Gay Romance
By: Amy Redek
© TTP 2013
I was smiling as I sat back sipping my bourbon and seven on the flight to Madrid. After several months of internet correspondence with Julie Scott, I had decided to fly to Spain from the United States and proclaim my love for her in person. We had spent hours on the computer teasing and playing and making nice to one another until I felt a distinct bonding between us. Having just received a significant inheritance from my Grandmother, I decided to take a break from the rat race and enjoy my life for awhile. I had closed my house and told friends I was going to Europe on an extended vacation. I was really anticipating meeting Julie in person, surprising her and, hopefully something nice would develop from there.
This was an unusual action for me to take as I have always planned my behaviour and tend to be a little on the shy side. Now, for the first time in my life, financially secure, I wanted to travel and meet some of the people I have talked to on the Internet. I could not wait to surprise Julie as she has been the subject of many of my late night fantasies over the last few months. I was ready to shed the albatross of being socially correct and get on with life with some fun that I seem to have missed by working all the time.
Many is the night I have laid in bed and thought of her after we had talked on the internet and stroked myself, thinking of how hot her mouth might be and how much she had reacted to my words on the internet. I am sure we were sexually compatible and could barely wait to see her in person.
So having made my arrangements, I left my car locked up in the garage and took the bus to Lake Charles where Pete Slinger had a private plane and had agreed to fly me to New Orleans airport. It was only a two hour ride and I was soon there at the bus station but not knowing exactly where he lived, gave him a call from a pay phone and he agreed to pick me up. Which wasn"t very long in my waiting time to have him pull into the depot and greet me with a cheerful smile as he took my bag and threw in the back of his car.
„Thanks for doing this for me Pete," I said after shaking his hand. „No problem Jerry. You"ve done enough for me in the past." That to what he was referring to was using my contacts to have him pulled out of Viet Nam before his allocated time there. I had been a military advisor at the time and said that I needed his expertise in helping me with the program that I was running at the time. „What time"s the flight?" he asked.
„Eleven," I replied. He looked at his watch.
„Eight thirty. Eight fifty," he mused. „Well we should make it with about an hour to spare if we don"t hang around."
With that, we roared out of the depot and were soon at the small airfield where there were quite a few private planes out on the hard standing. He parked up near the flight office and we soon had the flight plan recorded and we walked out to his small two passenger aircraft and were quickly in and settled down as he checked over his run through program and a few minutes later were taking off. We were still in sight of our the leaving airport and he was in radio contact with that of New Orleans asking for clearance to land for the short time it would take us to reach it. This was given and not many minutes later we had travelled the distance and approached the designated runway and landed.
We coasted up to or as close as he could get to entrance to the arrivals gate where I then gave him my thanks for the ride and disembarked with my suitcase and laptop. He kept the engine going as he was going to fly straight back home and I waved him a farewell as he moved off to leave me to enter the terminal.
I had already booked my flight so it was just to line up to get my boarding pass and have my suitcase weighed and labelled for me to move off to the lounge to wait till my flight was called. I think I must have been the last to check in for it wasn"t long before my
By: Amy Redek
© TTP 2013
I was smiling as I sat back sipping my bourbon and seven on the flight to Madrid. After several months of internet correspondence with Julie Scott, I had decided to fly to Spain from the United States and proclaim my love for her in person. We had spent hours on the computer teasing and playing and making nice to one another until I felt a distinct bonding between us. Having just received a significant inheritance from my Grandmother, I decided to take a break from the rat race and enjoy my life for awhile. I had closed my house and told friends I was going to Europe on an extended vacation. I was really anticipating meeting Julie in person, surprising her and, hopefully something nice would develop from there.
This was an unusual action for me to take as I have always planned my behaviour and tend to be a little on the shy side. Now, for the first time in my life, financially secure, I wanted to travel and meet some of the people I have talked to on the Internet. I could not wait to surprise Julie as she has been the subject of many of my late night fantasies over the last few months. I was ready to shed the albatross of being socially correct and get on with life with some fun that I seem to have missed by working all the time.
Many is the night I have laid in bed and thought of her after we had talked on the internet and stroked myself, thinking of how hot her mouth might be and how much she had reacted to my words on the internet. I am sure we were sexually compatible and could barely wait to see her in person.
So having made my arrangements, I left my car locked up in the garage and took the bus to Lake Charles where Pete Slinger had a private plane and had agreed to fly me to New Orleans airport. It was only a two hour ride and I was soon there at the bus station but not knowing exactly where he lived, gave him a call from a pay phone and he agreed to pick me up. Which wasn"t very long in my waiting time to have him pull into the depot and greet me with a cheerful smile as he took my bag and threw in the back of his car.
„Thanks for doing this for me Pete," I said after shaking his hand. „No problem Jerry. You"ve done enough for me in the past." That to what he was referring to was using my contacts to have him pulled out of Viet Nam before his allocated time there. I had been a military advisor at the time and said that I needed his expertise in helping me with the program that I was running at the time. „What time"s the flight?" he asked.
„Eleven," I replied. He looked at his watch.
„Eight thirty. Eight fifty," he mused. „Well we should make it with about an hour to spare if we don"t hang around."
With that, we roared out of the depot and were soon at the small airfield where there were quite a few private planes out on the hard standing. He parked up near the flight office and we soon had the flight plan recorded and we walked out to his small two passenger aircraft and were quickly in and settled down as he checked over his run through program and a few minutes later were taking off. We were still in sight of our the leaving airport and he was in radio contact with that of New Orleans asking for clearance to land for the short time it would take us to reach it. This was given and not many minutes later we had travelled the distance and approached the designated runway and landed.
We coasted up to or as close as he could get to entrance to the arrivals gate where I then gave him my thanks for the ride and disembarked with my suitcase and laptop. He kept the engine going as he was going to fly straight back home and I waved him a farewell as he moved off to leave me to enter the terminal.
I had already booked my flight so it was just to line up to get my boarding pass and have my suitcase weighed and labelled for me to move off to the lounge to wait till my flight was called. I think I must have been the last to check in for it wasn"t long before my
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