This weeks erotic audio story for women shows that having a hot girl summer in Florence actually gets better on the trip back. Imagine being lucky enough to sit beside a sex stranger only to have him finger you and bring you to the back of the plane for more fun.

All of this season’s episodes are based on stories from the official Mile High Club. This week’s story can be found here: Can’t Pretend to Sleep

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Based on the MHC story: “Can’t Pretend to Sleep”

Florence, Italy >>> London, UK

I always felt free and exhilarated going to a new country. The anticipation a few weeks or days before, being at the airport and then leaving the ground on a plane were some of the best feelings in the world. In fact, I had barely slept before my trip to Italy with Mia. Her family had just acquired a summer house outside of Florence and she had invited me on the trip for the week her parents were back in London. 

I hadn’t left the UK for a while and honestly the week we spent there was bliss! We ate delicious gelato everyday, and even visited what was known as the best gelateria in the world. We ate our way through plates of pasta and took a fun cooking class where we learned how to make regional dishes from scratch while incessantly flirting with the hot Americans beside us. We went on a Tuscan wine tour where we made our way around the countryside, tasted some of the best wine, cheese, meat, and truffles the region had to offer.  

We had even been invited on a night out in Florence with two of our tour guides and may have even had some hot Italian hookups. I literally could have not asked for anything better. My skin was bronzed from the hot sun and I was genuinely happy and feeling accomplished. Little did I know the holiday was to continue on the plane ride back. 

I sat sadly at the airport, going home did not hold the same excitement as flying here had. I ordered a cappuccino and coronetto, a combination we had eaten everyday since being in Italy, and looked depressedly out the window onto the tarmac. Hopefully I'll be back soon, I thought to myself.

Mia and I were both a bit down so we stayed to ourselves and read our books whilst awaiting our flight to be called. Our seats were down the plane from one another which wasn’t really a bad thing. As much as I loved her as my best friend we had spent basically every day together for the past week. 

I was a bit disappointed I wasn’t in the window seat, to enjoy a last glimpse of Italy before I left. But just as I looked back I saw a man in the aisle waiting to be let into said set. I barely looked at him and stood up, he grazed my body with his and I finally took a look at him as we sat down. And wow, he was gorgeous. He had brown skin, thick short black hair and a jawline to rule any other jaw line. 

I literally had to think about keeping my mouth shut so that it didn’t gape open. I quickly turned my eyes away from him and back to my book. But the man wanted to make casual small talk, and I could tell he had an Italian accent. He asked me how I enjoyed my holiday to his country and I made a slight joke of how I enjoyed eyeing up all the hot Italian men, and to my relief he laughed. 

We continued to flirt until the air hostesses came around for lunch. I was thoroughly enjoying his company, so much that I asked for a red wine with my food and he did the same. It was almost like I was back in Italy, enjoying aperitivo but this time with a gorgeous man. But boy did the wine and food put me to sleep. 

Before I knew it, I was passed out cold, apparently against the man’s shoulder. I hadn’t realised until I felt the breath of his whisper against my ear. He was telling me how beautiful I looked while I slept. I froze and felt his body leaning in towards mine and I mumbled that I thought he wasn’t too bad either. Then, I felt his arm go around my shoulder and pull me in closer. I relaxed my body into his, it was both solid and warm. I nuzzled further into his shoulder but kept my eyes shut, I was enjoying this moment of sexy calm. 

He leant in again, asking me if I was okay with him touching me. I lazily answered yes and with that the started to graze the bottom of my neck, where it met my scoop neck jumper. His touch was light but erotic. He very slowly ran his hand down over the front of my body until he found my perfectly erect nipples, which were hard with a combination of the cool air conditioning that ran through the plane and how turned on I was. Plus, I hadn’t worn a bra that day. I thanked myself for making such a great decision. 

I layed there enjoying him taking control over my body, still with my eyes shut, taking in every bit of pleasure I felt from him touching me. His hand cupped my boob and his breath hitched. I knew he was getting excited. 

I tried to stay and still and as quiet as I could as he started to pluck at my nipple, squeezing it rhythmically. But I couldn’t help but let out a small moan, it felt so fucking good, this Italian god caressing my breasts, wanting me more and more. I could feel the desire emanating off both of us, a force to be reckoned with. The naughtiness of it was making me wet with excitement.  

I froze slightly as another moan escaped my lips. I let my hand rub against his erection and whispered to him not to stop. I moved my hand over the hard bulge in his pants, teasing him. I could feel him inconspicuously moving it into my touch, wanting more. 

We fondled each other for another ten minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore, I got up and straightened myself out and told him that I needed to use the toilet...hoping he would follow me. 

After I got in there I looked at myself in the mirror, I was flustered. I splashed some water onto my face and waited for a minute, hoping the hot Italian would be on my heels. But after a moment or two, nothing. I signed, I guess it was too good to be true. 

But just as I was about to leave I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and, to my relief, he walked in. He had so much lust in his eyes as he looked at me. He locked the door behind him before turning to me.

Everything happened so fast. He ripped my jumper over my head and I quickly undid his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. I don’t think he was expecting me to give him head but I did anyway, I always loved that feeling of hearing a guy moan because of me. 

His deep growls sent me over the edge as I sat on top of the shut toilet and placed his hard cock in my mouth. I sucked it with vigor, placing it down the back of my throat and looking up at him. He grabbed the back of my head and controlled the motion. I had always liked it a bit rough. 

He continued to face fuck me as he pulled head away from  his cock, and then onto his throbbing dick. I tried to keep the sounds of my sucking intently to a minimum but it was hard, I wanted him to cum in my mouth so badly.

I didn’t even get to finish him off before he pulled me away, but I could feel he was close and had tasted his pre-cum already. He swiftly pulled me to my feet and expertly put a condom on his rigid member. He grabbed the side of my face and hair with his hands, pulling me in for a deep kiss, noticing his enlarged dick against my stomach. He pushed me into the wall, unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down with my panties and gave me a look. I told him that yes I wanted it, I needed it. 

And then he entered me, filling me up so wholly I almost let out a cry. He noticed this and moved his hand to cover my mouth and fucked me wildly against the wall.  I had never done anything like this before, and this thought paired with his roughness turned me on. I could feel the intensity in both of us. His thrusts were getting deeper and my moans into his hand louder. 

His cock moved in and out of me and my wetness was too much. We locked eyes and I knew he was going to cum. As he came he thrust deep inside me and pushed me harder into the wall, grappling with my neck and letting out a gasp into my dark hair. He then looked up at me, bent down and smiled, putting my underwear into his pocket. He organised himself, brushed his hair back with his fingers while I  pulled up my jeans, my juices dripping into them. 

As we inconspicuously  walked down the aisle to our seats I saw my best friend walking towards the direction of the bathroom, she stopped and gave me a puzzled look before a full grown grin spread across her face.