I was sat in a quiet corner of the bar in Geneva Airport indulging in a spot of people watching whilst waiting for my flight. It was nearing midnight and the few people that were about looked tired and bored. I had just sat down with my second drink when a tall, well built man walked into the bar. He was in his late 40's, bald but good looking, with a smart suit that was obviously tailor made. He stopped at the bar before making his way to a table near to mine. Sitting down, he took a pack of expensive looking cigars from his suit jacket and a box of matches from his trouser pocket, lit one and began to smoke slowly, sipping his drink occasionally. As I watched I began to wonder if what they say about bald men was true. I decided that in his case it probably was. And as I imagined what his big cock would look like, feel like, taste like, I felt my own beginning to rise. At that moment he looked over and smiled, he'd caught me staring at him and I blushed. I smiled back and then looked down at my drink. When I next glanced up he was standing the other side of my table, drink in one hand, cigar in the other. "Fancy some company?" he asked. "I've got a bit of time before I'm due off." "Sure," I replied, my face still a little red. "I was people watching but there's no-one to watch." I tried another smile but it was a feeble attempt to hide my embarassment. He took the seat next to me, put down his drink and stretched out his legs. But as much as I tried, I couldn't help but take the occasional glance at his crotch as we chatted. He had quite a bulge and my mind began to stray from the conversation. After about 10 minutes of small talk, he'd finished his cigar and both our drinks were almost empty. We'd covered the usual topics (work, travel etc. etc.) when he said, smiling; "So, you want to take a closer look?" I could feel myself blushing again. He must have seen me looking. "Sorry," I mumbled back, trying to think of something to say. "A closer look?" "Or perhaps more than a look?" My heart began to beat faster. Now was my chance to find out if what I had imagined earlier actually existed. But before I could reply he stood and said, "I needed to use the gents anyway," then turned and walked off leaving me sitting at the table. It took me a moment but I got to my feet and followed. As I entered the toilets he had already taken up a urinal and was unleasing a torrent into the bowl. He looked over his shoulder as I entered, "So you wanted a closer look after all," he said. I stood a few feet inside the door. "Well here it is, don't be shy," he chuckled, finished his piss, and turned round to face me. I slowly began to move towards him. His cock was hanging through his flies, dripping slightly. It was still limp but big. I was close now and reached down to grab his balls. They were smooth and heavy, and as i squeezed them gently his shaft began to thicken. He stood quite a bit taller than me and as I looked up I saw his eyes closing with pleasure. With my hand still caressing his balls i sank down to my knees so my face was level with his ever growing cock. By now his foreskin had rolled back enough for me to see his eye and the precum was already flowing from it. I couldn't help but to stick out my tongue and taste his juice. He moaned at the first contact with my wet, warm tongue, and by the time i'd run it over his balls he was fully hard. His cock was at least 8 inches, straight and thick, with a perfectly shaped tip that was already flushed a dark red. Neither of us were in the mood for teasing any more so I slowly slid my lips over his throbbing bell end and as far down his shaft as I could manage. "Thats better," he moaned, "take it deep into your throat." By now his cock was slippery with my spit and sliding in and out of my mouth ever more frantically. He placed his hands on the back of my head and forced it deep into my throat, I gagged a little with the sheer size of it but that seemed to spur him on. My tongue was out and he was fucking my face fiercely, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I could feel his cock beginning to twitch. I kept his bulging tip in my mouth, my tongue circling it, and began to wank his cock into my mouth. I increased the rhythm, and began to squeeze his balls with my spare hand. His cock began to twitch, then it jerked upwards and his muscles tightened. He moaned for several seconds as the orgasm washed over him before releasing spurt after spurt of thick, hot, salty cum into my mouth. Each time his cock slackened and hardened he sent a new jet over my tongue. By the time he'd finished my mouth was full of his seed, some was dribbling from the corners of my lips. I kept the tip of his cock in my mouth until it began to go limp. Then I released it from my grasp and wondered how I was going to swallow such a big mouthful of cum. It took two gulps but this seemed to please it's provider. I lapped up the last few drips seeping from his eye, and gave his cock a final clean. He stuffed it back into his trousers, then said, "I've got a flight to catch." Just before he reached the door he stopped, pulled a business card from his pocket, and dropped it on the floor.