Totally up to Chloe's usual [mile!] high standards of erotica.
There is the slow build up towards the inevitable. We all know that it is going to happen, except, appratently, the niaive heroine of the piece, Kelly Conway.
Kelly is flying business class for the first time in her life, having landed a plumb job in Houston. She is almost open-mouthed with wonder as a whole new world opens around her. The service is superb, and her flight gets even better when the sexy gentleman who helped her through security and the boarding gate plonks his gorgeous ass on the seat right next to Kelly.
The meal is interesting, and the flight steward is full of innuendo and thinly veiled implications.
An extremely explosive hour in one of the business class bathroom at 30,000 feet ensues. Chloe Thurlow tells it like she's actually been there and done that, but I may be wrong! Either way, I am envious, as it has been a life-long ambition of mine, since the age of fifteen, to join the MHC. One can only read and imagine!
Finally, without giving anything away, I will never look at a chocolate-coated marzipan bar in the same way for as long as I live!