Chapter 3: Mile High Club

They were on the airplane flying home from London, over the Atlantic Ocean. Over international waters, which meant they were officially no longer in London. Which meant their rule of not doing it when not in London was officially in effect.

…. Right….?

Seated on the aisle, Monica stared straight ahead, willing herself not to look at Chandler. To do so would be too much of an indulgence, and she wasn't sure if she would be able to control herself.

It didn't take long before she felt someone's gaze on her.

I'll just chance a glance down the row at Ross, she told herself. Her brother was in the window seat. Chandler would only be in my line of vision, and I technically wouldn't be looking at him, right?

Monica looked. Her eyes met Chandler's and stayed frozen there, trapped in his adoring and hungry gaze. Monica barely spared her brother a glance out of the corner of her eye; over her secret lover's shoulder, Ross was staring out the window, oblivious to the tension and torment silently crackling between his seatmates.

Monica and Chandler gazed into each other's eyes, feeling that itch build between them. The need to scratch it. But in a place so public….. did they dare….?

Wordlessly, Monica unbuckled her seatbelt and stood, her gaze leveling Chandler pointedly, and with enough heat to ignite the jet fuel in this entire airplane.

'Left rear lavatory,' she mouthed, silently taking it as a victory when Chandler's eyes expanded as he read her lips perfectly. 'Count to fifteen – slow.'

Chandler had never agonized so much over numbers in his life – and analytics and numbers were a part of his day job. Still, he did as he asked, even as his erection started to make his pants very uncomfortable, and all the worse under his seatbelt buckle. He allowed himself one crane of the neck over his shoulder as Monica sashayed away down the aisle, casually slipping the spaghetti strap of her red patterned dress off of her own shoulder – innocuous to anyone else onboard, but a deliberate, subliminal message for him.

Five Mississippi…. Six Mississippi….

At 15 Mississippi, Chandler utilized all his willpower not to leap from his seat as if burned from it. He barely spared Ross a glance, but his best friend was still gazing sadly out the window and didn't notice him leave.

Chandler stalked down the airplane aisle. He tried not to meet Joey's eyes as he passed him a few rows back, but his roommate was too engrossed in all the buttons on his in-flight entertainment system.

Chandler arrived at the left rear lavatory with his heart pounding. The little toggle switch on the door was green, reading OPEN – a risky gamble for Monica to take, perhaps, in case someone unwelcome walked in on her. But far riskier still would it have been for her to LOCK it and force Chandler to knock and possibly alert the flight attendants.

Checking to make sure that no one was watching, Chandler slipped into the lavatory.

Monica jumped him, her mouth crashing down onto his the moment he entered, and Chandler let her parted lips swallow his groan of lust as he drew his arms around her slim waist and desperately kissed her back.

"Hmmm…. Mmmm…. This is it…." Monica hummed into Chandler's lips, and his heart constricted to hear the anguish in her voice. She quickly reached around behind him to toggle the switch to red and OCCUPIED. "Fasten Seatbelt signs will come on…. We don't have much time…."

The couple tore at each other's clothes as they embraced, making out passionately. Swallowing each other's mouths practically, Monica let her one foot dreamily pop…. only for the stiletto of her heel to accidentally flick the flush button.

Listening to the toilet flush, Chandler and Monica broke apart and shared an urgent look with each other. Crashing together, they kissed heatedly, grasping bits of clothing and tearing at it, then bunching up what either couldn't or they didn't want to be torn.

Chandler turned Monica so that she was facing the little sink, her fingers splayed and bracing the edges. Shoving the skirts of her dress up over her hips, Chandler choked at how Monica wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She must have planned for this, the dirty little minx!

He could feel Monica trembling with anticipatory delight from where his one hand now burned into her hip. With the other, shaking, Chandler managed to unzip his jeans and free his engorged and pulsating member.

He mounted her and thrust into her virgin entrance with one swift, clean, almost cruel stroke.

"Ahhhhhhh…!" Monica cried out happily, canting her bare buttocks into Chandler's hips, grinding lustily against him as he humped her. Chandler shushed her desperately, letting his palms greedily caress and cup the accentuated curve flesh of her ass as he mated with her. Fucked her for what they both knew was probably the last time.

"Uhhhh….." Monica moaned, letting her head droop limply over the sink. As he jerked into her, Chandler watched them both in the mirror. How their faces contorted with pleasure as they joined. "Mmmmhmmmmmm… Ugghhhhh… Huhhhhh… H-harder…. Faster…. Faster…." Monica panted.

Chandler grunted and bore down, jackhammering into Monica's butt cheeks, the slit there. Monica threw back her head and let out a hiss of pleasure.

"Yessssss… Come on, baby…. Come on…." she egged him on. "Fuck, baby….. Fuck me….. Oh, God, hell YES, sweetheart, just like that!" Her voice was in danger of rising to a shout, one loud enough for the whole plane to hear and know just what they were doing. Chandler appreciated how Monica seemed aware of this, even in the throes of passion, as she now attempted to modulate her voice, however fruitless. "Ch-Chandler…." she lowed, whispering. "Finish me off. I'm… I'm cumming. I'm gonna cum! I'm gonn-ahhhh… Ahhhhhhh!... AHHHHHHHH!"

Panicked, Chandler clapped a hand over her kiss-swollen mouth to silence her plaintive cries as he pumped with abandon into Monica, racing her towards the finish.

"MMMMMMM! HMMMMMMM! Mmmmmm – MMMMMMHMMMMMMMM!" Monica violently, muffledly squealed into Chandler's hand. With a growl, Chandler gave one final slam, and felt it as he emptied his seed inside of her, his cock pulsing as he pumped his juices into her ass. Almost immediately following, Monica finished writhing, twitching through her own orgasm and she slumped over the sink, completely spent.

Chandler halfway collapsed on top of his lover, watching their convulsing bodies, still joined, shake in the mirror. Sweaty and exhausted, he finally found the werewithall to pull out like a gentleman. God, it was a wonder no one had heard that and done something like burst into applause. Was it too much to hope for that perhaps the roar of the jet engines had concealed the sound of his and Monica's lovemaking?

Maybe not, for the loud bang on the door to the lavatory made the copulating lovers both jump.

THWAP! THWAP! "Monica!" THWAP! THWAP! "Monica!" THWAP! THWAP! "Monica!" THWAP! THWAP! "Monica!"…..

Chandler and Monica shared a panicked look. "Joey…." Monica barely whispered. Eyes bugging out like a deer caught in headlights, Chandler started to flap his arms through wild gesticulations. Monica lifted a hand to her lips, motioning for Chandler to step back and squeeze into the back corner of the lavatory. Slowly, Monica turned and opened the door slightly ajar.

"Yes…..?"

"Oh, good! Ross sent me here to check on you anyway when you didn't come back for awhile. Just as well…." Joey was now holding his crotch and dancing about like a little kid. "I gotta go!..."

Monica glanced back once at Chandler over her shoulder. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry, but can you hold it for a little while longer? I'm almost done freshening up in here…." A flash of inspiration struck her. "Try the other one behind you!"

"It's locked!" Joey whined. "I think Chandler might be in there!"

"Chandler isn't in here!" Monica squeaked, too quickly. At Joey's flummoxed look, she swallowed. "You…. you meant in the one over there…." she mumbled. Blinking, she played dumb. "Wait, how do you know Chandler's….. isn't he in his seat….?"

"I didn't see him when Ross came out of his row," Joey explained.

Monica laughed tightly. "He's probably laying a cable in there then…." Behind her, she felt the air currents move through Chandler's silent flaps of indignation. "Give him a minute, and he should be right out over there!" She slammed the door and LOCKED it before Joey could protest.

"I got him to think you're in the lavatory!" she hissed to Chandler.

"How is that going to help?!" Chandler bawled.

"It's marked OCCUPIED, isn't it?" It was; she had checked over Joey's shoulder.

"And what's gonna happen when someone who's not me comes out?" Chandler squeaked.

Monica bit her lip. Slowly, she opened the lavatory door just a crack. Joey's back was to them both, facing the other lavatory while he was chatting up a flight attendant just emerging from the galley.

"How you doing….?"

Monica seized her chance. Glancing back to Chandler, she stole a kiss across his lips. "Count to fifteen again," she mumbled against his mouth. "Check if coast is clear and then sneak out!" Stealing out of the lavatory, she danced behind Joey and up the aisle while his back as turn, distracted by the flight attendant.

Chandler waited, skin clammy, heart in his mouth. Opening up the door just a crack, he watched as the flight attendant Joey was chatting up invited him back behind the curtain leading into the galley.

He breathed a sigh of relief at how receptive flirtations and the promise of food could make Joey forget about even the call of nature. Seizing his chance, Chandler slipped from the lavatory, and flicked the toggle switch to green and OPEN. He only allowed himself one moment to sneer at the red and OCCUPIED sign on the lavatory opposite before dashing up the aisle to join Monica in their row.

The pair of lovers shared wide-eyed looks with each other. Chandler leaned in and only needed to whisper the words, 'Joey,' 'flight attendant' and 'galley' for Monica to slump in relief.

"That was close…." she breathed.

Chandler nodded in grim agreement. Too close….