Rendezvous with Desire: Hello, Mile High Club

Previous Part: Rendezvous with Desire: Suhagraat
In my previous post, I had penned down the story of my suhagraat. The second incident I would like to pen down is what transpired on the way to Switzerland for our honeymoon. This is the story of how my husband and I joined the relatively exclusive ‘Mile High Club.’
As I had mentioned in the last story, we left Panaji for Delhi at 3 PM, the day after our wedding. We landed in Delhi at 5.30 PM. We had to go back to Rohit’s house, which was now our house, and pick up our luggage for our honeymoon.
We had already packed the luggage before the wedding. We rushed home, picked up our luggage and travel documents, and returned to IGI airport. It was 8.10 PM by the time we reached T-3 at IGI.
Rohit’s cousin sister, her husband and my maasi had accompanied us to the airport. As the 3 of them were helping Rohit and I load our luggage onto the trolleys, Rohit’s sister started teasing him.
She said, “How did you sleep last night? Did you get any sleep at all?” Her husband and my maasi overheard her and started giggling. I started to blush and looked at Rohit, and smiled. Rohit looked embarrassed and said, “Chechi, can you please not?”
His sister said, “Arre! Don’t be shy. We are all adults here.”
Rohit whispered, “If you must know, it was a long night and a very good morning.”
I was shocked. I slapped his shoulder and gave him a stern look. The four of them started laughing while I turned red. My maasi broke her laugh and said, “It’s fine, it’s a long flight. You can rest,” and started laughing again.
Tarun, Rohit’s sister’s husband, spoke next. He said, “Sleep on the flight? I think they’ll be busy becoming members of the Mile High Club.”
It was now Rohit’s turn to give back the teasing. He said, “Oh, that’s what you and Chechi did on your flight? Any advice, the two of you?” This time his sister started blushing and looked away.
Rohit and I started to move towards the entrance gates. We showed our tickets and IDs to the security personnel and entered the airport. We had booked business class tickets to Switzerland on Etihad Airways. It was Delhi – Abu Dhabi – Zurich. We had to change flights in Abu Dhabi.
We didn’t have to wait long for check-in and reached the counter in 5 minutes. The lady at the check-in took our travel documents, checked the system and said, “Mr. and Mrs. Nair, your flight is on schedule.”
I looked at Rohit and said, “Mrs. Nair has a nice ring to it.”
The check-in lady overheard me, looked up, saw the mehendi on my hand and asked, “Newly married?”
I said, “Yes. We got married just yesterday. We are on the way to our honeymoon.”
She said, “Congratulations! Best wishes from the Etihad family. Let me see what I can do.”
She checked the system and said, “I thought I’d upgrade your seats into first class, but we are booked up. However, we have arranged a surprise for you in Abu Dhabi. Here are your boarding passes to Abu Dhabi. Have a safe flight.”
After finishing all the steps, we reached our gate, found a couple of seats away from the crowd and sat down. I was sitting to the right of Rohit. There was still an hour left for boarding.  I put my head on Rohit’s shoulder and closed my eyes.
Later, I went to the washroom. When I came back, Rohit was shaking his legs and looked lost. I walked up to him and asked what was up. He said nothing and started to look at his phone.
I pestered him once again, and he said, “Arre nothing, I just thought about what chechi and Tarun said.”
I said, “Ahhh. What about it. Are you thinking about joining the club?”
He thought for a few seconds, looked at me and said, “Maybe, if you’re up for it.”
I laughed and said, “A little dangerous, no? Let’s see.”
He quickly said, “Yeah, it is. I don’t know what I was thinking. Leave. I’m an idiot.”
I smiled, gave him a wink and said, “When did I say No?”
He looked shell-shocked. But before he could say anything, they announced the boarding of business class passengers. So we got up and went towards the gate. We were ushered to our seats, and we made ourselves comfortable. About 20 minutes later, the flight took off on time.
An hour into the flight, I was browsing a magazine when Rohit came close to me and said, “So.. when you said, I never said No… did you mean…..”
I looked at him, gave him a wink and said, “Yes.”
Rohit’s face put up a smile from ear to ear, and he took a deep breath. I looked at him, pinched his cheeks and said, “You’re so cute.”
Since it was a night flight, the lights in the cabin were turned down. Both of us had reading lights on. He checked to see if the coast was clear. We decided that Rohit would first enter the bathroom. A couple of minutes later, I would get up and join him in the bathroom.
After we finished, I would leave first and then Rohit would come back later. When the air hostess had gone back to the pantry, Rohit said he would be in the left washroom and asked me to knock twice to let him know that he should open the door to let me in. He left.
Two minutes later, I undid my seat belt. I was about to get up when the captain turned on the fasten seat belt sign. The pilot announced that the flight was experiencing severe turbulence due to bad weather, and it would continue for another half an hour.
The air hostess returned to the cabin and asked me to get back into my seat.
I said, “My husband is in the washroom.”
She said, “No problem, Ma’am, there is a harness in the washroom. As soon as the situation improves, I’ll ask him to return to his seat. Nothing to worry about. You kindly take your seat.”
Saying so, she went to the washroom to pass on the instructions to Rohit. I sat down in my seat and fastened my seatbelt. The turbulence continued, and I was starting to get anxious. But I was more disappointed that our well-thought-out plan didn’t happen.
20 minutes later, the Airhostess asked Rohit to come out and escorted him to his seat. She asked if we needed anything. When we shook our heads, she went back. The turbulence had reduced, but the seatbelt sign was still on.
I asked Rohit, “Are you okay?”
He nodded and said. “Yes.”
I said. “I’m sorry. I was just about to get up when the pilot announced.”
Rohit smiled and said, “I know. Don’t be sorry. It’s good that you didn’t come. Imagine if this happened after you came inside. It would have been awkward when the air hostess would have asked us to come out.”
I hadn’t even thought of that. I said, “You’re right. It would have been very awkward.” We smirked at that thought. There was still another 2.5 hours of flight time left. We decided to watch a movie as neither of us felt like sleeping.
Rothith removed his iPad, plugged in a dual earphone adapter and handed me one set of earphones. He asked whether I had any preference, and I just shrugged. I pushed back the hand-rest between our seats, moved closer to Rohit and pulled a blanket over us.
We snuggled and watched the movie, ‘A star is born.’ As the movie went on, I hugged Rohit’s arms and moved closer to him under the blanket. The romance in the movie was quite moving, and I was slightly aroused. Rohit also felt a little horny.
He freed his arm from my grip, put it over my shoulder, and pulled me closer.  His left hand was rubbing against my left boob. I was enjoying his attention to my breasts. Obviously, all this was happening under the blanket. By the time a wedding scene came, I was horny.
I paused the movie and cranked my head to look around. Everyone in the cabin was asleep, and the air hostess was nowhere to be seen. I switched off our reading lights, took a deep breath and sat back. Rohit gestured at me, asking what happened.
I put a finger on his lip and motioned him to be quiet. Then, I adjusted the blanket to cover everything except our faces. I unpaused the movie, and Rohit looked away towards the screen as the movie resumed.
I moved my hand under the blanket till I found Rohit’s belt buckle. I started to undo it. Rohit turned towards me in shock and whispered, “What are you doing? What if someone comes?”
I put my hand over his mouth and whispered, saying, “Everyone is sleeping. The seatbelt sign is still on. Nobody will come. In any case, I’ve covered us with blankets. Just don’t make any noise.”
I removed my hand from his mouth and adjusted the blanket over us. I undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down his zip. I put my right hand in his boxer and pulled out his cock. I started to stroke his dick. On the other hand, he had slipped his left hand into my kurti and was massaging my boobs.
The movie continued to play in the background. Neither of us was paying any attention to the screen. But the audio was playing in our ears through the earphones.
I would bring my hand to my mouth now and then to take some saliva to lube up Rohit’s dick. After about 3-4 minutes of stroking his dick, his dick was hard and fully erect. It was making a nice noticeable tent in the blanket. Rohit enjoyed the handjob, and he continued to massage and squeeze my boobs.
I was starting to get wet in my pussy. After some time, his left hand moved down towards my crotch. He unbuttoned my jeans and slipped his hand into my panty. He felt around my crotch, trying to find the clitoris. I could feel his hands getting wet from the fluid dripping from my pussy.
He finally found my clitoris and started rubbing his hands over it. As soon as he did it, I jumped a little and took a deep breath. Rohit turned to me and said, “Maybe you should take your advice and keep quiet.” I giggled and replied, “Sorry. Sorry.”
We went back to pleasuring each other with our hands. I increased the speed of the strokes I made on his dick. He also increased the pace of his rubs against my clit. The both of us were biting down on our lips to control our moans. We were clutching the seat with our spare hands to control our excitement.
Rohit started to finger my pussy. It was starting to get hot, and I started to sweat. Just then, pre cum started to flow from Rohit’s cock. I no longer needed to stop the handjob to lubricate my hand with my saliva. I used his pre cum as lubrication and increased the speed of my handjob.
Suddenly, the air hostess started to walk into the cabin. Rohit was the first to notice, and he nudged me. Both of us stopped moving our hands. I had to push down on his dick to hide his erection and the tent it had made in the blanket. The air hostess breezed past us without even glancing at us.
About a minute later, she came back along the aisle. Seeing that we were awake, she asked us if we were comfortable and whether we needed anything.
Rohit said, “Nothing. Thank you. We are quite comfortable.”
The Airhostess went back towards the pantry.
I said, “That was close. I didn’t think I’d ever have to sneak around for sex after marriage. But this is something else. It’s quite exciting, isn’t it?”
Rohit said, “Oh, there will be a lot of sneaking around if we keep up this naughty attitude.”
Saying so, he craned his neck to the front and back of the cabin to see if the coast was clear. Satisfied that nobody was awake around us, he got back to fingering my pussy. I took the cue and started to stroke his dick again.
About 6-7 minutes later, Rohit said, “I think I’m going to cum.” He then held his breath and clenched his body. I said, “hang on for a minute.” I searched the seat pocket for the air sickness bag with my left hand. I waved it a couple of times so that it would open.
I took the opened paper bag, slid my hand under the blanket holding the bag and placed it upside down over Rohit’s throbbing dick. A few more strokes later, he ejaculated into the paper bag. A couple of drops of his semen fell on my hand as well.
I gave his dick a few more rubs and squeezed the last drops of cum into the bag. With my index finger, I wiped the tip of his penis and cleaned it. I carefully removed the bag from under the blanket without spilling its contents. I folded the bag and placed it below the seat near the corner.
I then used tissues to wipe down Rohit’s now flaccid penis and also my fingers and hands. I placed the used tissues also in the paper bag and folded it up once again. While all this was going on, Rohit relentlessly rubbed against my clit and fingered me.
About 4 minutes later, I climaxed and let out a subdued moan. Rohit immediately held my mouth with his free hand to stop me from making any noise. A minute later, I calmed down and motioned Rohit to remove his hand from over my mouth and from my pussy.
We moved away from each and quickly pulled up our undergarments and pants. After 10 seconds, both of us had zipped up and buttoned our pants. I pulled off the blanket from over us. Rohit started to buckle his belt while I adjusted my bra and my kurti.
We were still sweating. I got a couple of face wipes from the seat cover and handed one to Rohit. The both of us used face wipes to wipe the sweat from our faces and freshen up.
Rohit said, “That was fucking amazing.”
I replied, “Missed the fucking, though.”
Rohit said, “Maybe next time.”
He held my face and kissed me. I returned the passion by prolonging the kiss.
I was thirsty. So I called for the air hostess by pressing the button. She came a few seconds later and asked if we wanted something.
I said, “Two bottles of water and a couple of mimosas, please.”
She said, “Give me a moment, I’ll be back,” and left to bring us water.
She got back in a minute, handed Rohit the two water bottles, and left. We opened the bottle and gulped down the water to quench our thirst. She returned a few minutes later with our mimosas.
We got back to watching the movie while sipping the mimosas. Half an hour later, the pilot announced that they would be beginning their descent to Abu Dhabi shortly. The seat belt sign had been turned off by then. Rohit quickly asked me to pass the paper bag.
He took it to the washroom and threw the bag in the trash can. The seat belt sign was switched on again as he got back, indicating that the flight was preparing to land.
We packed up our items and got ready for the landing. 20 minutes later, we landed in Abu Dhabi. We disembarked. We were figuring out the way for international transfers when we heard someone calling out our names. We turned to see who it was.
I shall continue the story in the next part.
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