Some people actually find sex in public and the risk of getting caught to be a turn-on. Different strokes and all that
Why not just do it in Denver?
Another pun?
This month’s COSMOPOLITAN has some stories from a flight attendant about this. IIRC, it wasn’t strictly illegal, but you may end up with a beat-down of a whole other sort.
The most important thing the article had to mention was something that we should all be aware of anyway: for the love of God, don’t use those blankets.
I was always under the impression that to really be a member of the Mile High Club, the sex had to be with someone you met on the flight. Now that would be a challenge.
I’m pretty sure those are thrown away after every flight. If not they are very well washed and pressed because they always look brand new.
What acts are acceptable for this? Oral? Hands?
I can’t imagine that given the current cost-cutting going on in airlines that they bother with this. Besides, the article states in a very plain (heh) manner that you shouldn’t use them. It’s not like COSMO is known for its sensationalism.
I’ve a friend who flew for several years as Cabin Crew who describes a couple’s frenzied (successful) 'club application.
Anyhoo, she tells us the flight was quite empty and long-haul (I believe it was Singapore to Melbourne, but it may have been elsewhere). soon after the seatbelts-off sign, there were a bunch of guys drinking up the back. A woman, who was not part of their group, joined them for chitchat and drinks.
Later when the cabin lights were turned off, the group dispersed and all moved back to their seats, but one guy joined the woman at her seat. They talked for a while and one thing led to another until they retired to the lavatory for some sport (my friend’s words, not mine).
About ten minutes later, they finished up, and She went back to her seat first, a minute or two later He sauntered down the aisle, past Her and back to His friends where there was much shoulder-punching and jocularity (ah those chaps, aren’t they a bunch? tsk tsk). Apparently SHE was crest-fallen… (cue studio audience, ‘awwww…’).
But… the nasty part of the story was when my friend was called over the intercom to go and cleanup the lavatory (Similar to LSL Guy’s story, yes, there had been the same witty banter over the intercoms between the crew- and I do believe a similarly amusing farewell and realisation ensued). Anyways, my friend opened the door expecting a bit of tissue on the floor or whatnot. What she found was an entire jar of handcream SMEARED all over the mirror. (Apparently they have handcream somewhere in the lavatory as a standard thing).
Needless to say the story is rarely told as an amusing annecdote.
So, if you’re going to join the 'club, risk of ‘beat downs’ aside, spare a thought for the crew who have to cleanup after you. After all, they’re the ones who don’t drop your bread rolls on the floor. Repeat DON’T DROP YOUR… uh… you get the idea…