats. My assigned seat was in the rear of the plane. Most of the other passengers were in front of me, and quite a few rows in front of me at that. There were so few people on this flight I really had to wonder how the airline made a buck on this flight. There was a nice looking woman about my age on the other side of the isle in the same row of seats. We had no one else sitting near us.
I moved to the isle seat and asked her if she was going to Atlanta or on to another destination. She was going to Atlanta.
"Do you live in Denver or Atlanta?"
"Oh, I live in the suburbs of Atlanta."
"What brought you to Denver I?" I asked her.
"Business," she said, "I had to come out here to a meeting with a customer of the company I work for, and you?"
"It's a business trip. I work for a company headquartered out here and I was in their school for just over a week. Uh, by the way, I'm Ron."
"Nice to meet you Ron," she said extending her hand, "I'm Sandra. Did you learn anything new and fascinating while you were out here?" she asked.
I shook her soft warm hand. She seemed willing to talk, which had the prospect of making this a lot more pleasant flight. We continued to talk across the isle for a few minutes and then I asked her if she would mind if I just came over there next to her. She scooted over to the window seat and told me to come on over. The conversation continued.
The flight attendants came by shortly and asked if we wanted anything to drink. We each ordered a cocktail. It probably wouldn't be too long before they came by with the snack for this flight.
"Do you fly much?" I asked her.
"Some. I'm not too fond of it, but I do have to do some for this job."
We continued to talk, getting a little more into our personal lives. We did have a few things in common. For beginners we were both single. That led to dates, dates from hell, and how it was dating these days. That of course leads to one of my favorite subjects, sex. We never got into that much before I brought up the subject of the Mile High Club. "Since you fly some, are you a member of the Mile High Club?" I asked her.
"The Mile High Club?...uh....Oh,...I know what you mean! For a minute there I thought you were talking about one of those airline mileage clubs. No, I can't say that I am. Are you?" she said with a little laugh.
"No. Never had the opportunity. If I was flying with someone who was willing, it never failed that is was also on a packed plane. I always wanted to just for the fun of it, but I wasn't willing to put on a sex demo for the whole plane either."
"I know what you mean. I was flying with a boyfriend a number of years ago who wanted to, but we had the same problem. We felt each other up a lot and got each other pretty hot and bothered, but that's about as far as it got."
"Any chance that you might be interested in getting into that little club tonight?"
"I don't know." she said.
That wasn't a no. There was hope here. I continued, "Look at it this way. It could be your last time ever with the way these things fall out of the sky. Better yet, think of it as a memorable time at 35,000 feet doing 550 miles an hour with a perfect stranger; a little conversation piece with your girlfriends, who more than likely aren't members of that club and just may not have the nerve to do this, especially with someone they don't know."