While I sipped my coffee, my hand slowly stroked my cock as I watchedhimget ready. He was taking extra care today, as he had somewhere very important to be. Today was a life-changing day for him. My iPad was propped up on the kitchen table, presenting him for my eyes to feast upon. He wandered around his confined living space in gray boxer briefs, enticing me with each step he took. My current view was from the perspective of being on the floor, looking up at him.
I set my coffee cup down when he finally stopped moving about and stood in front of his vanity to shave.Good, now don’t fucking move.With him standing still and his feet slightly parted, I now had a view that I could get my hand moving faster to. Soon, he’d be getting dressed and then my visual of his gray-clad bulge would be gone. I focused on the curves of the fabric while I jacked off.
“Mmm, fuck,” I drawled out as my cum landed on my abs and lounge pants.
I tugged on the fly of the pants and my dick slipped back inside. It took less than a minute for me to come, and just in time for him to set his razor down and walk to his bed where his clothes for the day were waiting. Curling my hands around the coffee cup again, I brought it to my lips and sipped on it while he pulled a white undershirt on.
That was my cue to get a move on myself. I had a very busy day ahead as well.
“See you later, Wolverine,” I said as I locked the screen on my iPad.
* * *
As soon asmy driver pulled away from my home, I called my secretary to let her know that I wouldn’t be in until this afternoon. While I waited for her to answer, I kept my eye on my Rolex and considered the timing for everything today.
“Good morning, Mr. Evans,” she cheerfully said into my ear.
“Morning. I won’t be into the office today until the early afternoon. I’m going to take advantage of the rare beautiful weather and hit the golf course,” I lied.
“That sounds wonderful, Mr. Evans. Have a great time, and we’ll see you this afternoon.”
I hung up and set my cell phone on the console beside my seat before I let myself get lost in my thoughts as I gazed out the window. The quiet time in the car allowed me to think about some of my decisions in the past ten or so years. I had zero regrets and would have done everything again. In hindsight, I would have potentially done a few things slightly different and at an alternate time, but for the most part, I was content with my actions.
Time sped by, and soon the car approached the executive airport entrance. As soon as the car stopped in front of the sliding doors to the terminal, I collected my phone and checked the time. Seconds later, the driver opened my door. I slid the phone into the front pocket of my pants and glanced out to the tarmac. Less than a hundred yards away was the Evans Financial jet.Myjet.
I met the driver toward the rear of the car to collect my garment bag. “Thank you,” I said as he handed the bag to me.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Evans. Trent will be your driver in Ann Arbor. I’ll notify him once you’re airborne.”
“Perfect.” I turned to head inside the small terminal. “I’ll text you when I leave Ann Arbor,” I called over my shoulder.
I approached security, showed my driver’s license, then walked through a metal detector and out another set of sliding glass doors onto the tarmac. I climbed the steps and, once inside the cabin, I was greeted by Jasmine and Derek. Jasmine was one of the longtime flight attendants, and Derek was the only pilot whom I’d ever known to fly the Evans Financial jet.
“Good morning, Mr. Evans,” Jasmine said and smiled.
“Welcome aboard, Mr. Evans.” Derek gave me a nod and recited the flight time of twenty-one minutes from Grand Rapids to Ann Arbor while I handed Jasmine my garment bag. “Your plans are to remain in Ann Arbor for a few hours, correct?” Derek asked.
“That’s correct. I should be back on board within three hours,” I confirmed.
“Very well. We’ll be on standby and will have the jet ready to return to Grand Rapids.”
Derek returned to the cockpit while Jasmine and another flight attendant secured the hatch. On my way to my seat, I could see that Jasmine hung my bag on the rack across from the bathroom. I took my seat and stared out the window until we were in the air. With my cell phone in hand, I pulled up a picture of Riley Tucker from his high school graduation. It seemed like the photo was taken just yesterday.
“It’s almost time, Wolverine,” I murmured as I gazed at his picture. I couldn’t wait to get a new picture for my collection today.
The flight from Grand Rapids to Ann Arbor went by in a blink, and as soon as we pulled into the spot reserved for private jets, I went to my garment bag and retrieved my navy and maize tie. I stepped into the bathroom, flipped up the crisp shirt collar, and slid the tie around my neck and tied it. I folded the collar over the tie and left the bathroom. I grabbed my black suit jacket from the hanging bag and slid my arms into the sleeves.
Trent was waiting with the door to the back seat of the Escalade open for me. As we drove away from the airport, he grew chatty.
“Attending the Michigan graduation ceremony today, Mr. Evans?”
“I am,” I confirmed.
“For a friend or family member?” he asked.
I wanted Riley as a friend, and in a way, he was like family. He was the son of my late aunt and uncle’s live-in housekeeper. But Riley didn’t realize yet how much I wanted him to not only be my friend and partner, but to shoulder some family secrets of mine.
“Neither. Yet. I’m attending the ceremony to see a candidate for Evans Financial,” I explained, deciding to keep my response simple.
