Inspired by this thread about the strangest places people have had sex, I want to know if you have ever had sex in a plane while it was flying. I’ve never experienced this, and probably never will, but I’ve been fascinated by the few tails I’ve heard about it and wondered how frequently does this really happen, and with whom?
So tell tell me your airborne tales of carnal lust.
Excuse me, but your Freudian slip is showing 
I got high about a mile from here, once. Does that count?
Dude, I’m lucky to be a member of the ground level club.
Does solo membership count?
-Butler
(Spent a LOT of time traveling by myself, in commercial aircraft)
Was it in 1960? For 20 minutes? If so, it must have just been a contact high.
Hell, I can’t even keep my membership in that current! 
It’s difficult for a helicopter pilot to be in the Mile High Club. For one thing, everyone knows we get nosebleeds above 500 feet AGL!
So I was flying up the Southern California coast. Beautiful day, doors off. 400 feet below and to the right are scantily-clad grrlz on the beach. But it takes two hands and two feet to fly a helicopter; and anyway, it would have been illegal to land! I was left 400 feet in the air holding onto my cyclic stick.
Well, there was the time when my ex and I parked the truck on a scenic moutain overlook…
Yeah, yeah, I know. Doesn’t count. But that’s probably as close as I’ll ever get.
I was waiting to use the restroom on a night flight to Spain, in which the entire plane was asleep, except for the couple that opened the bathroom door and walked out, looking disheveled. I moved on to a different restroom.
Spaniards.
Only if you count elevation above sea level.
To answer the thread title - yes.
But I can’t tell the story without using the phrase “I never believed these stories were true, but…” 
Not yet.
I’ve only ever been on a plane three times in my life, and twice I was solo. I’m not really the kind of girl who will jump a stranger I meet on a plane, and even if I was, there wasn’t much that looked worth jumping.
The last flight I took was with my now husband, but he wasn’t my husband then, he was just a friend. I don’t do friends, either. However, now that we are married with a very happy sex life, we have some plans for the next time we are on a plane. So don’t come a knockin’ if… er… the… door… says occupied. That’s right.
Isn’t (almost) everybody in Denver (“The Mile High City”) a member by default?
I did, but it was sort of cheat’n to be in this mile high club.
By that I mean my GF at the time bought us two tickets on a flight that was specificaly* meant for people to join the mile high club. Even though it was on a prop plane it was still pretty cool.
I’m a flight instructor. Have been for a long time. Me and the missus spend a lot of time traveling in small planes. Since we were married for a decade before kids; Yes we’re members of that club, several times over.
I just dug out my old logbook, and the first time was in a Bonanza, on February 2, 1980 somewhere along Victor 124 (thankfully, she’s never asked what the asterisks in my logbook mean)
I’ll spare you some of the details, but essentially you just turn on the autopilot, scoot the seats back, and assure her for the umpteenth time that if anyone sees us, we’ve got bigger problems than embarrassment.
I finally got my membership card in the mail!!!
It was a late evening TWA flight from Tampa to Seattle. I just met the girl hours earlier, and by coincidence, we were leaving to Seattle on the same flight. There were maybe 10 other people on the plane – TOPS. And, they were all sleeping. The flight attendants made it difficult because they kept walking by and looking. Maybe I raised their suspicions when I asked for 5 blankets!! Hey… those things are fucking tiny and I’m a big boy. It took all 5 of them just to conceal enough area to do anything.
It was awkward and not really all that good, as far as sex goes. Nor did it last long enough for either of us to get off. But I think at that point we were pretty much doing it to “get on the list” and not much else.
BTW, I still cant figure out how people have sex in those toilets. Holy Crap!! It was hard enough (no pun intended, I swear) using all three seats in the back corner.
Nope. Has to be 5,280 feet AGL.
I had no idea the rules were so rigid. Pretty stiff requirement.
You snatched my theory right under my nose…
Oh well, who wants to be in a club anyway where you can’t smoke afterwards?
Sorry. That should have been at least 5,280 feet AGL; not necessarily 5,280 feet AGL exactly.
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