Date: Fri, 24 Aug 2012 16:07:40 +0100
From: Lamort DeLioncourt <lamortdelioncourt1954@hotmail.com>
Subject: St. Moritz- Badrutt?s Palace  Chapter 1

St. Moritz- Badrutt's Palace
Chapter One

The plane from Paris was running late as usual and I had been at the
Marseille Airport far too long already. I was waiting impatiently for John
to arrive so we could begin our annual holiday. Because his business kept
him in the US for extended periods, we had not seen each other for almost
six weeks. I needed the chance to touch, feel, and caress the man I loved.

I knew that the 24-hour total travel time would have him worn out, but he
had gotten the best connections possible from Los Angeles. The idea of
spending 16 hours sitting on an airplane made my blood run cold, but he did
it without compliant a dozen times a year. Unfortunately, we still had the
flight to Zürich to contend with, as we were going on holiday to
St. Moritz. It was only a five-hour trip, but on top of everything else, it
seemed almost cruel to do to him.

While drifting through my thoughts, I heard the speaker system announce the
arrival of his flight from Paris. I waited impatiently for him to
disembark. Once he was past the security area, I lunged at him, grabbing
him and hugging him tightly. I whispered my love and joy at his arrival. He
squeezed me in return before planting a wet kiss on my burning lips. He
looked tired, but not completely destroyed by the trip. We still had a
short delay before our flight to Zürich.

We made our way to the bar to await the departure of our flight to
Zürich. Once we had our champagne, we sat at a small table in the corner
and he told me of his business dealings and the grueling trip from Los
Angeles.  I told him we could cancel our plans for St. Moritz, and spend
our vacation at home, here in Aix-en-Provence. He assured me that he wanted
to go to St. Moritz, and was willing to suffer through another flight and a
train trip to get there. While we talked, I felt him slide closer to me,
and soon his arm was around me and his thigh was rubbing against mine. He
kissed me deeply, and then whispered in my ear how much he had missed
me. His actions and words sent shivers down my spine, and lit my internal
fires. Had we not been in a public place, I would have torn his clothes off
and let him ravish me on the spot. I reached my hand to his pants, and felt
the familiar firmness between his legs. I squeezed and massaged him, and as
I did, we heard the speaker system announce the departure of our flight to
Zürich. We grudgingly ended our embrace and headed to the departure
gate.

After our arrival at the boarding gate, we boarded immediately. The flight
attendant showed us to our seats and offered to help with the hand held
luggage. The flight attendant immediately served us Champagne, to help pass
the time until departure. While sipping the wine, we chatted about getting
to St. Moritz and beginning our holiday.

With the wine glasses removed, we prepared for take off. Without further
ado, we taxied to the tarmac and began the long roll down the runway. In no
time, we were airborne, and the flight attendant returned with fresh wine
glasses and a bottle of private stock Champagne. He opened the bottle for
us and poured. He also told us that the flight was nearly empty and that we
had the first class cabin to ourselves.

We put the armrest dividers up and made our seats into a small
loveseat. John slid over to me, and put his arm around my shoulder. He then
tickled my ear with his pinky finger, driving me crazy with desire. This
was his signal to me that he wanted/needed to have his pénis serviced.

We rang for the attendant, and requested pillows and blankets. He adjusted
the air conditioning jets, and brought us our pillows and blankets.

I gave the attendant a conspiratorial wink, wordlessly letting him know
that we were about to engage in some mile high fun. He responded by turning
down the cabin lighting, and then assured us he would not disturb our
privacy. He also told us to ring if there was anything we needed.

I wasted no time in getting our seats fully reclined, and the pillows
placed for comfort. As John reclined and got comfortable, I let my hand
drift down to his belt buckle and I released it. Then, gently grasping the
zipper beneath it, I lowered it in a single pull.

Once the zipper was down, I opened the front of his pants as far as they
would go, and started a slow, sensual massage of his pénis and scrotum
through the silk of his boxers. As I felt his manhood stiffening, he lifted
himself slightly to permit me to slide his pants and boxers down over his
knees. Once fully exposed, I grasped his uncircumcised maleness and slowly
retracted his foreskin. When fully retracted, I began a teasingly slow up
and down stroking. After only a few minutes, he told me to stop teasing and
get down to business, that he had not unloaded in two days, and needed to
do so.

I quit the teasing and lowered my lips to his glans. I slowly took him into
my mouth, sucking softly with my lips while running my tongue in circles
around the head. I pulled his foreskin up over the head and let it slide
over my tongue. Once in place, I squeezed the foreskin closed with my
fingers and allowed my tongue to swirl between it and the head, while I
nibbled on his foreskin. John always liked this maneuver, and he responded
with a soft moan and gentle upward push, forcing more of his stiffness into
my mouth. I increased the amount of suction I was applying, and increased
the stroke rate. Soon I felt pre cum spreading outward from Johns'
slit. His hands were soon on the back of my head and neck, and I knew he
was ready to unleash his load. I increased the speed of the stroking, and
licked his scrotum with each downward stroke. I felt the flesh covered orbs
pulling up close to his body and I knew he was almost there. Johns'
breathing increased as my sucking increased. Without warning, I felt his
hands push me all the way down his cock, and I could feel him pulsing. With
a quick scrape of my teeth up his shaft, I positioned myself to where I had
only the head in my mouth. Using my tongue at lightening speed, I rubbed
the sensitive underside, causing him to erupt. His semen poured into my
mouth, allowing me only seconds between blasts. I took a fast taste, and
then swallowed, making room for the next shot. He pulsed eight times,
before slowing to just a dribble. I managed to take all of his semen
without losing a drop. I held the last of his semen in my mouth for a
moment, savoring the flavor.

I finished swallowing, and sat myself up in the seat, while pulling the
blanket over Johns' exposed groin. Just as I covered him, the attendant
arrived with warm, lemon scented, damp towels so we could clean up. He also
had more wine for us to enjoy.

Once I cleaned John, I pulled his pants and boxers up, zipped his zipper,
and buckled his belt.  He leaned against me, and was soon asleep, snoring
softly in my ear.

The remainder of the flight was uneventful, and we arrived in Zürich
nearly on time. As we prepared to disembark, the attendant was there to
help with our carry on luggage. As we left the plane, John slipped a $100
bill into the attendant's pocket, while thanking him for his attentiveness
and discretion.

We made our way through customs to the baggage claim area. The Air France
concierge provided luggage pickup, as well as an electric cart to take us
to the train station under the main terminal of the airport. The ride was
short riding on the cart, and we soon arrived at our train.

The train concierge met us on our arrival and arranged to transfer our
luggage to the train. He then escorted us to our seats in the premier
car. The car was beautifully appointed, and the seats luxurious. There was
ample legroom, and a reasonable amount of privacy. He invited us to the
club car for drinks, and informed us that the trip to Chur would be just
over an hour, with a five-minute transfer to the St. Moritz train. The
final leg of the journey was a three-hour trip.

After drinks in the club car, we returned to our seats and John reclined
his seat back as far as it would go, and got comfortable. In minutes he was
asleep, snoring softly. I smiled, leaned over and kissed him gently on the
forehead. Then I turned to look out the window, and saw that a light snow
had begun to fall.