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!