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Grounded Mile High Club I had been travelling quite a bit for work, most often to the same destination. Many of the employees of the car rental and airline became good acquaintances - except for this one incredible looking gate agent. Nice, but always professionally distant. He was the type of guy that when you see him, you get that feeling in the pit of your stomach - very few guys do that to me. I had seen him so often, I even saw him on the local news being interviewed about some travel related story. He was constantly on my mind. Everytime I saw him, I felt such desire. My gaydar told me he was in the "man-business." He had brown hair with blonde highlights, carribean blue eyes, appeared to have a killer body, and his face was beautiful. At the risk of this cliche' his smile made my heart pound. This crippling infatuation went on for well over two months with him never seeming to notice me. I figured he got hit on often, so I wasn't going there without some type of vibe. One night I was headed home; last flight of the night and I had about 45 minutes. I went into the bathroom to wash up and as soon as I got in, I noticed from the corner of my eye some "rapid movement" through the separation of the door of a stall to the left. I quickly recognized the "rapid movement" and was able to see that the guy in the stall kept going as I stole a peek through the crack. I almost freaked when I saw it was him. He was still in his uniform and was the hottest thing I had ever seen - with his pants down and him in his tight airline uniform shirt, whacking off. He reached forward and opened the stall door. I could not believe this was happening. Things like this don't happen to me. My libido killed my denial and I stepped into the stall. I noticed that the airport was almost empty so I wasn't too worried about someone coming in. Not right away anyway. I instinctively went down on him. He moaned almost immeadiatley and I was getting so turned on that I would have shot off in my pants if he didn't reciprocate. Here I was blowing the man I couldn't get out of my head for weeks. Being a "chest-man" I had to see his pecs. I opened his shirt and saw he had a t-shirt on too. I felt him up through his T, and then lifted it to his neck. Just as I thought, perfectly toned, moderately hairy with that soft, fine, straight chest hair blondes have. He seemed to be into it as much as I was, since his hands were down my shirt too. Just then the bathroom door opened. I quickly sat on his lap and he kicked his feet up, praying this guy would go right, to the urninals, not towards us in the stalls. My prayer was answered. My airline hunk said this was a bad idea since he could get fired for this and I almost deflated. He told me he was on his 1/2 hour break and we could go to the break room since he was the only one of two gate agents working, and she was at the gate. He went first, entered the combination and then left the door opened a bit. I knew for sure I was going to get caught,who knew what kind of trouble I could get in, trespassing in an airport. But fuck it I thought, I wasn't letting him go without either one of us "reaching our goal " and it wouldn't take long for me, that was certain. He met me on the stairs and we went down to the break room. I saw the most beautiful sofa I had ever seen, with the most beautiful foam hanging out of one of the most beautiful cushions ever. We started by making out, and I opened his shirt again. This time he lifted his t-shirt over his head. I had to stop and take in this gorgeous guy with his navy blue uniform shirt open and his T up, exposing his chest. I kissed him from his neck, down the middle of his pecs, and sucked on his left nipple while feeling up his right pec. This drove him crazy. After a while, he pushed me away and lifted up my shirt to do the same. He then opened my pants and went down on me. It took about 10 seconds to fill his mouth. He pulled away, laid back and opened his pants. I blew him while feeling his chest and came again without even touching myself. That never happened to me before. I didn't even think it was possible. He moaned faster and blew his load when I pinched his left nipple. We straightened ourselves up and went back up stairs. I just looked at him for the remaining few minutes I had left and was extremely aroused the whole time. He finally called the flight and I attempted to board the plane when I realized that with everything happening, I never checked in. He thought that was hysterical and let me on without a boarding pass. I slipped him my phone number where I stay locally, but I never heard from him again. I don't even know what his name is. Our path's crossed a number of times, but he always acted only in a professional manner, despite my efforts, and terribly obvious flirting. Obvious enough that I heard the other gate agent remark to him that I was cute and he should "go for it." I wished he would, but nada. He still is a fantasy to this day and sitting on a plane always gives me a "semi." |
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