At last she sad down in her seat by the window, slightly flustered after finally getting her carry-on to store properly overhead.  It didn't help that there were people behind her pushing and staring, almost as if trying to push her over with their eyes alone.  Tina checked her phone one last time before storing it away in air plane mode, she looked down the crowded aisle, scanning all the strange faces, wondering who would be the one she'd have to skip over every time she needed to use the washroom.  It wasn't long before a young man stopped next to her row, he looked in his early twenties and he only had a light messenger bag which he hand slung across one shoulder.  He shuffled into the middle seat and sat down, his bag slipped under the seat before him easily.  Tina caught herself staring and quickly pulled her gaze outside the window, but she watched him in the reflections and blushed softly under the black fringes of her shoulder length hair.  He wasn't handsome, but there was something about him that made her whole body tingle.  Maybe it was the confident way he moved, or maybe it was those beautiful grey eyes.  Or it could be the fact he's not Chinese, Tina mused, she was never into Chinese boys despite being Chinese herself.  He caught her eyes in the window and flashed her a giant toothy smile, his teeth so perfectly white it almost blinded her.  She returned his smile with a shy little grin and shifted nervously in her seat, her face burning and her palms started to get sweaty.  As he finally got comfortable, his seat belt secured around his hips, the young man tapped her on the shoulder and still maintaining his smile he reached out his right hand.

"Hey, sup?  I'm Jack."  His voice was not deep, but smooth as water.  It only made her blush harder.

"...Tina, nice to meet you." Tina kicked herself, why had her voice gone a pitch higher?  She shook his hand gingerly, his grip was firm, his palm warm and dry.  He held onto her hand a moment longer than usual then sat back in his seat, a grin forever plastered on his face.  Tina went back to staring outside, as if airport transportation was the most interesting thing to stare at.  She could still feel the warmth of his palm on her skin, but she tried to not take note of the man sitting so close next to her.  Another ten minutes or so, and the captain's voice floated through the PA system, announcing their imminent departure.  Tina let out a soft sigh and checked her seat belt once more.  The take off was always her favourite part of a flight, when the plane would run so fast it rattled before its wings caught wind and lifted the whole craft into the air.  The feeling of ascending through clouds and pulling further away from the ground, where her stomach sank and her mind soared.  It was a most addictive feeling.  Then there was the noise, the constant roar of the engine as it propelled them through the air to reach destinations in time previously impossible by land and water.  The sound was so loud it drowned out all thought, only a relaxed drowsiness remained, and slowly Tina's eyes fluttered closed as sleep claimed her.

She moaned, her voice soft and groggy with sleep, she felt so warm, especially her right thigh, almost as if something warm and fuzzy was slowly running up her leg to rest between her legs....Tina's eyes opened with a start, her body suddenly rigid where only moments ago it was soft and willing.  She found herself covered under a blanket, her head had rolled to wedge against the seat and the window, her legs pushed out in the opposite direction halfway into Jack's seat.  Slowly, almost as if afraid of confirming what she already knew, she glanced over her shoulder.  He was also covered in a blanket up to his neck, and watching a movie, but she knew where his left hand was as his fingers massaged her inner thigh slowly, gently.  Her face flared up in flames as her mind raced.  What was he doing?  Why was he doing this?  Oh God oh God his fingers were inching higher, slipping into her shorts! Tina squirmed but her body was still heavy with sleep, and her clumsy movement only gave his hand more access.  He did not miss the opportunity.  She reached for his hand and grasped the large fingers, stopping their movements, he turned to look at her, a mischievously playful glint in his eyes, almost daring her to make a noise.  She looked into those grey orbs for a moment before turning away embarrassed, but his touch had  awoken within her a need she'd been hiding since the beginning of the flight.  Maybe she had wanted him to touch her, maybe he picked up on that through their short exchange of names and brief words.  She let go of his hand then, and shifted her hips closer to him, her crimson face turned to face the window once more.  His express never changed, but there was a flash of understanding when their eyes locked before she looked away, and he knew he was in the green.  Without looking away from the small movie screen Jack pulled his hand out from under her shorts only to unbutton and unzip the garment, slipping his hand down into the darkness of her secret.  She gasped softly then covered her mouth with one hand as he reached between her folds, discovering the moisture there.

Slowly he stroked her, the folds were first, already puffy with arousal, then his thick fingers slipped further to graze over her small cluster of nerves, her stomach tensed with pleasure and the the painful struggle to remain silent.  He sensed the change in her and smiled, his fingers pressed against that nub and rubbed slowly in a circle, he cringed when her thighs pinched around his hand, but he didn't stop, instead his fingers traveled further down, reaching the entrance of her womanhood.  A soft breath caught in her throat when she felt him slip a finger into her.  There was no resistance as her wetness almost sucked him into her core.  She let out a small gasp, then moaned into the blanket as he started to slip in and out of her, she could almost hear the wet slurping sounds of her wantonness, or maybe she was just imagining it.

Jack's gaze was on the movie screen, but his mind did not register whatever was playing, instead it was focused on the woman sitting next to him, his fingers stirring up a passionate storm within her.  He smiled slyly and increased his speed.  Jack had caught her stolen glances when he first boarded the plane, and had not missed the rosy pink of her flushed cheeks.  And she was too adorable to not tease.  He could feel his own arousal stirring, and shifted to sit more comfortably, hiding his erection under the thick blanket.  He would take her, it was only illegal if they were caught, and it was obvious that she would not object.  He gazed at her through the corner of his eyes and groaned softly, her cheeks were red as a tomato as she tried so desperately to hide those sexy noises he knew she'd be making if they were not crammed in a plane.   Her shoulders shook with each spasm, her breathing became shallow, only slightly so that one would not have noticed it unless one was looking for it.  Suddenly he withdrew his hand, his fingers sticky with her need, and he waited for her eyes to meet his.

Tina rubbed her thighs together and tried to make as little sound and movement as possible.  Her face grew hot with the effort.  His fingers were stroking her entire being back to life, and she felt the fire build up from pit of her stomach, the warmth spreading until it reached the furtherest toe.  She was so close when he pulled away, and she couldn't stop the frustrated groan that escaped her lips.  She looked at him then, a fire burning in her eyes and a hunger that lingered between her trembling lips.  "I..excuse me, I need to use the washroom."

"Sure thing, just crawl over," he replied with a smirk and made no move to make her crossing any easier.  She blushed a deep red and buttoned up her shorts before pulling the blanket off her heated skin, as she slipped one leg across his lap to step over his hips jerked upwards, and her blush almost burnt her to a crisp when she felt his passion for her.  She gave him a knowing look as she bit into her bottom lip, her own boldness made her light headed, she'd never invited a man to a washroom before, let along on a plane.  But hey, it's only illegal if they got caught.  On unsteady legs Tina shuffled down the narrow aisle to slip into an unoccupied bathroom, her eyes wandered around the tiny closet, unsure of how she'd know he was here.  The wait was just long enough for people to forget one Chinese girl that had gone to the bathroom and now a man was following into the same stall.  He knocked once and she cracked the door just enough for him to slip in.  His eyes locked onto hers, an almost cruel smile pulled up the corners of his mouth, but his hands were gentle when they slipped around her waist to rest on her round buttocks.

"Hey pretty lady," he whispered into her ear and she blushed harder than she'd thought possible, her own trembling fingers snaked around his torso to grasp the back of his shirt tightly, her knees grew weak, and they threatened to collapse under her.  "Please.." Her voice quivered, and although it was just a whisper, it felt like she'd screamed at the top of her lungs.  She was begging him, and there was no shame, only an increasing need to feel this man inside her.   Jack laughed silently as his nimble fingers worked open the buttons of her shorts once more, his hands reached around her hips to push them and her underwear past down her knees, he did not have the luxury of undressing her completely, but his mind's eye imagined those perfect perky breasts as they heaved with each breath under her shirt.  Roughly he turned her to face the mirror as his hands slithered under her shirt, under her lacy bra to cup those heated orbs, just because he couldn't see, didn't mean he couldn't touch.  Jack's eyes once more caught Tina's in their reflection, only this time her eyes were glazed over with pleasure and arousal.  She mewed and swallowed her moans as his fingers tortured her erect nipples, rolling the sensitive nubs between his strong fingers, her hips pushed back against the bulge in his pants and he groaned again, she was so ready for him, and he could wait no longer.  He flipped her around once more and picked her up to rest on the tiny counter, her head bend forward to avoid hitting it, his hands worked with a frenzied need as he undid his own pants and pulled out his arousal, her eyes widened in momentary fear and wonder as she gazed upon it.

He wasted no time as he pulled her hips forward, causing her to lose her balance and her head to crack against the mirror, she whimpered, and was silenced with a stern look.  "Be quiet now cutie, you know what would happen if we were caught." His words sank in slowly as she pulsed her hips forward, urging and begging him to take her, to put out this fire that had gone out of control inside her.  He pushed his hips up, the tip of his passion pierced through her, making way for the rest of his shaft to sink slowly into her velvet folds.  She couldn't suppress the initial gasp of pleasure, but soon had her lips clamped shut, her arms strained behind her to hold up her torso as he pulled her hips down, over and over, to meet his love.  She threw her head back, her head cracked against the mirror again but she felt no pain, only waves after waves of pleasure as he pounded into her, using gravity to impale her to the core with each strong thrust.  Her legs bumped against the back wall and she wrapped them around his thick waist, pulling him even closer.  Jack's arms bulged each time he pulled her down on him, thankful that she'd held most of her own weight, his pace was not gentle, and each thrust urged him to go faster and harder.  He heard her muted moans as if they were screamed into his ears, and he bit his lip to keep from gasping himself.  She had been so rigid, and now was so willing, such soft tightness that surrounded more than just his member, but his entire being.  He knew he couldn't hold out as long as he'd wanted, but maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, his half lidded eyes drank in all of her, her bouncing breasts, her tightening stomach, and those thighs spread open so wantonly for him.  He felt her walls tighten, and knew that it was time. With renewed strength he sank his nails into her soft flesh, holding her in place as he pounded into her, his thighs were on fire, and he could feel that familiar burning pressure building up at the base of his cock, he knew he had to time this just perfectly.

Tina was in a cloud of bliss, her lungs burned with the effort of keeping silent, her breathing was short and laboured as she swallowed moan after moan.  Her body spasmed and convulsed with each thrust, his passion reaching further and further inside her until it pressed against the center of her existence.  She cried out then, a soft tortured mew that she swallowed as quickly as she could.  Then his nailed dug in painfully as he held her in place, his hips moved almost in a blur as he hit that spot repeatedly.  She could feel it building, feel it spread out like tiny fingers across her stomach into her arms, legs, fingers, toes.  When her climax did hit she felt his hand over her mouth and nose, the added pressured was the only thing that prevented her screams from reaching all the way back down to Earth.  She barely felt his hot passion splash against her thighs and stomach as she rode out her own mind blowing orgasm, her whole body went limp and her head slumped back against the mirror, her breathing ragged and shallow.  He pulled away from her and quickly cleaned her up before lifting her down the counter.  With trembling fingers Tina took the shorts he handed her and pulled them on as she watched him leave the closet of a washroom first.  She counted to twenty, and only as she stepped out into the aisle did she realised that he'd kept her underwear.

The trip had then been rather uneventful, as she once again fell asleep, only this time her head rested on his shoulder and his arm was around her.  As they landed, the two of them exchanged contact information, and he flashed her another of his winning smiles.

"Welcome to the mile high club."