It was an amazing busy period, my appointment diary had been filling up steadily and new clients were coming at us thick and fast, this particular event happened whilst on a trip to Liverpool on a bright autumnal Friday morning. The previous day was also in the North West of England so I stayed over in the Albert Docks knowing I'd be bright and fresh for my new client.
Being a centrally placed hotel I arranged for my meeting to take place in the reception area of the hotel and so was able to make it an early start, so at 8.30 am I sat alone drinking coffee awaiting my new client, having spoken to Paul I knew he was around 6 foot tall and with grey hair (much like myself) and right on queue a handsome man approached and introduced himself. For those of you who have read my other stories you will know I'm in my early forties and living a happily married life, however in recent years I have discovered the joys of other men, mainly its just mutual masturbation and oral with similar like minded men and on the odd occasion I get together with a gay man I met for some bloody good full naked fun.
Anyway, this guy Paul was indeed very smartly dressed and also very handsome, it's hard to liken him to a type but the Classic suited gentleman look pretty much describes the both of us. The conversation went pretty much as most of my meeting do until he noticed my penis shaped cufflinks.
"wow, those are fantastic!" he said "Where did you get them?"
"Oh in a shop in Soho" I replied "they get a lot of people talking"
Paul leaned forward to take a closer look and in doing so he looked me in the eye, it was a look that's hard to define but a look with a welcoming smile and a longer period of eye contact which to me instantly opened up those desires that I keep well hidden. As always my doubts have a great say in how I interpret things and so if there was more to him than meets the eyes then I'd need stronger signs than just a smile.
My cufflinks were of an erect thick penis with tight balls and foreskin pulled back, they depicted a thick girth on a shortish knob with a bend in it, Paul laughed about then and then gave another sign to which I interpreted as just that, he said that the dick can be a beautiful thing and something to admire and not just something of a taboo subject, as he finished this statement he again looked directly into my eyes.
Paul was most certainly my type and probably the type of most of the women in the hotel lobby, maturely handsome and in good shape, his suit expensive and his accessories immaculate; if I was right then I had the perfect excuse to move things on. The sale of our products is heavily reliant on approval of samples and as I hadn't checked out of the hotel yet I could go back to my room to fetch them, or get Paul to come back with me.
The conversation moved back to business and I think we were both heading towards the same close, the topic of samples soon came around and I quickly offered to return to my room to fetch some, I was just about to tag the line "or you could come with me" with the excuse of more space or something along those lines when Paul beat me too it.
"Oh don't bother with that" he quickly added, "I'll come with you, it would be too messy to do that down here"
"No problem" I replied, feeling the swelling in my pants growing "this way"
I jumped to my feet, gathered my brief case and led the way to the second floor suite I was in, with it being an early meeting I knew time was in my favour and so the "Do not disturb" sign was going on the door.
Once inside and alone together there was a strong feeling of nerves and anticipation and looking at Paul I guess he felt the same, he just stood there looking; or waiting for the next move. As always this move was always the most critical, what if I was wrong about him?, what if I embarrassed him or he got offensive with disgust?.
As I hoped I needed not have worried, as I removed my jacket I looked at Paul and caught him staring at my bulging trousers
"Do you always do business with a raging hard on?" he quizzed with a smile "or is there something on your mind?"
Looking down my stiffy was much more proud than I though and impossible to hide, I ran my hand over it and made a comment about my dick not being a hypocrite, I laughed that it always does that around attractive people.
Paul made a deliberate look around the room and returned his gaze to mine, "I guess that's me then" he smiled
"I guess so" I added "like I said, my dick is no hypocrite"
"I think you need to attend to it don't you?" he ordered as his gaze returned to my crotch
"Well you are the customer, and you know what they say about customers always being right!"