I was feeling super confident, at ease with myself, but my stomach turned when I spotted her chatting with a guy at the side of the bar, I then wanted...to kick myself as I watched them share a long passionate kiss. That was just my luck. I had all the time in the world to strike and I left it way too late. I now started to think that I was wasting my time. I tried to get back into the club vibe but I felt way too deflated to carry on, so I made my excuses and went back to the hotel and sat out. And it's not like I've actually had sex.And the one person who normally frowned the most wasn't frowning either. Nope. No frown on Jane Katherine Myers's face.How free. How free.Though a part of her did worry that she was getting just a wee bit drunk with power. I'm not invincible, she had to remind herself, I'm not invincible. I can get hurt. I can be harmed. One day soon the flight will end, and then I have to land again.But she couldn't get this intoxicating freedom out of her veins. It was. Within that department there was a skinny Irishman that sat in a largish counter and took in repairs to the suitcases. He was Gay but they were not called that in those days.One day I went into the repairs counter to get some paperwork that had to be filed but I intentionally stood close to him. After a few moments when the coast was clear I felt him put his hand in my right trouser pocket and reach around for my cock.This terrified me at first but I overcame my fear and let him feel around. This was definitely turning into one of my better jobs I thought as I went and did what she said. As I came back with the bottle she took it out of my hand, returned it to the cabinet and locked the door and put the key back. Turning to me she smiled again saying. “Now let’s go watch some fire works.” I got the glasses and followed her, as we approached the stairs and started up them. Her butt was in line with my head, I could see the light shining through her pj’s again and the form of her.