He snuggled closer and reminded me of a purring cat. British Air-
ways, ever cooperative, chose that moment to dim the lights and to
start the in flight movie. I started taking a few liberties with where
I moved my hands, aided by the semi-darkness, but half expecting to be
rebuffed as, after all, I was fondling a fella who until a few minutes
earlier had been a total stranger – this was too good to be true! But
I could not help noticing signs that my efforts were stirring up his
hormones; his face looked flushed, his eyes were soft and his pupils
large. My left hand closed over his left thigh. He made no effort to
discourage me, so I gradually eased my hand into a position where I
could massage the slight mound of his crutch straining through the ma-
terial of his jeans. By now, I felt rampant; my trousers bulged as if
they would burst and I began to wonder if we could satisfy our wildly
growing passions.
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