"Nah," Paul replies, triggering another uneasy silence."I'm thirsty," I announce, pushing the button for service and beinggreeted almost immediately b... a very tall girl in a blue uniform."How can I help you, miss?" Elsa- the stewardess- asks in a verydistinctive German accent."A glass of white wine, please." I say. In truth, I'm not really in themood for anything alcoholic, not with Mary's 'hen night' later, but Ifigure some alcohol would help break the awkward silence between myselfand Paul.. She opened the door and was, to my surprise, still completely naked. My dick was rock hard, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. She walked over and sat on the bed next to me. "Ryan, it's okay. A lot of teenagers get curious." I looked down at the floor. I was so embarrassed. "Ryan, did I make you cum today?" She asked."No, but I saw you masturbating last night. I cumed at the thought of that."She blushed. "So you didn't cum today?" No..." I replied. What she did next shocked the fuck out. I've been doing this for so long that all airports and hotels look the same to me.I spot him out of the corner of my eye as I reach for my purse to get my phone. A guy, a few years younger than I am, smiles as he approaches me. He's probably about thirty five. I wish I'd grabbed my compact instead of the phone so I could make sure my make-up isn't smudged. But shit, he's the one smiling at me. If he didn't like what he saw, he wouldn't be grinning. Well maybe he would if he was trying to sell. He worked on there and my back for ten minutes before he moved down to my calves. I remarked, " this is how a massage feels? I never knew what I've been missing " . Then I told him that his hands were like magic. He continued to work on my calves and slowly made his way up towards my hamstrings. I can feel his hand brush the lower part of my cheeks because at this time, my towel had raised slightly. The more he rubbed the back of my legs and the closer he got to my inner thighs, I could feel.