January 20th, 2019 
Anonymous Mile-High Club motto: coffee, tea or me?
Mile-High Club is shorthand for getting laid while flying, and most fliers join the club at the earliest opportunity. Some fliers join with their spouse or significant other, and some join with the help of airline personnel. One guy insists that his choking the chicken in the plane’s restroom similarly validates his claim to membership.
You’re in Business Class seating, not as roomy as First Class, but not packed in Coach. Your air hostess approaches and gives you a smile, asking what you’d like to drink. She’s busty, blonde, and has shapely long legs extending below her very short uniform skirt. You enjoy the view, and then remember that you owe her an answer to her question. “How about a bourbon,” you finally reply.
Thinner air can make you lightheaded
As she passes you the drink and you reach for it, the drink jostles and spills on your lap. She grabs a napkin and begins wiping at you, resulting in, despite being doused, your tentpole awakening.
“OMG, I’m so sorry,” she repeats several times, while still rubbing in all the wrong (right?) places. Possibly from the fumes of your spilled drink, you insist it’s all your fault and totally not her fault. Maybe you should tell her to stop, but how often do you get a beautiful blonde enthusiastically rubbing your crotch?
Hostess with the mostest
She insists you accompany her to the galley, where she can better clean up the mess. Once you follow her in there, she slides the curtain shut and latches it from the inside. She turns to you and unbuckles your belt, unhooks your pants waistband and unzips your fly. Next, she kneels in front of you to pick up your pants from the floor. The thoughts going through your mind would make a great plot for… wait, what’s she doing?
Doesn’t this sound like a fun call scenario? If you’re ready to join Linda’s Lusty Mile-High Fantasy Club, give me a call and let’s play.
Linda
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