He looked nervous and fidgeted when he sat down; he very readily
started chatting. I needn’t bore you with the contents of our chat,
except that I soon persuaded him to move next to me from his aisle
seat, so we could talk easier. He was obviously a bit scared of fly-
ing. It transpired this was only his second long distance flight. Soon
after take-off we hit some unusually bumpy weather; the seat belt
signs came on and Lars wrung his hands and looked scared. Naturally I
put my arm on his thigh to comfort his and he leant his soft, perfumed
blond hair against my shoulder and visibly relaxed. The 747 flew out
of the turbulence but I was glad to find he showed no sign of wanting
me to take my hand away. The meal on a tray came and went and I felt
really strong stirrings in my pants when he snuggled back against me,
until recently a complete stranger. The stewardess brought the drinks
trolley and I persuaded Lars to have a double gin with a bit of tonic
which visibly relaxed him some more.