I checked my blackberry again for the umpteenth time. Still no message from Nicola about how I would find this new guy, Sam, who was going to work with me and who had recently joined our Paris office. I stuffed the phone back into my suit jacket pocket and hung the jacket on the extended handle of my cabin luggage.
The queue for cabs outside the terminal building was not moving very quickly and although it was pleasantly warm, what I really wanted was (apart from the obvious) a good shower, some dinner and a glass or two of merlot. Behind me was a group of young early twenties men who looked to be on the way home after a week of sangria fuelled holiday somewhere in the Med. They were loud and beginning to grate but they were just having a laugh. In between their deep leacherous chuckles there were stares and whispered comments obviously about someone further along the queue.
I turned to see who they were talking about.
She was average height, her strawberry blonde hair swept up in a knot and squeezed under a sports cap. Long strands of hair had fallen loose across her face which as I looked at her she tucked behind her ears. She was slim with a boyish figure,a flat stomach, small tits, narrow hips and legs that were in proportion to her upper body. She was wearing a tight white string t shirt that showed off her deep tan (despite the blonde hair) and made the most of her figure. I wondered how often she worked out at a gym to have such a great figure. There was a gap that showed off more of her tan before the top of her low waisted three quarter length olive cargo pants. Just visible was the lacey top of her underwear. Her sunglasses were hooked down the front of her t shirt. The effect being to pull the already flattering neck line further down. The necklace, which had large wooden beads strung along a leather lace, looked understated and classy.
On her feet I noticed she was wearing a pair of flip flops and her toe nails were painted matt black – the tan was good even on her toes.
The queue moved a few feet. She moved to pick up her case and as she bent her legs, the low waisted cargoes parted from her back and the lacey topped pants showed themselves to be in fact a lacey g-string. The lads behind me became much louder as they spotted this wardrobe malfunction with the normal cat calls and giggles. My eyes made contact with hers and I raised my eyebrows as if in a kind of apology. She flashed me a wide smile to acknowledge an act of friendship and then waved her hand in front of her face as if to say how warm it was. I smiled back and commented something about what the flight must have been like if they had been on it. She nodded, leant towards me and said quietly that she could take all of them on and spit out their bones if she wanted. There was something in her eyes and in the surprisingly husky voice that had the trace of a European accent that made me believe she probably could.
I took the courage to fish out of my duty free bag an unopened bottle of water, condensation beginning to run down the outside to show it was still cold. I twisted the cap open and offered it to her. She flashed me that smile again and said quietly about me being an angel in disguise. Being the well brought up kind of guy I am, I replied the pleasure was all mine. She took the cap off, took a generous swig, her eyes closed for a moment, wiped the top of the bottle with her hand and offered it back to me. “go on, have some, there isn’t anything I have you couldn’t possibly also have.” I took a swig, the cold water almost sizzling as it found the back of my throat.
“Are you here on business or do you live here?” she asked. I told her I was on business and it was my first time. I added that I hadn’t a clue where I was going other than an hotel with Royale in the title. But where it was and how far that was I didn’t know for sure. She laughed, “That is where I am going too. I am visiting also but I know the town quite well. I studied here as a student.”
By now the queue had moved. There had been two or three groups in front who took cabs together. My new friend was next but turned to me and suggested it made sense to travel together if we were going to the same hotel. I nodded and made to lift my case as the next cab swept in. You can imagine the noise the group of lads made when they realised what we were doing. As my new friend went to lift her bag, the strap burst and she staggered a bit, droping on to her knee to see if it was easily fixed. From where I was standing the view down her front was awesome and something stirred in me as I took in the view. I quickly recovered and offered to pick up the bag and put it in the boot of the cab. She looked up a little bit flustered and mouthed her thanks.
We were quickly on our way. Both of us in the back with the windows down. Air conditioning wasn’t an option for the driver. There was a pregnant pause.
I saw the driver look at us in the rear view mirror. He asked me where we were going but before I could fish the detail out of my pocket, she answered for us and asked if he could go via The Green. I thought nothing of it but I did think she was one super confident person and very attractive with it.
I turned to ask her something, but as I started she also spoke to me. We laughed. I gesticulated for her to carry on. She said, “sorry, so did you like the view back there?” I looked at her, a little embarrassed to be found out. I mumbled something about being very sorry but yes it was a commendable view . I waited a moment, before asking whether anyone had sole rights to the view. She looked puzzled as she tried to interpret what I said. “I mean, do you have a partner?” she looked away, thought for a moment and then turned her head to look straight in my eyes. Her eyes were a deep green and they shone with teasing,”Well, we will just have to see won’t we?”. She laughed and took the cap pff her head and ran her fingers through her hair.
Now we were relatively alone i had the opportunity of appreciating her even more. Her face had high cheek bones, her lips were full and i noticed for the first time her freckles over her nose and cheeks and down over the exposed part of her chest and arms. They were sun freckles and there was something about her that made me want to know more about her.
“I am Craig”, I said. She turned and stuck out her hand. “Nice to meet you Craig. My name is Samantha, but my friends call me Sam. So what’s the plan for tonight and tomorrow?” I looked at her somewhat stunned.
“Tonight and tomorrow?” I asked.
“Yes. We should have dinner or something and if you are going to be here a few days as I am we ought to plan some free time things”.
Next episode – soon
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