The man from Paris that I remember

I am a corporate attorney by profession. At the time I worked for a large multinational and I was sent to Algiers to be a member of the team working on a contract for signature.  Across the isle representing the other side was a French attorney and although representing opposite sides we got along fine. We were both staying in the same hotel and we shared breakfast the day of the signing. He sat across from me, but I felt he wanted to kiss me. At the time I hardly noticed, it is only after reconstructing that it came to mind. 

These are very large contracts, with hundreds of punch list items, our French counsel was there as well. It took four hours for the procedural attorneys to go through it with a fine tooth comb, a team of eight lawyers. But a very large contract, a million here or a million there representing counsel was a drop in the bucket. After the signing I mentioned to my opposing counsel that I had a six o'clock flight that evening back to Paris. He rearranged his travels and we both left the hotel for the airport together.  It's a short flight and he rearranged his seating to sit beside me. During the short flight we talked without interruptions, he invited me to dinner in Paris and to stay with him at his house which was close to the airport for my flight home the next morning. 

When he kissed me and invited me to sit down and he became personal my instincts flared up. But he kissed me, and I am not talking about some impersonal kiss, these were kisses with meaning. I succumbed, surrendered, I let him open my pants and play with my cock before lowering his head to suck me. He sucked me with purpose, the sort of bj that makes you surrender further. He was the first man who was uncircumcized that I sucked, he told me that he liked Americans because they had such nice cocks. We had moved from the living room to the bedroom and were now full contact sport mode. He was very intent on kissing and showing affection and I liked that of him. 

I gave into him, as I had been doing all night. He was very dominant at that point, and he drove home his intentions. For a small man he had a nice sized cock and I enjoyed him giving me the treatment. He came after a few minutes and we lay there both naked, enjoying the moment together. The rest of the evening, the night together, the ride to the airport all seemed routine. But never the kiss, that man could kiss me, and that's what I most remember. That's what won me over, it's to his kiss that I surrendered. A man that kisses like that is a man to remember.