Hey everyone! Here's another installment of Flash Fiction Friday. The prompt was from the Changeling Press Reader's Group: You just got caught joining (or trying to join) the mile high club.
I'd love to hear what you think!
Joining the Mile High Club
Slipping into the airplane’s bathroom, I couldn’t stop thinking about the hunky flight attendant. My body trembled as I thought of what he might be like in bed. I slid my skirt up to touch myself, hooking my fingers inside my panties.
Did this count for joining the Mile High Club? She huffed. Maybe for the lonely loser’s club.
The door flew open, and I tried to catch it. My foot slipped, and I fell into a muscular chest. My gaze slid up to see the hunky flight attendant’s face.
“Need help?” His lips twitched in a grin.
Was he asking what I hoped he was asking? I nodded.
“I’ll be back in five minutes. Lock the door, so no one else crashes the party.” He slid his hand to my backside and squeezed. “Nice ass. I look forward to initiating you into the Mile High Club.”
My eyes widened.
Howdy. No. I’m not dead.
1 week ago