I had taken a new colleague with me on this work trip which is standard for my firm. Basically we pair the new lawyer with an experienced lawyer to shadow during the drafting, review, and negotiation of business contracts. We spent a week getting to know each over and I showed him how we navigate complex deal terms, managing client expectations, and applying strategic negotiation tactics to secure favorable agreements. Basically on-the-job training.
Over the years, I've mentored junior associates like this fairly often, though I often feel guilty because my firm is pretty frugal with expenses. My trip was billable, and I always fly business class or above because the client is paying. Years ago someone had the brilliant idea of building into our contracts that if you want one of the team to attend to your office, they need to be able to work and hit the ground running so its gotta business or first class tickets.
I’ve been flying around the globe like this for the better part of 25 years now, so I have gazillion miler platinum gold upper class bougie as fuck frequent flyer status which gets me access into the elegant First Class Lounges and I can bring a guest.
Anyway, my junior colleague was stuck in coach and not having the best time, so being able to join me in the luxurious lounge gave him a much-needed lift.
We finished the week of work and had quite a late evening flight which meant that when we checked out of the hotel at noon, we would probably have a good 5 hours to kill in the lounge. Not the worst thing and because it was a 12 hour overnight flight, and the beauty is that we could have a nice meal in the Lounge and then make the bed on board the plane and sleep the whole way home. Well, I could, my travel buddy was in coach so he wasn’t sleeping.
I’ve been in this lounge a lot over the years and even though it’s one of the larger airlines, there is always an air of exclusivity to it and it’s almost always empty, so very relaxing.
My colleague and I were sitting at one of the tables enjoying a nice bottle of wine and dinner when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eyes.
I turned to see what it was and this very sexy and muscular Asian guy with an amazing smile. He was walking and talking on his phone but I couldn’t stop looking at him. He was so fucking sexy, and when he passed by I got to see his butt, and I started to feel a little twitching down below.
When he walked, one ass cheek would kinda flip up, and then the other, back and forth, up and down in these tight jeans that accentuated everything just the right way.
He took a table across the room from us and I tried not to be too obvious but would casually glance over every now and then.
At one point, I got up to go to the bar and hadn’t noticed him returning from the toilets, but as we passed, I looked right into his eyes and gave a little wink and a smile.
He responded with a little jerk of his head and a smile crept across his cute little face.
It’s full on cruising at this point because as we passed each other, it was the old 1-step, 2-steps, 3-steps and turn around, and voila, just as I looked back, he turned around and gave a huge smile.
Like I say, we had 5 hours to kill and I was feeling a little buzzed from the wine, but there were a series of little interactions like this between him and I. A little flirt, a cute smile, checking each other’s assets when at the bar, and on it went.
Probably about an hour left into the Lounge, I got up to take a piss in the toilets.
I didn’t see him around, but the Lounge was actually quite big and because there were so few people, it was easy to be somewhere and just not be seen.
Anyway, I get to the toilet and whip my dick out which has been semi-hard with all the flirting.
Just as the stream of piss starts to splash against the urinal wall, I hear the door open and in walks the cute Asian.
He walks right up to the urinal beside mine and wasn’t even bashful about getting a good look at what was about to be my fully erect curved 8.5” dick.
He kind of had his mouth open and licking his lips. He flicked his eye brows up and looked me straight in the eye as the stream of piss slowed down and came to a stop.
I was fully hard by this time so gave it a few good strokes to pump out any remaining piss. A few spurts came splattering out and as I was about to stuff it way, this little cutie reaches out and clamps his hand around it.
I let him have at it. I put both hands on the wall in front of me and he moved in closer to get both hands around it and pump the shaft.
I produce a lot of pre-cum so as he is doing this, it is dripping out and he is getting very turned on.
Suddenly he lets go of my dick and grabs me by the waist pushing me toward one of the stalls.
He goes in first and spins around to face me while I get into the stall and close the door.
My dick is still dangling out of my jeans with a little rope of pre-cum hanging down.
He comes forward, plants a kiss on my lips and then slowly drops to his knees.
This sexy man was a talented little cock sucker I have to say. He was getting down to my balls with no trouble although I couldn’t resist, at one point, I held his head down until he practically threw up.
He was getting me close to blasting my nutt and I think he could sense it because he got up, turned around and dropped his jeans.
Pretty clear what was about to happen so I gobbed a bunch more spit onto my already dripping cock and smeared his hole.
He was a horny little pig. As I was teasing his pucker a little he impaled himself on it and grunted quite loudly.
I don’t think anyone else was in the bathroom but if they had been, they would have thought they were listening to the sounds of fucking at a bathhouse.
He had gotten me really close so I didn’t breed him for very long. 5 minutes of making him moan and then I shot a huge load into his guts.
When I pulled out a puddle of my jizz plopped out onto the floor and he just stood up, pulled up his jeans and gave a cute little smile.
I wiped up my dick, stuffed it away and he was already gone out of the toilet by the time I had finished drying my hands.
I re-joined my colleague who wanted to know where I had gone.
“Just went for a little wander, but shall we get going time to board?”
Never saw the Asian pig again, but between the wine and the orgasm, I slept like a baby on the plane home.
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