I don’t like to have sex with prostitutes as I think they would not give much satisfaction and they do sexy trying to please us without making love,...so that’s the reason for me to be virgin till date. Coming to the story I got a new job in a company in Seattle and had resigned my old job in Chicago and was travelling to Seattle. I got a flight from Chicago to Arizona and need to get onto the connecting flight to Seattle. I was near the boarding lounge and it was 5.00 am when I was waiting for. (Bearing in mind I weight 100lbs soaking wet, typical beta white male. He weighed about 220lbs) I dropped to the floor on all fours blinded by my tears, at this point I noticed the whole group aproach me laughing even more now. Then there was complete silence for what felt like an hour, all I heard next was the group exclaiming "This guy is a fag, you think you're fag ey?"It's at that point I realise my pants are slightly pulled down and my bright pink thong showing, I froze. Again the largest. Seizing the moment, I passed the card to her whilst leaning in to ensure no-one else heard, and said, "Please give me a call, when you can." Her only acknowledgement was a slight nod of the head but I did see that the card disappeared into the depths of her voluminous handbag. Hope springs eternal! My thoughts took only a minute or so but were so vivid, my prick was leaking much pre-cum which was making my erection slick, enabling me to encircle it with my whole hand. The heat, slipperiness and. They made quite a contrasting couple, he at 6'2 and 220 and she at 5'2 and 120. They both were very excited to be on their first real date. They stopped at the cottage door and kissed very passionately. Lori moaned softly as she felt his big arms around her holding her tightly for the first time. Lust was flowing through her body as she anticipated on what was coming. She giggled as Ben picked her up and carried her through the door as if they were on their honeymoon. They kissed again standing.