“Well, it looks as if we’re stuck with each other for now,’ he commented,
glancing quickly round at me. “I’m used to being on my own — I don’t know
why they’ve sent you on this trip. Just don’t expect me to talk much, OK?’ A
sudden grin lit up his features as he changed gear down the motorway slip
road. “Ah, well, it could have been worse, I suppose. They might have sent
Jack out with me.’
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.
Lars was slim and blond, about 25 I guessed, (rightly as it turned
out), and clearly well endowed in all the important places. He had re-
markably light blue eyes and was obviously in some form of business,
as he had a small patent leather brief case and when he took his coat
off he was smartly dressed in a cotton shirt and white jeans – which
showed his firm, well-shaped figure to good effect. I found out later
that he was Swedish, a junior salesman for an internationally known
cosmetics company, who at short notice had been given a lucky break to
substitute for his boss on a business trip to the USA. His firm but-
tocks thrust out firmly through his thin white denim jeans as he
arched his back to remove his coat and hand it to the stewardess. The
jeans were very tight and showed his well shaped legs to advantage.
But he also radiated something sensual which aroused the first slight
stirrings in my crotch. I realised I was feeling quite horny and in
the mood for conquest, but not in my wildest dreams did I guess what
delights were to follow!