The plane soared through the sky, a mile high and in the clouds, as it traveled across the country. Inside, the passengers were settled into their seats, the engine’s hum providing soothing white noise as they watched movies or slept. But two women engaged in a different activity in the tiny galley at the back of the plane.

Sage, a middle-aged woman with short, graying hair and a kind face, was going to visit her daughter and grandchildren for the first time in years. She had always been a bit of a prude, never one to indulge in risqué behavior. But something about being on this plane, so far above the ground and the judgment of others, made her feel bold and daring.

Across from her, Rachel, a young flight attendant with long, curly hair and bright green eyes, was leaning against the counter, her body language inviting and seductive. She had always had a bit of a wild streak, and she loved the thrill of pushing boundaries and taking risks. She had set her sights on Sage as soon as she had boarded the plane, intrigued by the older woman’s quiet dignity and sense of restraint.

As they made small talk, Rachel’s hand brushed against Sage’s breasts, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She felt her face flush and quickly pulled her hand away, afraid of revealing her attraction. But Rachel had noticed, and she smiled to herself, knowing she had found a willing partner in this game of seduction.

She leaned closer to Sage, bringing her knee between the other woman’s legs. Their bodies touched as she whispered in her ear. “You know, there’s a mile-high club for people like us,” she said, her voice low and sultry.

Sage’s heart skipped a beat. She had heard of the mile-high club before but always dismissed it as a silly urban legend. She had never even considered joining it herself. But now, the idea of doing something so daring and taboo was incredibly appealing.

She looked around the galley, but it was empty. The other flight attendants were busy with the passengers, and the cockpit door was firmly closed. She knew they had a small window of opportunity and felt her inhibitions melting.

“Show me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rachel’s eyes lit up, and she took Sage’s hand, leading her to the small bathroom at the back of the galley. She locked the door behind them and then was on Sage, her lips pressed against hers in a passionate kiss. Sage moaned as Rachel’s tongue explored her mouth, and she felt herself pulled into a world of pleasure and desire that she had never known before.

Rachel’s hands were everywhere, touching and caressing Sage’s body as they stumbled towards the tiny sink. She lifted Sage’s skirt, her fingers tracing the outline of her panties as Sage gasped and moaned. She could feel herself getting wet, her body responding to Rachel’s touch in a way that she had never experienced before.

Rachel pulled Sage’s panties down, and then she was on her knees, her mouth pressed against Sage’s pussy. Sage cried out as Rachel’s tongue explored her, licking and sucking at her clit as she moaned and writhed in pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, and she knew she was completely and utterly lost under Rachel’s spell.

Rachel stood up, her body pressed against Sage’s as they kissed again. Sage could feel Rachel’s hard nipples pressing against her own, and she reached up to touch them, her fingers tracing circles around the sensitive flesh. Rachel moaned, her hips grinding against Sage’s as they explored each other’s bodies.

Sage reached down, her fingers finding Rachel’s wet pussy. She slipped a finger inside, feeling Rachel’s walls clench around her as she moaned and gasped. She added a second finger, thrusting them in and out as Rachel rode her hand, her body moving in time with Sage’s fingers.

They were both lost in pleasure, their bodies moving together as they explored each other in the small bathroom. Sage could feel herself getting close, her climax building deep inside her. She could feel Rachel’s fingers moving faster, her orgasm just out of reach.

And then, suddenly, it was there. Sage cried out, her body shaking as she came, her orgasm ripping through her like a tidal wave. Rachel followed, her climax triggered by Sage’s, her body shuddering as she came.

They stood there, panting and gasping, as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly faded away. Sage looked at Rachel, her eyes filled with desire and gratitude. She had never felt anything like this before and knew she would never forget it.

Rachel smiled, her eyes filled with a mischievous twinkle. “Welcome to the mile-high club,” she said, her voice soft and seductive.

Sage smiled back, feeling a sense of freedom and liberation she had never known. She knew she would never be the same again and was grateful for it.

They straightened their clothes and left the bathroom, their bodies still humming with pleasure. They returned to the galley, their faces flush and their hair mussed, but they didn’t care. They had joined the mile-high club and would never forget it.

The rest of the flight passed in a blur, and before Sage knew it, they were landing. She gathered her things, her mind still filled with memories of Rachel and their illicit encounter. She knew she would never forget this trip and was grateful for the experience.

As she walked off the plane, she turned to Rachel, who was standing at the door, watching her go. “Thank you,” Sage said, her voice soft and sincere.

Rachel smiled, her eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “Anytime,” she said, her voice filled with promise.

Sage walked away, her heart filled with excitement and possibility. She knew she would never be the same again and was grateful for that. She had joined the mile-high club, and she would never forget it.

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