mile high club

MaxEntropy_Man wrote:horrendous place to do it. it's cramped, germy, and god knows who sat on those seats and touched those walls. i can barely get myself to go and then can't stop dousing myself with purell. gross!

MaxEntropy_Man wrote:horrendous place to do it. it's cramped, germy, and god knows who sat on those seats and touched those walls. i can barely get myself to go and then can't stop dousing myself with purell. gross!

southindian wrote:Weak script. The script cannot be true, unless the woman was providing a Service from the airlines who agreed in 2 and half hours to provide service. It takes time, conversations with a stranger to get there. In a 7 hour flight it takes time and am privvy to experiences from business travelers who set the base during flight that could be continued at destination.

The only way this could be true if they had an encounter earlier, however brief it may be.

Another weak part in script is deliberate attempt to show children were asleep during that time tp show their innocense. I have yet to meet a mother who discusses sexcapades with her 17 year old daughter, unless both could be swingers.

This could have been written better.

Beatrix Kiddo wrote:pretty pretty sure i witnessed one.

london - ny flight. brit oldish man. desi woman, could be in 30s or 40s. couldn't figure it out.

pretty sure they didn't come together. when she was finding her seat, there was a formal exchange between the two.

I tried to sleep most of the time, but looked pretty obvious they weren't together. I don't think they talked even once. She once stood up to yell at my son for kicking on her seat (he claims he was 'kicking', just playing drums on his tray table). I apologized on his behalf as I had just come back from the toilet, but the brit wasn't bothered a bit. Didn't even turn to look. I was taking meds out of my bag from the thing up the seats, and his briefcase slipped down and hit him on his head/neck/shoulders. He was PISSED. I apologized and said i didn't touch it and it slipped on his own, as it was on the other end. He was still pissed and put it by his feet. I offered to put his briefcase back up. So he got up, mumbling something in brit accent, put it back and slammed SHUT the door. I mean with the loudest sound possible w/o breaking it. Daughter said it was both fun and humbling to see someone yell at me, and me cowering down. Anyway, the point is, the desi woman sat there least concerned all through it. Didn't move a muscle to comfort him.

2-3 hours later, in the middle of my disturbed slumber, I opened my eyes automatically and saw them both coming together from the toilet area. eh? Why both together. Not like there is a smoking section back there. She had that guilty look on her face. I know that look so well. Like, just having 'done some mischief but feeling guilty' look, looking straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone. heck i have had that look at times myself. I know that look.

I continued staring at her to see if she will sneak a smile at him, to make sure they did stuff. She didn't. So I was confused. They didn't look at each other AT ALL, or exchanged any look. So, except the fact that they walked back together, there was no indication they did the deed.

Except, towards the end of the flight, he adjusted the back of her hair. hmmmm. Too bad older was sleeping through it, else we would have made some conclusion together.

seven wrote:were you trying to take the meds out while the bag was still up there? why not bring the bag down and look for stuff in it?

its ok if you can't guess how old they were but do tell us how big they were in terms of weight height. 

i didn't even know there was a word for this thing. TIL it's called mile high club.

Beatrix Kiddo wrote:

seven wrote:were you trying to take the meds out while the bag was still up there? why not bring the bag down and look for stuff in it?

its ok if you can't guess how old they were but do tell us how big they were in terms of weight height. 

i didn't even know there was a word for this thing. TIL it's called mile high club.

ah, details. 

i took my bag down. took the meds out. and then put the bag back. just as i was done, his bag fell, which was a modern messenger kind of leather briefcase. it slipped coz he had placed it on top of another small suitcase having a shiny surface. it was not held snugly. ideally he should have put it on the side. my bag was at one end. his stuff was on the other end. there was also a small painting that was dangling on top of something else in the middle. that was probably hers. i was, infact worried that i might knock that painting over. instead, that briefcase fell. I could not have stopped it even if i tried, as it happened too fast and was a bit far from me. When he put it back, he again put it back on top of the suitcase. i wanted to tell him not to do that, but got scared by the sound he made in closing it lol. Also, i didn't mention  this in the story as it was not part of the main story, but daughter was like, 'why is he so mad, you already said you didn't touch it'. and son bursts out, 'these mean britishers'! at which daughter began rofling. had to give them an evil eye to shut up. I don't think they heard us though, rather i hope so. They didn't react even if they did. 

oh… and funny. when he put the bag back, i just made a mental note to duck whenever the thing was going to open next. at the end of the flight, when he opened the bin, that painting was about to fall, on me. I ducked, but he grabbed it in time. Kids saw that and were laughing. Older said, 'now that would have been a sweet revenge'. Son was about to make yet another brit comment. Told them to shut up, which meant holding my son's arm tight and releasing it when both got the message they have to be quiet lol. 

how they looked? i purposely refrain from describing that as much as possible. 

now that you know the name… are you a member? *respect* if so.

Propagandhi711 wrote:contrary to your fevered imaginations, no one can fuck in an airline toilet. at that age (any age really) it's easier to give each other handys right at their seat under blankets.

seven wrote:

Beatrix Kiddo wrote:

seven wrote:were you trying to take the meds out while the bag was still up there? why not bring the bag down and look for stuff in it?

its ok if you can't guess how old they were but do tell us how big they were in terms of weight height. 

i didn't even know there was a word for this thing. TIL it's called mile high club.

ah, details. 

i took my bag down. took the meds out. and then put the bag back. just as i was done, his bag fell, which was a modern messenger kind of leather briefcase. it slipped coz he had placed it on top of another small suitcase having a shiny surface. it was not held snugly. ideally he should have put it on the side. my bag was at one end. his stuff was on the other end. there was also a small painting that was dangling on top of something else in the middle. that was probably hers. i was, infact worried that i might knock that painting over. instead, that briefcase fell. I could not have stopped it even if i tried, as it happened too fast and was a bit far from me. When he put it back, he again put it back on top of the suitcase. i wanted to tell him not to do that, but got scared by the sound he made in closing it lol. Also, i didn't mention  this in the story as it was not part of the main story, but daughter was like, 'why is he so mad, you already said you didn't touch it'. and son bursts out, 'these mean britishers'! at which daughter began rofling. had to give them an evil eye to shut up. I don't think they heard us though, rather i hope so. They didn't react even if they did. 

oh… and funny. when he put the bag back, i just made a mental note to duck whenever the thing was going to open next. at the end of the flight, when he opened the bin, that painting was about to fall, on me. I ducked, but he grabbed it in time. Kids saw that and were laughing. Older said, 'now that would have been a sweet revenge'. Son was about to make yet another brit comment. Told them to shut up, which meant holding my son's arm tight and releasing it when both got the message they have to be quiet lol. 

how they looked? i purposely refrain from describing that as much as possible. 

now that you know the name… are you a member? *respect* if so.

i asked so i can guess also if it was a possibility. if they were overweight, it's unlikely they went in and out together and all you saw was them walking out together. so to be sure they did the deed, i needed more details. 

why refrain?

ooh and thanks for the other details.

Propagandhi711 wrote:contrary to your fevered imaginations, no one can fuck in an airline toilet. at that age (any age really) it's easier to give each other handys right at their seat under blankets.

Merlot Daruwala wrote:

Propagandhi711 wrote:contrary to your fevered imaginations, no one can fuck in an airline toilet. at that age (any age really) it's easier to give each other handys right at their seat under blankets.

It's even easier in your case because it's just you being 'handy' with yourself. Saves so much bother!

oh? ok so i guess i can cross that off my 'fun stuff i will never get to do' list.

ashaNirasha wrote:

oh? ok so i guess i can cross that off my 'fun stuff i will never get to do' list.

It shouldn't have made the list in the first place. This, and doing it in the driver's seat of the car.

I thing doing it anywhere is more a thing of teens and twenties. I don't know if people get so uncontrollably horny in their later years.


p.s. don't know why the text is in italics and bold, can't make it go away!

ashaNirasha wrote:

oh? ok so i guess i can cross that off my 'fun stuff i will never get to do' list.

It shouldn't have made the list in the first place. This, and doing it in the driver's seat of the car.

I thing doing it anywhere is more a thing of teens and twenties. I don't know if people get so uncontrollably horny in their later years.


p.s. don't know why the text is in italics and bold, can't make it go away!