Milling about at the local airport, looking for someone to have some fun with

The man sat idly in the gate area of the airport, watching the people as he often did. When using his program to play with the locals of his city started to bore him, he'd go to the airport and try to find some attractive tourists, or perhaps business folks who desperately needed to unwind, to have fun with. If things were truly ****, he'd hop onto a flight and go somewhere else, another city or occasionally even another country, to get his fill of fun before coming back. He smiled to himself as he thought about how fortunate he was to be able to shirk the responsibilities that held so many others back, to forgo the reliance on money and connections that were usually required to be able to travel so freely and with so frivilous a purpose. But then, when you can rewrite reality to always have a ticket and all the money you could need, you were fortunate in many ways.

For all this fortune, he was still having no luck finding the perfect plaything. After several hours he was on the verge of giving up and going home; when his program was first written he would frequently alter physical appearances to find the ideal sextoy, and he still does it when the mood strikes, but these days he usually found it far more delightful to play with people as he found them and merely alter their perceptions or those of the surrounding world. However, years of having anyone and everyone he wanted had also raised his standards quite a bit, and while there were many passersby that he found cute or attractive, no one made his mind race, his heart beat, or his cock throb in the way he needed.

Just as he was about leave and use one of his go-to "friends", he saw an absolutely perfect speciman walking down the terminal that stopped him in his tracks.