Business Trip

If you are under 18, please navigate away from this story now.If you enjoy fantasies with older men, read on and enjoy.

Nothing worse than getting up at 3a to catch the first flight of the morning for a business trip you don't want to make in the first place.

But work is work, so here I am, grabbing my suitcase, my brief case, and leaving my apartment in 20 degree weather to meet the car service that is waiting downstairs to take me to the airport.

As the elevator door opens onto the lobby, I see Robert, the driver I like to request for these occasions. Not only because he is always punctual and keeps an immaculate car, but also because he is one sexy looking man. His snow white hair matches his neatly pressed shirt, which is nicely tucked into his gray flannel pants. In his late 50's early 60's, he is absolute eye candy for me.

I have never made a move on him, though I have always wanted to. Over several trips, I have noticed that he does not wear a wedding band, nor mention a wife or kids.

Today, I am feeling a little frisky, and the 30 minute ride to the airport might give me a chance to put out a couple of feelers.

• " Good morning, Mr. Mills" Robert greets me with a smile.

• " Hello Robert. Thanks for being on time, as usual".

• " Its my job sir. Please, allow me to take your suitcase".

We walk out the door, and he opens the back door of his Lincoln Town Car to let me in. After closing the door, he puts my suitcase in the trunk and comes running back into the car.

• " Wow, it is cold this morning" he says, as he blows into his hands. A couple of seconds later, he starts the car, and we are off to the airport.

• " I am sorry to get you out of bed so early. Your wife must probably hate me right now" I said, as I thought to myself: feeler # 1

• " Oh, not to worry sir, no wife at home"

• " Really? (I think I shouted it out).

• " Yes, I am 61, never did the marriage thing, never will" he said, almost proudly.

My heart was starting to pound, and my throat was starting to feel a little dry, as I tried to lead the conversation into a more intimate one.

• " Well, if you are happy that way, then its good"

• " Oh, I am fine this way, sir. You see, I am... " he paused for a few seconds. My mind was now accelerated beyond my control. Was he perhaps about to come out to me? I had to break his silence.

• " I am sorry, you were saying..You are what?"

• " Oh, nothing, I don't want to bore you. Anyway, I am sorry, but what airline did you say?"

• " American, as usual" I had to try and pry the information he had decided to withhold somehow. I decided to be a little bold.

• " Have they told you yet about Friday night? Will you be picking me up, or will it be someone else?"

• " You are already on my schedule. 11:10p I believe" he replied.

• " Excellent. I just hope I make it through the week in one piece".

• " All business, no pleasure trip?" he smiled as he looked at me through the rear view mirror. OK, here was my chance to throw in feeler # 2.

• " Well, a lot of business, and if there is pleasure, I might be in trouble. I am sharing my hotel room with Jim, the Atlanta office manager. Great guy, lots of fun. But he is gay, so I will have to watch my back. I guess you will be the first to know if he converted me" I laughed.

• " Hey, stranger things have happened, I am sure".

• " I guess you are right. I am sure you probably hear all sorts of stories. Maybe you will get to hear your first conversion story" I chuckled.

• " Sir, if you enjoyed yourself, what's the harm. Right?"

I was getting there. He was starting to open up. Unfortunately, we were also getting there literally. We took the exit for the airport, so I had to think fast. I had a great idea. It was very bold, but what the hell, at this point.

• " Robert, I will tell you what. You are single, and you will be working late Friday picking me up, right ?

• " Yes, sir".

• " Are you working Saturday ?

• " No, sir, i always have weekends off. I have been working too long with this company, so I do enjoy some perks".

• " Great. Since I am getting in so late, I will treat you to dinner, and you can feel free to stay in my spare room. You can then share some of your stories with me" I couldn't believe what I had just done.

• " You know sir, I would actually enjoy that very much. You can then tell me if you are still yourself, or if you were converted" he said, letting out a laugh.

We had to leave the conversation there, as we had just pulled up to the terminal. I realized that the thought of having Robert in my house had gotten me aroused, so I had to make sure he didn't see anything. I jumped out of the car onto the curb, and made sure my coat was folded over my left arm, covering my front.

Robert took out my luggage and placed it on the curb. I gave him a tip ( $ 20, double what he would probably get from anyone) and told him I would see him Friday.

I was quite early, and the line to go through security was very short. As I approached the x ray machine, I noticed a passenger was being patted down by an absolutely hot looking agent. This TSA thing was getting out of hand, with all these full body scanners, searches, etc. This time, however, getting patted down might have its advantages.

I took off my shoes and put them in a bin. I then put my belongings on a second bin, and started walking towards the agents. Before going through, I explained I would rather not go through the scanner.

• " Sir, I can not let you through unless you either go through the scanner, or get patted down".

• " Well, I guess a pat down it is. i don't really trust the radiation on these machines". I answered sheepishly.

The officer took me to the side, and called the other agent I had seen before, patting another passenger.

• " Officer Harris, please search Mr. Mills" he told him, as he pointed me in his direction.

• " Good morning sir. My name is officer Harris. i will ask you to please open your arms, and slightly spread your legs apart.".

I did as I was told. Here I was, in the middle of the airport, with a slightly heavyset, 50 year old man in a uniform, blue gloves and glasses running his hands all over me.

He ran his hands along my right arm, across my chest, and the along my left arm.

He then started running his hands down my sides. Now, he stood to my right, and ran his left arm down my back, and his right down my belly. He also felt the inside of my suspenders, up and down, around my shoulders, and then back down. By now, between my thoughts about Robert on Friday night, and this man touching me all over, I felt my dick was going to come out of my pants any minute. Difference was, I had no way to hide it.

Suddenly, I felt all at once officer Harris' left hand between my ass cheeks, while his right hand touched ( And I almost felt grabbed) my erection. He looked at me with a smirk, and the turned to the other officer.

• " Mark, I will need to go to the private room for a couple of minutes" He then turned to me. " Sir, please come with me".

We walked about 30 feet, and walked into a small empty room. He locked the door behind us.

• " I am sorry, but I felt something strange in your crotch area. I will need to investigate it".

Before I had a change to say anything, he had pulled up a small stool, and was sitting in front of me. He grabbed my suspenders at the top of my shoulders, and pulled them off. He then unbuttoned my pants, which immediately feel to the floor. I was now standing in front of this sexy man, with a full erection sticking out of the slit on my boxer shorts, unsure of what to do.

Sitting on the stool, he looked up at me, and without saying a word, took my erect dick in his mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure, as I could feel his lips against the base of my cock. He was taking the whole thing, and not even coming up for air. I took my left hand, and placed it behind his head. I was now in full rhythm. My hand held his head steady, as my dick fucked his mouth faster and faster, until I felt I could not longer hold back.

• " Harris, I am going to come" I whispered, trying to make sure no one outside the room could hear.

As soon as I said that, he grabbed my ass with both hands, and started sucking even faster, which let to my exploding in his mouth in no time.

He went over to a corner, and came back with a couple of paper towels.

As I got ready to step out of the room, he smiled and said:

• " Regulations are regulations. I can not let anyone into a plane with a loaded gun". he said with a smile

I smiled back and walked away.

This trip is going to be fun. Come along for the ride. See you aboard.

Al