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Chapter 1: The Airport Meeting:
It was late and my flight from Dubai to London had been cancelled and I had a 3 hour wait until the next flight. I was in the club lounge trying to get over the fact that I had been bumped from business class to economy because those were the only seats available on the next flight. I got a drink from the self service bar and found a corner to sit and try and relax. I am in my late 50s and in pretty good shape, but the last thing I wanted was to get into a drinking match with a group of young (late 20s/early 30s) guys who were obviously on their way back to the States after a conference in Dubai.
I was half way through my glass of red wine when I noticed a guy standing in front of me. I looked up, and saw this really nice looking guy in his early 30s looking at me and pointing to the lounge chair beside me, asking if it was free. The place was fairly crowded and I had put my backpack on the seat hoping to keep the corner to myself, but I couldnt refuse this guy, he had a sort of sad, exhausted expression on his face. I moved my stuff and he collapsed into the chair. He leaned forward and introduced himself as Paul. He was not with the conference crowd, but in Dubai on business and trying to get back to Australia. It was 11pm at night and he had been up since 5am and was exhausted. I introduced myself and we engaged in some small talk for a few minutes. I stood and said I was I was going for another wine, did he want one. He said sure, so I soon returned with two full glasses. Because of the noise in the club, we had to lean forward to hear each other. Every so often our legs would touch as we chatted and moved in our chairs. At first we each pulled away and acted as if nothing had happended. Paul was married to a woman and had 1 young kid, but as we chatted he told me how unhappy he was. A combination of his tiredness and the wine put him in the "Confess my life story" mode. His parents were very religious and he was brought up in a conservative strict environment. He worked hard at everything and was the youngest executive in the company. He married young (25), and was a father at 28. He was now 32, and at the stage of life where he knew he should be happy, but he wasn't. Each time he got close to opening up and indicating why he was so unhappy he would stop and look down then look at me with those sad puppy eyes.
We finished the wine and Paul went and got two more glasses of wine. He sat down and this time when his leg touched mine he didn't pull away. I looked into his sad eyes and put my hand on his knee and told that I understood there was obviously things in his life that he was dealing with and I was there to be sounding board if he wanted, or we coud just sit quietly. He sighed and looked into my eyes. You could feel the pain behind those eyes but felt powerless to help. Paul leant forward and the pressure of his leg against mine was sending electric shocks through my body. I felt guilty having sexual stirrings at this moment, given Pauls state of mind, so just sat there waiting for Paul to say something. Paul finally
leant forward and was about to say something, but was drowned out by the public address system which announced our flight was ready for boarding. We finished our drinks, gathered our things and headed to the gate. Because of our status we were able to board with the business class passngers even though we were bot relegated back to economy. As fortune would have it, Pau and I were seated next to each otther. The plane was a 2, 3, 2 configuration so Paul took the window and I had the aisle. I could see Paul was zoned out as he sat there with occassional nodding off. Eventually his head slumped and was asleep. As he relaxed his head slumped against my shoulder. I lifted the arm rest that separated our seats so Paul would be more comfortable. As he relaxed more he snuggled into me more. As turned on as I was getting I kept telling myself that this as just a fellow travller overcome with tiredness and sleeping. We were about 10 minutes away from push back and Paul was in a deep sleep. I felt for him, I wanted him. I got one of the blankets and covered him (and half of me with it so he could sleep in comfort. The more he relaxed the more he snuggled into me. His hand swung across his body and handed on my thigh. I adjusted the blanket so his arm, body, legs and most of me were covered. He wriggled into my chest more and I put my arm around his shoulder to support him (can cuddle him) on thje pretext of saving hime from waking up with a kinked neck. I couldn't help myself, I drew him in closer to me. I suddenly froze as his arm shifted and moved up my leg to my thigh. I could feel myself getting hard. His hand kept moving up and thne rested on my rock hard cock. I tried to tell myself that this was jus a coincidence and meant nothing but then I looked down and saw his gorgeous bluse eyes looking up at me. As he gently caressed my cock he stretched up and kissed me. First just a peck, then a full open mouth tongue kiss. My breathing was fast and told Paul all he needed to know. He gripped my erection as if there waqs no tomorrow and my arm that was around his neck drew him closer as I ran my fingers through his hair. I reached across and felt his rock hard cock. the noise of our moaining and heavy breathing was drowned out by the roar of the engines as we took off. We had finally left Dubai and were on our way to London. As the plane climbed so did the intensity of our feelings for each other and the urgency we started to unzip our trousers. ............
(to be continued)
It was late and my flight from Dubai to London had been cancelled and I had a 3 hour wait until the next flight. I was in the club lounge trying to get over the fact that I had been bumped from business class to economy because those were the only seats available on the next flight. I got a drink from the self service bar and found a corner to sit and try and relax. I am in my late 50s and in pretty good shape, but the last thing I wanted was to get into a drinking match with a group of young (late 20s/early 30s) guys who were obviously on their way back to the States after a conference in Dubai.
I was half way through my glass of red wine when I noticed a guy standing in front of me. I looked up, and saw this really nice looking guy in his early 30s looking at me and pointing to the lounge chair beside me, asking if it was free. The place was fairly crowded and I had put my backpack on the seat hoping to keep the corner to myself, but I couldnt refuse this guy, he had a sort of sad, exhausted expression on his face. I moved my stuff and he collapsed into the chair. He leaned forward and introduced himself as Paul. He was not with the conference crowd, but in Dubai on business and trying to get back to Australia. It was 11pm at night and he had been up since 5am and was exhausted. I introduced myself and we engaged in some small talk for a few minutes. I stood and said I was I was going for another wine, did he want one. He said sure, so I soon returned with two full glasses. Because of the noise in the club, we had to lean forward to hear each other. Every so often our legs would touch as we chatted and moved in our chairs. At first we each pulled away and acted as if nothing had happended. Paul was married to a woman and had 1 young kid, but as we chatted he told me how unhappy he was. A combination of his tiredness and the wine put him in the "Confess my life story" mode. His parents were very religious and he was brought up in a conservative strict environment. He worked hard at everything and was the youngest executive in the company. He married young (25), and was a father at 28. He was now 32, and at the stage of life where he knew he should be happy, but he wasn't. Each time he got close to opening up and indicating why he was so unhappy he would stop and look down then look at me with those sad puppy eyes.
We finished the wine and Paul went and got two more glasses of wine. He sat down and this time when his leg touched mine he didn't pull away. I looked into his sad eyes and put my hand on his knee and told that I understood there was obviously things in his life that he was dealing with and I was there to be sounding board if he wanted, or we coud just sit quietly. He sighed and looked into my eyes. You could feel the pain behind those eyes but felt powerless to help. Paul leant forward and the pressure of his leg against mine was sending electric shocks through my body. I felt guilty having sexual stirrings at this moment, given Pauls state of mind, so just sat there waiting for Paul to say something. Paul finally
leant forward and was about to say something, but was drowned out by the public address system which announced our flight was ready for boarding. We finished our drinks, gathered our things and headed to the gate. Because of our status we were able to board with the business class passngers even though we were bot relegated back to economy. As fortune would have it, Pau and I were seated next to each otther. The plane was a 2, 3, 2 configuration so Paul took the window and I had the aisle. I could see Paul was zoned out as he sat there with occassional nodding off. Eventually his head slumped and was asleep. As he relaxed his head slumped against my shoulder. I lifted the arm rest that separated our seats so Paul would be more comfortable. As he relaxed more he snuggled into me more. As turned on as I was getting I kept telling myself that this as just a fellow travller overcome with tiredness and sleeping. We were about 10 minutes away from push back and Paul was in a deep sleep. I felt for him, I wanted him. I got one of the blankets and covered him (and half of me with it so he could sleep in comfort. The more he relaxed the more he snuggled into me. His hand swung across his body and handed on my thigh. I adjusted the blanket so his arm, body, legs and most of me were covered. He wriggled into my chest more and I put my arm around his shoulder to support him (can cuddle him) on thje pretext of saving hime from waking up with a kinked neck. I couldn't help myself, I drew him in closer to me. I suddenly froze as his arm shifted and moved up my leg to my thigh. I could feel myself getting hard. His hand kept moving up and thne rested on my rock hard cock. I tried to tell myself that this was jus a coincidence and meant nothing but then I looked down and saw his gorgeous bluse eyes looking up at me. As he gently caressed my cock he stretched up and kissed me. First just a peck, then a full open mouth tongue kiss. My breathing was fast and told Paul all he needed to know. He gripped my erection as if there waqs no tomorrow and my arm that was around his neck drew him closer as I ran my fingers through his hair. I reached across and felt his rock hard cock. the noise of our moaining and heavy breathing was drowned out by the roar of the engines as we took off. We had finally left Dubai and were on our way to London. As the plane climbed so did the intensity of our feelings for each other and the urgency we started to unzip our trousers. ............
(to be continued)