Chapter 1 - Emma's report
February 27th 2024,
I am writing this sitting in a plane on my way over to you. I could die of anticipation and excitement. Finding it really hard to write coherently. Still, I'll try to be as detailed and honest as I can, as you instructed.
Just got back from the bathroom, edged for the 6th time this flight. Probably last before landing. I made the connection ok, I have the window seat, 3a. Business. Yes, I was upgraded. Story of how and why coming below - even though I suspect you already know.
The flight over to Munich was quite short actually. I sat next to this elderly mustachioed man. He was kind enough. I had to get him up once an hour to go edge in the bathroom as instructed. The combination of anticipation and excitement to see you got me so bothered I found it hard not to rub legs against each other and grind against the chair a little. I think the mustache guy may have noticed. He certainly appreciated the minimalist strapless blue dress you chose for me. The fact that it requires me to constantly adjust it to make sure I am at least minimally covered all but assured that all men and most women around me are ogling me with varying degrees of lust and disdain.
My layover in Munich airport: I headed over to gate f21 as instructed, and sat there waiting. I'll be the first to admit I am a huge slut and have been since my teens. I've fucked many good looking guys on first dates and A few less good looking ones as well. But this task had me nervous. Was I even going to get fucked? As you know, I have never been with a total stranger and the thought had me so turned on I want to ask the airport management to crank the A/C. I was totally lost in fantasy land when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked up to see a shockingly handsome asian man looking down at me. He was dressed in a dark gray three piece suit that hugged his body perfectly. He had one of those colorful handkerchiefs poking out of his pocket. He looked to be about 45 years old, but His jet black hair and dark steady eyes gave him something of an age less appearance. like something out of a period movie. I could literally hear my heart pumping, but Mr three piece suit above me looked almost bored.
He handed me his luggage - a mid size leather bag and motioned for me to follow. I struggled to keep up with his brisk pace. He was only holding a briefcase in one hand and nothing in the other. I was on the other hand was stumbling behind awkwardly - with his duffle my backpack and dragging my roller suitcase. After a 15 min walk (this airport is huge) we finally reached the Senators lounge. He checked himself in and motioned toward me explaining something to the receptionist. She looked at me struggling to balance all the luggage and shrugged. I must have looked pathetic. Mr three piece suit took my boarding pass and passport from me. After a few minutes of looking things over, she waved us through. I wasn't sure but it felt like she was giving me a bit of a sinister look?
Mr three piece led us both to a refreshment area towards the back of the business lounge, he picked one of the showering suits, and closed the door, locking it behind us.
Without saying a word he sort of spread his arms to the sides. Wow this guy really doesn't say much I thought to myself. It wasn't hard to guess what he was hinting at though. I got to work undressing him - making sure to neatly hang his clothing on the provided hangers.
