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This story depicts a hot hook-up and the beginning of a ROMANTIC relationship between two young programmers who randomly met on an airplane and had an instant attraction.
They have never hooked up before, so it's a new experience for both of them. The chapter focuses on their sexual encounter, but there is more to it than meets the eye...
The whole series is already finished! (4 parts)
Tags:
ginger, long red hair, hairless body, first-time-hookup, gay hookup, gay anal, passionate sex, intense orgasm, big dick, slim body, instant obsession, instant attraction, staring, two nerds, two programmers, plot twist, beginning of romance, beginning of love, interest-at-first-sight, airplane.
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I was stuck in my cramped coach seat, spending the first half of the flight observing this ginger guy. The trip from Sydney to Los Angeles was shaping up to be the usual long and boring transcontinental journey. He was seated in the next row, separated from me only by the aisle, which was often bustling with flight attendants catering to passengers' needs.
At the beginning, right after boarding the plane, I was too absorbed in my phone, signing up for the expensive Wi-Fi connection plan. Finally done, I glanced around. There was no one else nearby except for... him, as all the neighboring seats were unoccupied. Yep, the ginger.
In the first couple of hours, he seemed to be dozing off a lot, giving me ample opportunity to steal glances at him. It was weird because he was pretty average-looking, nothing extraordinary, nothing to warrant staring. But you know how it goes sometimes... the longer you look, the more you find yourself drawn to a person.
That was definitely happening, as I found myself stealing more glances in his direction than I should have, almost compulsively. It was hard to tear my eyes away. He had long rusty-red hair tied in a ponytail, and his pale skin was dotted with freckles. His slightly aquiline nose and the way his upper lip was slightly bigger than the lower one gave his face a cute, almost pouting expression.
He looked very slender, almost like a teenager going through a growth spurt, though I guessed he was around twenty-six, close to my age. He was dressed in an elegant white shirt and gray suit pants, not the most practical attire for a 17-hour flight. He looked like he could have come from a business meeting, or maybe that was just his everyday style. Some people are always dressed formally, like municipal clerks or lawyers.
He wore delicate glasses with platinum wire frames, looking rather expensive from where I sat. I couldn't quite place him - was he a businessman on a trip? A manager from the programmer department? Nah, the clothes were too elegant. Perhaps a bank manager? But the long hair threw me off. I had no idea.
For the first couple of hours, he slept, and I couldn't help but watch him, constantly fighting the urge to stare. Usually, I failed. When he woke up and headed to the restroom, I couldn't resist sneaking a peek at him from behind. He was about 5'9'', with narrow shoulders and hips.
When he returned to his seat, our eyes met, and it felt like electricity surged through me. I didn't know what else to do, so I decided to smile... Grin, actually - it was the kind of smile I used to give when I was keen on... guys. And for some reason, I was interested in him, even though he wasn't my usual type. Typically, I dated people of Asian descent.
My last relationship had ended rather abruptly just five days ago when my boyfriend dumped me, informing me that he was dating someone else and I needed to get the hell out of his life.
And I had even moved to Sydney for the ungrateful motherfucker! I won't lie, our relationship was far from perfect. He complained a lot that I was an antisocial loner, and instead of taking a high-position job as he expected, I preferred the calming lines of code as my everyday companions. I earned good money working remotely on freelance projects, but not as much as I could in a managerial position. We argued a lot, and I knew he was frustrated. He was convinced I was stuck in my comfortable career and not willing to move up in a rat race. He just didn't understand me, I guess, so we were a mismatch after all. I wanted my peaceful and relaxing life, preferably with an e-book on my Kindle, sitting on the terrace, staring at the sunset.
But then, merciful fate smiled on me. The same day I was dumped, I received a phone call from my friend Adam, who said they needed a coder with skills in JavaScript and Python, and I was their man. I took the job on the spot after thinking about it for only a split second. Now, just a couple of days later, I was on board an airplane in the clouds, on my way to Los Angeles.
And there I was, grinning at some ginger man in wire-rimmed glasses. Man, I must have been desperate. He really wasn't even that attractive. Super skinny, freckled, and with this "I'm a bit offended" face expression. But nevertheless - I smiled, yes. And the weirdest thing happened. The ginger reacted. He blushed, pretty intensely. Gotcha. I already knew he was from my tribe.
So, the moment he sat down, the atmosphere changed immediately. We were "feeling" each other. Single, quick gazes, short moments of sparkling eye contact. Almost random, yet obviously... not so random. I felt his energy, his presence, and he felt mine.
But there was one problem. I was never good at picking up people - just like that on the spot. I was a shy programmer, remember? Granted, I had a look about me; I was tall and spent a lot of time in the gym, but I didn't have a "player" personality, nor did I have the so-called game.
In the past, I chose my partners carefully, after a pretty lengthy process of assessment, making sure they would be the right choice for me. I made everything into the logic of algorithms. Did he like that? YES - NO. Did he look like that? YES - NO. If so, we go to another step. If not, oh well. The end of a path. And I had one unbreakable rule:
I never-ever hooked up on first dates!
I liked to do things the old-fashioned way - the "get to know each other" thing, as it just made me feel better about myself, and more confident I selected the right person. Quality over quantity, almost like an advertisement.
I was very careful, almost picky, especially because many guys showed up on dates looking REALLY different than on their profile pictures. There was definitely some very suspicious plague of "weirdly handsome" guys. Yep, the PHOTOSHOP era. Everyone could add some nice abdominals and blur his pimples or acne scars. But the reality, when they showed up, was nothing like that. Sometimes even +80 pounds more than given in their BIO. It's not that I was only focused on looks! I never searched for some model-type guys.
I just simply liked honesty... and that was a pretty good metric of it.
The ginger man seemed to be a glitch in my perfectly working system. Not my type, yet I was drawn to him in a peculiar way, and couldn't stop thinking about him. It was almost like the entire flight became ABOUT HIM. My main attraction.
Suddenly, I noticed his headphones fall to the ground. Hmm. Was it a signal from him? Should I say something, did he give me an easy opening line...? Sadly, I took too long to think, and it was too late. The flight attendant walked past him and... she stomped on the device. She was in such a hurry, she didn't even notice!
"Shit..." The ginger mumbled, pulling the earbuds up and inspecting the damage.
Maybe the situation was still fixable?
I cleared my throat. "Hey, man. I can give you mine if you like, no problem."
He turned his head toward me, and our eyes met again. I noticed his irises were a light hazel. His eyelashes were brown-reddish, such a contrast to what I was used to, dating only Asians.
"Well, thanks, I was gonna listen to some music, but... oh well," he made a light gesture toward the flight attendant. "Shit happens."
"No problem. Here, take it. I was gonna doze off anyway. And I even have spare earbuds, so it will be more hygienic," I winked and smiled again, as friendly as I could.
He responded with a pleasant smile, and as I reached out my hand with the headphones, our fingers lightly touched. I noticed his subtle shiver... How interesting. Is it true that gingers have such delicate, sensitive skin?
"Okay, gonna doze off a bit. Have a nice music session."
He nodded, and I closed my eyes.
But not entirely!
Through a very thin slit between my eyelids, I could see... he was eyeing me!
And it wasn't just the one time, oh no!
He pretty regularly was checking me out - sometimes, staring for a minute or two! Wow, I was curious what would happen if I opened my eyes suddenly and caught him in the act, but I decided against it, and after some time... I really dozed off.
I woke up around 2 hours later, hoping I wasn't drooling on my shoulder. I even checked the corners of my mouth if they were wet. They weren't. Good!
The flight attendant was asking passengers if they wanted some snacks, and I decided to try consuming a standard airplane meal, which I wasn't very fond of, but still decided to go for it.
The ginger also took one portion for himself. Our eyes met again, and this time as he smiled, I responded with this:
"Bon appétit!" I said for the lack of a better saying in English. "Enjoy your meal," always sounded not cool enough to me.
