Tired of the cold gray skies of the island of Manhattan, Sebastian longed for the clear blue skies of summer and the gentle beating of waves against distant island shores – like a hot August weekend on Fire Island at the Pines. So, he decided to take a few months away from the hustle and bustle of the metropolis and head to Puerto Rico.
The flight wasn’t too bad once he saw the very attentive and absolutely gorgeous flight steward whose nametag said Ramón Ramirez. The uniform of dark blue Bermuda shorts, short-sleeved white oxford shirt, and dark blue bowtie revealed enough of the olive skin to make Sebastian visualize him totally naked, and he liked what he saw.
Prior to take-off, Ramón was closing all the overhead storage bins and had to stand on his toes to rearrange some luggage above Sebastian’s aisle seat so the bin would lock properly. That put his crotch right in Sebastian’s face if Sebastian had been forward enough to turn his head and nuzzle. But the scent of pure manliness did tease Sebastian’s nostrils from the short distance nonetheless.
Later, taking beverage orders, he politely asked, “Would you and your family like to order something now?”
“Oh, we’re not a family. Ticketing just booked us all in the same row,” Sebastian said, with a glance at the mother and whiny child seated next to him.
“Pardon me, I should know better than to make that assumption.” He smiled the same gratuitous smile that all airline employees have when trying their best to give customers personalized service… a gentle raising of the corners of the mouth and a little flash of teeth. His were sparkling white. “What would you like?”
“You in the restroom right now alone with me,” was the thought that dashed across Sebastian’s mind. “Bourbon and water,” were the words that crossed his lips.
Sebastian silently admired the well-manicured hands of the steward. The brilliant white half-moons at the base of evenly trimmed nails contrasted with his skin tone. His arms were richly endowed with silky black hair that ended at his wrist but continued along the outside edge of his hands. Sebastian wondered if the chest was as pleasantly fuzzy, or as barren as his own chest. He had already admired the chest and nipples straining against the oxford shirt. This was stuff that fulfilled his fantasy sessions.
