The business trip

A week later, you and your boss, alongside with two of your officemates, fly off to Miami for a meeting with a potential client.

The four of you are now inside the plane. You sit next to your boss, who is reading some sort of poetry book. You eye at it curiously. "Is something the matter, Mr. Grayson?" He asks you.

You forgot that he senses whenever someone stares at him. "Nothing. Just, uh, isn't that book that you-"

"-read previously on our last business trip?" He cuts you off and then stares at you, with his menacing glare. You gulped. "It's my favorite book, Mr. Grayson. Though I have already read it many times, I simply can't put it down." He stares at you again, but this time, the menace is gone and is now replaced with something else. "Simply put, I just love it."

You two look at each other awkwardly. He stops staring at you and looks at the passing stewardess. "Excuse me, can I have some blankets and two pillows, please. I need to rest." He tells her.

You hear your two officemates in the front talking about the trip. "Can't wait to relax under the under the sun." One of your officemates, Tony, said.

"Me too. This trip is all I need to relax from all the work." The other officemate, Mike, says.

Ernest hears their conversation and interjects. "Surely you forgot that we have an important client to meet and not take this trip as a relaxation." He said coldly. The two apologized and try to make an excuse but he cuts them off.

"Must I remind you that your job is hanging on a thread, as we speak, hmm? If any of you mess this up, don't show yourselves at the office next week." He warns them menacingly. The two stay silent.

Thankfully, the stewardess finally arrives with his request and gives it to him. He covers you both the blanket and you look at him. However, he doesn't look back. "Here is your pillow." You take the pillow but you don't stop looking at him. What is he up to, you thought.

Minutes later, the plane has ascended. As you look outside the window, you suddenly feel Ernest's hand on yours. You look at him, but his eyes are closed. For a moment, you thought he was asleep but suddenly, he grabs your hands and place them on his crotch. Your eyes widen.

He then wakes up and stares at you. You stare at each other while he moves your hand up and down. You feel his cock suddenly harden. "Wank me." He tells you authoritatively.

Feeling hot, you follow his command and removes his dick in his pants. You now feel his full mast and you can't help but release a deep breath. He comforts you as he rubs his thumb on your arm while he holds you. You start stroking him and he closes his eyes, resting his head back.

You still look at him and you can't help but look at all of the features on his face. At 49, this man is blessed with such a handsome face. You thought to yourself how lucky he is, and how lucky you are to do this to him.

You suddenly hear the stewardess moving to your seats. You try to take your hand out but he stops you. Eyes wide open, he looks at you, with a stare that could freeze everyone.

"Everything good here?" The stewardess asked. You look at her and nods your head. "It's all right. We're fine." You smile at her. She nods at you and moves to the next passenger.

You release a deep sense of relief but suddenly feel his hand on your cheek. "Sir..."

"Sssshh..." He moves your hand with his to continue jerking him off. You two stare at each other, this time with so much passion. You both don't break it off and you continue to pleasure.

He suddenly tells you that he is close. Without thinking, you kiss him on the lips. You feel his hands on your waist. His breaths become heavy and eventually release. You kneel down and lick off the cum on your dick. He sighs in pleasure.

As you stand up, the stewardess return with a tray of food and drinks.