Finally arriving at the top of the stairs my heart began to pound so hard it felt like i was going to explode into a million little pieces. The words stumble as they fell out of my mouth trying to explain to my boss why i was late but instead of him looking up to meet the sorrowful look on my face he quietly acknowledged my arrival by raising his right hand as to say silence then gestured for me to sit down.
I swiftly took to my seat and as i sat down it felt like a ton of weight was lifted off my shoulders. After a few minutes of silence the captain came over the raido to inform us of our lift off, I looked around me only to realize that i was surrounding my men. Not 1 or 2 but 4 men dressed exactly the same as the gorgeous man who came to my rescue, could these all be his body guards? why would a man like Jhayce White so muscular so uniquely built need so many body guards? from what i remembered with the incident tha happened in the bar the other night which he intentionally did not bring up, he can handle himself quite well.
I tried taking my mind off the fact that i had to spend this entire weekend with him as i looked around I began to get that feeling again, the feeling of weakness and lust, being surrounded by all these men my legs started to become weak and i can feel my lady parts heating up with cum. I quickly folded my legs and took out my laptop as to pretend to be getting some work done but instead i messaged the only person that can provide me with the help i so desperately needed. Mecca was always there to comfort me in times of need and even give encouraging words of advice when it come to men issues. I shot her a quick email explaining everything that had happened, instead of using words she sent me a link to one of her short movies for me to feel inspired. I smiled as i read the caption:
"Sometimes words can never be used to describe one's comfort, instead the pleasure of music can define the odds"
I removed the headset that was sitting in a pocket beside me , plugged it in my laptop and enjoyed the remaining long hours of my long flight.