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The advantage with Whatsapp Groups is that you can send a message to several people at the same time, writing it only once. Robin had a family group in Whatsapp and I did as well with my family. Before he finished his main course, he was so eager to send a message to his family announcing that I had asked him to marry me and that he had said yes. He couldn't take his knife and fork in his hands as the first reply already came in from his mother and father, congratulating us and wishing us happiness. While he was reading it, there were two more messages coming in from his brother Ryan and his boyfriend, as well as from his sister Rita, with very similar messages. I couldn't leave it to send a message to my parents as well and to my two sisters. Their reactions came as quickly as Robin's family and were also very similar. I had to put our plates in the microwave as our food had gotten cold. We finally could finish our main course.
It was after the dessert, when we were sipping coffee, that finally Robin shoved the little box closer to me. I wondered if he had had the same idea, but realized he would have said something when seeing the rings. I slowly opened the box. It was a small jewel case as well. I opened it and found a kind of black box with what appeared to be a silver button. Looking at the other side I just saw a single KIA lettering. It took me a minute to realize what it was. He led me to the garage and there was a beautiful dark blue KIA Sportage. I didn't know how he had done it, but my old car had disappeared. In the narrow space I walked around the car, admiring it and finally sat down at the wheel. It had that smell of "new". I looked at my future husband and he looked back at me, a little sheepishly.
-It is the only way I could find to get rid of that old thing you were driving and that sooner or later would die on you in the middle of nowhere. Now I feel better knowing you have a reliable and safe car.
-But... it is far too much my Love...
-Nothing is too much for you. Don't you realize you make me so happy and if you had chosen a Ferrari, I would have bought it as well.
I couldn't thank him enough. I didn't know what to do to show him my gratitude, except to take him in my arms and kiss him. I was overjoyed, even if in the past I had never paid attention to a car. It was a beauty. With the confinement and the curfew, we couldn't take it for a drive. It would have to wait till the next morning.
We went back to the living room where I opened the second bottle of Champagne. Our soon-to-come wedding and the new car were reasons enough to celebrate, but the real celebration was that of our mutual love. We talked about the last Christmas we had. Robin had volunteered to be on duty as to forget his loneliness. I had accepted the guard for the same reason. We loved our families to death, but having no-one "special" in our lives affected us more than we would admit. We discovered that before our meeting we were unconsciously avoiding happy events. No, we were not depressed at all. It was just that we were sad we had no-one to share the happy moments.
Since the moment we met, it had been happiness and more happiness. We were on the same wavelength and very compatible. We had shared great moments and as far as we could think, we had never disagreed. While we were talking, Robin constantly watched his ring and touched it. I asked him if it was a nuisance to have it at his finger.
-Noooo ! It feels so good and the symbolic of it overjoys me. I still can't believe it you asked me to marry you. It is so wonderful. I never thought I would meet someone who I would love enough to accept marriage, but that was before I met you. I wonder...
Robin was deep in thoughts as if he hesitated to tell me something.
-Tell me Robin, what's on your mind ?
-It's an old story, but I wonder if that could become true as well. Let me tell you what happened about a year before I met you. It was the moment I was promoted to purser on the planes. I was as proud as a peacock with the new stripes on my uniform. I was on duty on a long-haul flight with a stop-over. It was an eight hours flight. On those flights we always have moments that we are a bit idle, certainly after serving the meals and that we dim the lights for those who want to take a nap. On the return flight it was exactly the same. Most everybody was asleep in the cabin, when a man came to the galley for a refill of his drink. I gave him his drink, but he didn't return to his seat. We started to talk a bit. It was nice to have someone spending some time with me. My colleagues were all in the rear galley. The man was gorgeous, a real alpha male. He was tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He had dark blue eyes, a color I had never seen before. HIs chin was showing a lot more than just a five o'clock shadow. When he smiled I could see a perfect set of teeth. He smiled a lot.
Remembering this episode in his life, Robin was smiling. It seemed to be it was a nice retrospect.
-Anyway... the man came closer and closer to me, till I was with my back against the wall. He said I was in the ideal position with my back against the wall, because the only thing I could do, was going forward. I was not innocent and knew perfectly well what he meant, because with a step forward I would be pressed against him. I stayed professional and didn't move, but he did. His chest was against mine and his lips were so close to mine that you couldn't slip a paper between them. A little unannounced turbulence made him "fall" forward and I had to grab him so he wouldn't lose his balance. That was the moment when he kissed me. I don't know why, but I answered his kiss. It was dangerous as at any time, a colleague could come back from the rear of the plane, or even worse : the captain or the co-pilot could come out of the cockpit. That guy had me so worked up that I didn't care. The open-mouth kiss was electrifying and our tongues dueled for supremacy.
Robin got excited by telling the story as I saw him readjust his cock in his trousers.
-The man rubbed my hardening cock in my trousers and I became as horny as hell. When he lowered the zipper of my trousers, I was really worrying that somebody would catch us in the act, but couldn't say no anymore. He fished my cock out of my trousers and briefs and had it in his mouth in no time. He was not as good as you are Al, but he was pretty close. I can tell you that he could suck ! I was breathing hard and couldn't do anything else than enjoy his ministrations. He was using so much spit and I didn't want any stains on my uniform. So I opened my trousers completely and let them fall around my ankles. With one hand he was searching for my hole and with the other he opened his own pants. I thought he would want to fuck me, but I was wrong. He spit various times in his hand and wet his hole. He then stood up, turned around and in one powerful thrust of his mid-section, he empaled himself on my cock. I couldn't believe what was happening and I kept an eye on the cockpit door and the closed curtain between galley and cabin. Nothing moved. I was still with my back against the wall and the man fucked himself with my cock. The excitement and the added danger of being caught, made my juices boil in my balls. Before I even realized it, I felt his ass-muscles contract around my shaft and I deduced he was shooting his load in his hand, because after a few contractions, I saw him lick his own hand. That sent me over the edge and I filled his bowels. I realized what I had just done and that I was lucky enough nobody caught us in the act. As soon as my cock left his ass, I pulled up my trousers and closed them. He did the same and asked for yet another refill of his drink. What he told me after that was a shock to me. He was the owner of a small aviation company and was traveling commercial to retrieve a new plane. He pulled a business card out of his wallet and handed it to me, saying : "If you are ever interested in flying private, I could use your services. I have been observing you from the moment I boarded the plane and I have been impressed with your professional approach of your job. You have my number and you can call me at any time. By the way, there would be no sexual strings attached, of course".
-Why did you tell me this story ? I asked.
-Because I was thinking. Flying private means smaller planes and thus shorter flights. It would give me more time to be with you...
I was flabbergasted. Robin was prepared to abandon his career with a prestigious airline to go fly private... just for me ? My jealousy reflex kicked in.
-I am not so sure I want you to fly for a gay boss with whom you had sex...
-That won't happen again Al. That man clearly stated there would be no sexual string attached. It is not only that, but after we had sex, he admitted that even owning an aviation company, he always wanted to be part of the mile-high club. He reached his goal. I am convinced that once he had me, he would lose sexual interest. He is the typical guy that goes for what he wants and once he gets it, loses interest a hundred percent. My point of view is for us. There would be less working hours, less stop-overs and probably a better salary. I think it is worth thinking about it. You shouldn't be jealous because I love you and only you. You should be flattered that I want to be near you more time.
-But Robin, you have a brilliant career so far with the airline you are working for. Do you think it is wise to throw that overboard ?
-I am not throwing anything overboard. I can negotiate a contract with the private airline and obtain the same benefits. If they don't want to give it, I still have my current job. I am just looking to have a job that would allow me to spend more time with you. Is that so difficult to understand ?
-No, my Love, it is not. What happens is that I can't change my working hours so easily. I have a serious commitment with Randy and indirectly with Roberta as well. I have the trust of my patients and I admit I don't want to lose whatever I built up all these years. It is true that I miss you when you have stop-overs or hectic working hours. Maybe you could negotiate with the airline to have a more regular life...
-I wouldn't count on that. The airline is a big company where the employees are just numbers, nothing else. Yes, they do respect and "concede" certain request, as long as these request are "exceptional".
-I think then that the best thing for you to do is to contact that man and see what he has to offer and tell him your requests. If you can come to an agreement, I would say to go for it. Think thoroughly about it. I don't want you to regret a decision you are taking for me and not for you.
-It is not a decision for you or for me. It is a decision for us. I know perfectly well that you don't have the same possibility to cut down hours dedicated to your patients. They don't decide to be ill at the most inconvenient moments for you, but with time we will find new solutions to new problems. Didn't you tell me once that together we are stronger ? Well, let's show our strength !
To show me his strength, he was suddenly all over me, pinning me down on the sofa and I couldn't move. His face came closer to mine and his lips were soon on mine and his tongue entered my mouth. I welcomed it and the strength he showed by pinning me down soon faded and turned into a romantic way to start the preliminaries. He kissed my whole face and paid extra attention to my earlobes and the tender flesh between ears and collarbone. As usual, that got me going. We feverishly unbuttoned the other's shirt, sending our bow ties flying in the air. I desperately tried to push my loafers off my feet, but Robin went down and took them off. He dedicated quite some time to pull off my socks and kiss my feet, sucking on each toe. I took advantage of that moment to open my trousers as I knew he would want to pull them off my legs.
I was soon laying there with my shirt open and showing tented briefs with already a wet spot in the appropriate place. Robin looked at me with hunger in his eyes. He stood up and lowered his own pants, to reveal the most sexy black and red briefs. The real surprise was when he turned around and that I saw there was no fabric covering his beautiful bubble butt. It was the perfect combination of briefs and jockstrap, black with red waistband and linings. He was so damned sexy in those and, just like me, with his opened white shirt. I could have eaten him alive. I tried to reach out to him, but he pushed me roughly back in the sofa, straddling my mid-section and bending down to resume our passionate kisses. I couldn't help myself and pinched his nipples, knowing exactly what reaction I could expect. Indeed, he threw his head backwards and pushed his chest forward, almost arching his body and pressing his naked butt onto my steel-hard cock. Once again it was magical. We had long ago ceased to have sex, but made love.
The magic of Christmas was more than present, even if there was no tree. The romantic lightning of the candles with their scents triggered, combined with the soft music in the background, us in an extra special mood or was it the fact that we both wore identical rings and the perspective of our wedding ? Whatever it was, I had never felt happier in my life. Robin pulled me out of the sofa and led me by the hand to our bedroom that was lit with candles as well. I never knew how he managed that ! On the way to the bedroom we took off our shirts. I admired Robin's butt in his sexy underwear that he pulled off before letting himself drop on the bed. I slipped my briefs off before joining him.
As naked as the day we were born, we fell in each other's arms, kissing like never before. Our ragging hard-ons were firmly pressed together. They felt warm and powerful, already throbbing with excitement. We had to stay still for a moment to avoid cumming there and then. I took Robin's face in my hands and showered it with kisses, before traveling down on his body and concentrate on his oversensitive nipples. Robin cried out loud and grabbed my ears to push my head even more on his chest, moving it from one nipple to the other.
Did he speak about strength ? Yes, he did and he was showing it when he rolled me on my back and with a swift movement, turned us into a 69 position. I didn't wait to suck him with "strength", engulfing his cock in my throat while holding his balls in my hand and pulling on them. That made his cock even harder than it already was. I loved his steel-hard cock in its soft and velvety skin. It was so good to feel his warm manhood in my mouth and I closed my lips around his shaft, sucking all the precum that he was oozing. I know, I already said I am addicted to it. Robin mimicked most of what I was doing to him, but... using more strength than usual. It was kind of a new sensation. He twirled his tongue around my cock-head and pulled on my balls as well. He took my balls in his mouth, closing his lips tight around my scrotum and pulled till they flopped out to then just repeat it. I was moaning... groaning... showing my appreciation.
Almost simultaneously we stretched even more and opened our legs and munched on each others taint on our way to our asses. We loved to French kiss our holes, trying to push our tongues as deep as possible. I didn't know if it was because of the Champagne that we drank that we produced so much spit. Anyway, our asses were glistening in the dimmed candle light. Robin's agility allowed him to turn around very quickly and laid down on me again, kissing me. He had prepared his actions as suddenly, from under a pillow, he got a scarf in his hand that he early folded and put on my eyes, fastening it with a knot at the back of my head. He had hidden more than one under the pillow and with a second scarf he tied my hand together over my head and to the headboard of our bed. I was immobilized and couldn't see a thing. From then on I had to trust my other senses. I felt him getting off the bed and I wondered what he as doing. I could feel his hot breath on my feet and soon felt them disappear in his hot and moist mouth. He licked toe after toe to then slowly lick the sole of my feet. Damned ! That tickled !
He was in total teasing mode, licking my feet and slowly coming up my body, kissing and licking my calves, my knees, my thighs and finally my balls. I was so excited that I could only rely on the way he touched my body without seeing what would come next. I didn't think my cock had ever been so hard. He engulfed it once again while his hands roamed over my body and pinched my nipples. He was crawling over me with one knee at each side of my body, till I felt his cock-head brush my lips. I opened my mouth wide and his cock entered me. As I couldn't move, Robin had to do the necessary hip-movements and make love to my mouth. He had to be very excited as well as I drank every drop of semen he deposited on my tongue. He pushed a pillow under my head to have a better penetration angle. When he was on the verge of going over the edge, he crawled back, grabbed my cock to have it straight upwards and sat on it till my manhood was in him to the root. I heard him gasp for air. He probably took it a bit too fast. He stayed still for a moment, getting used to my hard-on in his ass. Bit by bit his ass-muscles relaxed and I felt the upward/downward motion. I also could feel he was rhythmically moving his hand on his cock. If he did that, it meant that he was about to reach his orgasm and ejaculate his seed. I wanted to see it, but couldn't. His hands were busy and mine were tied up. He couldn't lift the blindfold.
Nonetheless, I could feel warm drops falling on my chest, receiving the information he was indeed climaxing and I felt the contractions in his ass that confirmed it. It triggered my own climax and I filled his bowels. After my last spurt of semen in him, Robin bent down and kissed me while untying the scarf on my eyes and liberating my hands as well. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, responding to his kisses and recovering my breath and heartbeat. Robin lifted himself and laid next to me, with his head on my chest, in a comfortable silence. At one point we got up and returned to the living room to finish our bottle of Champagne and then blow out the candles.
After all, Christmas had not been like we had hoped it to be, but we had had a great evening. We both loved our families enormously, but also could spend a special evening on our own. We hit the pillows and fell immediately asleep...
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