“Ha, ha. You are paying for this.”

Her grin drops into a frown. “All right, we’ll go back. You lasted all of twenty minutes. I just need to use the bathroom before we head back.”

I’m about to tell her that she’s better off holding it and using the bathroom in the suites when I decide to follow her instead. The lavatory is located next to where the drinks and snacks are stored and where the attendants sit, but the attendants are still distributing beverages to the folks sitting in the front rows.

“Hey!” Bridget exclaims when I grab the door to keep it from closing behind her. “What are you doing?”

“Getting the full coach experience,” I reply wryly. I can barely close the door with the two of us inside.

“You’re not—”

“Your idea to come down to coach.”

I check that the lid is down on the toilet before turning her around to face the wall. I wrap an arm around her and kiss her neck.

“What if there’s a line of people needing to use the bathroom?” she asks with alarm.

“There’s more than one lavatory in coach, right?”

“What if they hear…stuff?”

“I can be quiet,” I say before lightly sucking on her neck.

I put my other hand at her crotch and start to rub.

“I do not need to join the Mile High Club,” she protests, but I heard the telltale hitch in her breath.

“Too bad. It can be fun.”

I rub her harder through her leggings. She whimpers. I lower myself to press my hard-on against her ass.

“This might top my list of worst places to have sex,” she hisses.

“We’ll make it a quickie then. Get it over with faster.”

I turn her head so that I can access her mouth. I notice she kisses back. My hand goes back to caressing between her legs. After I’ve worked her up through her clothes, I pull her leggings and panties down past her ass. I then take my cock out and rub the tip along her folds. She braces her arms against the walls of the lavatory.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she murmurs.

“Shhh,” I return and press my cock into her wet heat.

She groans. I bury myself as far as I can and start a gentle bucking, watching as my cock disappears and reappears beneath her ass. She gasps loudly when I thrust too hard. I clap my hand over her mouth. Gradually, I build up speed. I try to keep my pelvis from slapping into her ass to minimize the noise. The angle of penetration seems to work for her. She grunts in earnest. Her body strains toward her climax.

“You realize you’ve got to be super naughty to let a guy fuck you in an airplane,” I growl as I quicken my pumping.

I can see her eyes widen in the mirror.

“Such fucking naughty pussy,” I grunt as I send her over the edge.