God, I’m forty and I still blush, I just hate that. But there was no stopping me. I was a woman with a goal and my goal was to get him. “So, Jam...s,” I said reading his name tag, “I’ve been wondering the whole flight about something.” “What would that be?” “If any of you guys manage to enter the High Mile Club, while at work.” The question was made and his deep throaty laugh just pitched my arousal to the roof. “Oh, yes, I could say we all do, it’s kind of a tradition.” He answered while. It's also a time of remembering the loved ones in your life. My name is Hank Adams and Valentine's day has been my favorite day of the year for as long as I can remember.I remember way back when I was just a kid, maybe kindergarten through the sixth grade. We would all take a tissue box or a large shoe box and in art class we would decorate it all up. All the kids in the class would give every other kid a card that would say, 'Be my Valentine' or 'Be mine.' For the guys it might say 'Friends. But, she had another idea."I want to fuck you," she said with authority. She pulled me into thepillows, undid my fasteners on the front of my tight fitting corset,unhooked my bra closure in the front and ran her hands over the breastforms now attached to my chest. As she kissed my stomach she pulled downmy skirt and removed my hardness from its fluffy sleeve. She thrust me into her, riding up and down furiously. She grasped a handaround a cheek of my ass and squeezed, while the other held her. "Not even once," Ann chided."I would have to be really drunk," Joan chuckled.Ann didn't care who might see. She kissed Joan on the lips. Withoutthinking, Joan kissed Ann back. "Let's get back to the ship."Ann and Joan got ready for the formal dinner. Joan needed help with herhair, make-up, and even how to put the dress on. "Is all this reallynecessary?" Joan asked."Yes," Ann told her for the hundredth time.Ann gave Joan a look over and then grabbed her purse. The room keys hadsomehow.