The fun of waiting to see what happens next would be so exciting. This has been a bumpy flight so far. With the next bout of turbulence, my hand would...get jostled a bit and inch closer to his crotch. How would he react? By now he would be paying close attention to every single movement. He would likely begin to wonder if he should politely move my hand, because clearly I must be unaware of what I'm doing. Or should he wait it out because there's no harm being done and he doesn’t want to wake. Why not have dinner at my apartment? I’m a pretty good cook if I do say so myself.’ ‘You sure that’s okay? You barely know me.’ ‘Tyler, I like talking to you. Any man who likes my hands can’t be all bad.’ ‘Sure, ok then. What time? ‘Well let’s say in three hours. I’m in apt 212.’ ‘OK. After dinner I can give you a massage, if you would like that of course. I’m not asking you to get naked for me or anything, just an offer.’ Tyler said. ‘I know, that sounds nice. See you in a few hours, my. Should be done in private, Brick. Our first time together should be one of them.“But then, after you sang and we danced, you told me something like, ‘That lounger would do’ and you were talking about makin’ love to me, Mike,” Lisa softly but confusingly said as she leaned across the table towards me.“It took every ounce of will-power I had NOT to lay you down and make love to you on that lounger in front of everyone ... including your older sister,” I replied as I stared into her brown eyes on. What I always do! Get the people around me going and having fun so that others want to join in and open up as well. So I went back to the bar and told the bartender to send shots of tequila to my table... 3 shots per person (18 shots) as well as 3 more bottles of wine. By this time the speakers had stopped running their mouths and music was playing so it was free game. The more my table drank, the louder they got and the more the tables around us joined in. I also noticed a lot of quick eye.