It has been five wonderful years since the night Courtney showed up at my door, tired and in need of a shower. Many beautiful things have occured including the two of us expressing our love for each other and, of course, Courtney deciding to give me her most prized possession; her virginity. We have grown closer than I could have ever imagined and I love her more each and every day. She loves me like no other before and I can not think of a better choice for a life mate even though she is some thirty years my junior.

Courtney, now twenty-one, is in her third year of college studying to be a Social Worker. She is showing remarkable talent in the field most likely because of her own experiences in the ‘system’. I have to believe that after what Courtney went through, she will fight to do all she can to insure that what she endured will NEVER happen to a child assigned to her.

Courtney aced her GED exam just one day after her eighteenth birthday and we were married in a small, private ceremony just a week later. With me tied to the restaurant and Courtney getting ready to start college, there was no time for a honeymoon. Money was going to be tight but we would manage. Our big break came in the middle of Courtney’s sophomore year when we learned that because of her stellar marks in every subject she would receive a scholarship for her final two years. At around the same time, the owner of the restaurant decided it was time to head for Arizona with his wealth and he offered the restaurant to me at a great price. Courtney and I talked with our bank, got a business loan at a good rate and bought the place. Soon, we had money rolling in.

With the fact that we would now be able to save a good chunk of change, we decided it was time to plan for our long overdue honeymoon. I finally had a trusted manager at the restaurant and felt as though I could schedule myself for some vacation time. We kicked around several destinations, but decided on a remote island in the Caribbean largely due to the fact that this particular island featured several ‘clothing optional’ beaches. I have never been what one might call modest, even to the point of ‘streaking’ in high school, but Courtney had never let anyone see her naked before our first night together. I must REALLY be a bad influence on her for her now to desire to run around nude on a beach full of strangers. Oh well, perhaps I was simply responsible for making her see just how beautiful she was on the outside as well as in. (Please remember that when we first met, Courtney was a bit chunky, but not fat. Now, however, she is trim and even more gorgeous than she was when I first saw her. Proper diet, exercise and our marathon sexual activities have melted the few extra pounds off of her.)

On the morning of our flight we busied ourselves with a light breakfast and the last of our packing. Neither of us was taking a lot of luggage since it was a tropical location and few clothes were actually needed. We each took some dressier outfits to wear on our evenings out, but neither of us took much in the line of beachware or casual attire since we both planned to relax and play nude on the sand and in the surf. We did take clothing suitable for the golf course as we both loved to play and the brochure showed a great course. We gathered our bags and clubs and headed out to where our cab was waiting. The driver was most polite and loaded our things into the trunk (he got a very good tip when he dropped us at the airport just south of Cincinnati).

The flight was scheduled to take around three and a half hours landing at around two in the afternoon. Courtney had never flown before and she was so excited to stare out the window oooohing and aaaaaahing at each new sight from six miles up. Of course, being my naughty self, I had some plans of my own to make the flight more interesting. Lunch was served shortly after twelve and we had eaten in near silence. When we had both finished I turned to Courtney and asked.”hey Baby, would you like to join the ‘Mile High’ club?” “The what?” she responded. “The ‘Mile High’ club” I replied. “It’s an exclusive club that you can only join while in flight”. “And just what does that mean?” she said. The smile on my lips must have given her the answer. She smiled back at me in that sexy way of hers, “OK”, Courtney said. “I’m game”. I told her to go back to the lavatory and I would join her in thirty seconds. She did as I asked and in less than a minute we were alone in the small lavatory.

Now one of the tricks of the ‘Mile High’ club is to be quick and discreet. After locking the door, I turned to Courtney, kissed her lovingly while pulling up the hem of her sundress and finding the slim straps of her thong. I broke off our kiss, knelt and quickly slid her thong down her lovely legs and off her sandal clad feet. Standing once again I grabbed Courtney around her waist and lifted her onto the small counter next to the sink. She was catching on quickly and pulled her dress up above her waist and spread her legs wide. I reach between them and found her soaked and ready. The act of pulling her thong off had given me a wicked boner and I was ready for her as well.

Wasting no time, I janked my shorts and briefs down around my knees and moved between Courtney’s lovely thighs. She reached down, took hold of my cock and guided me into her beautiful folds then deep inside her sweet, wet pussy. I felt that soft, velvet vise of hers close around my entire length as I slid easily into her.