The Mile High Club

“Okay then, why not” I murmured, cheekily. I had never before experienced such a thing, particularly as I am, by trade, one of the many London incalls who happens to supply gentlemen with excellent company in our capital city these days. Yes, most of, if not all my dates usually occur in my central London home and this works wonders for me, but occasionally, an offer comes along which is just too tempting to ignore.Safe to say that as Phil hung up the phone after having made the plans and whetted my appetite some, I got dressed as quickly as I possibly could. I wasn’t lying either when I said that this was a totally new experience for me. After all, how many of us can safely say with confidence that they have dated someone who owns their own private jet?

Well, up until that afternoon, I didn’t think that I fell into this category either, but how quickly things can change. I met him at the airstrip and before I knew it, I was being whisked away into the skies for an afternoon of exciting, exotic fun. You may be familiar with the phrase, the mile high club right? Well, I am yet to become a member but my god, it was a tough challenge to avoid joining this impressive and rather exclusive club that afternoon. See Phil is also a rather attractive chap and seeing him share piloting duties with another friend of his was certainly erotic. I couldn’t help but be charmed by his skills and yet, with his co-pilot present it was never going to get too heated. But regardless, I now know for sure that pilots are, essentially a total turn on for me. Just saying!

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