Hey, this is a fun site, though I suspect most of the posts here are made up. This one ISN'T! I am a commercial hot-air balloon pilot. Most of the time I fly 375,000 cubic-foot balloons, carrying up to 16 passengers for an hour's fun flight. Last summer though, I got a call to do a flight in a much smaller (90,000 cu.ft.) balloon with just two passengers. We met the passengers a couple of hours before sunset. They were a young couple - he had bought the flight as a birthday present to her. It was a bit windy, and I decided to wait half an hour for the weather to calm down. Redoubling my pre-flight checks, I was also noticing how cute the girl was ... The most beautiful petite figure, with long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. I also noticed how her boyfriend seemed nervous. Finally, I let another met balloon go, and it climbed steadily and stably into the sky. I judged it was safe to go, and started the fan. Within five minutes, the balloon stood up, and I invited my passengers to join me in the basket. The girl leapt in athletically, but her boyfriend hesitated. He was sweating. The balloon was bouncing around quite a bit, being light, and the conditions still a bit breezy. Finally, the guy said he was too scared of heights ... "you go and have fun!" he said to the girl... Having obtained her confirmation this was ok, I pulled the quick-release, and we climbed out at 1500 ft/minute into the sunset. I levelled out at 5000 ft, and began to enjoy the flight... The orange sun shone in the girls hair, and she looked ever more beautiful. I pointed out some of the landmarks, and explained how the balloon flew. "how high are we now?" she asked. 5100 feet. "how high is a mile?" she asked. About another 500 feet. "can we go there?" something told me I knew what she had in mind, and opened up the burner for a few seconds ... The altimeter climbed ... 5700 feet. "ok," I said, "we're just over a mile high." Without saying anything, she unzipped my trousers, and pulled me out, then crouched down and began to suck me off... I was thinking, must concentrate on flying... But then I looked round - there was no traffic anywhere in sight, and we were 2000 feet above the highest mountain in the UK.... I pulled her to her feet, undid her jeans and slid them down.... She reached up, gripped two of the burner supports, and hoisted herself on the top of one of the 40litre fuel tanks ... Perfectly positioned for me to slide my cock into her cute shaved pussy.... For the next 20 minutes, we fucked every which way, with me every now and then checking our flight progress ... Finally I knew I wanted to cum, turned her round and took her from behind ... My cock went as deep as it could into her vagina; she groaned as she felt it throbbing as my spunk welled up and spurted into her.... The next twenty minutes was a gentle descent into a field behind a farmhouse I knew where the landowner was friendly. The ground crew was already there as we landed, together with the flight-afraid boyfriend. He had a pleased look of relief on his face as we touched down gently. Guess he had no idea what we had been doing a mile high back there!