It isn’t that warm in the departure hall, but while waiting, she decides to undo her coat buttons. Underneath, I could see that she is of a  slender frame and of delicate built.  Don’t think  she has much on her chest. She stands  still for a while with her coat unbuttoned and then finally takes it off. When I see a pair of lascivious breasts bounce off her form fitting turtle-neck sweater, the sight takes my breath away. A white pearl necklace dangles down from her neck, with its knotted loop snuggly resting in the cleft of her cleavage. She is wearing a knee-length black velvet skirt and a three inches (6.6cm) wide black belt, separating her tight sweater from the skirt. Averting direct eye contact, I let my eyes traverse down from her knee high black boots up to her head, her hair bunched together with a glittery hair clip. I observe that her breasts aren’t as big as they seemed, except that they stand out on her shapely  petite frame. She is a beauty! A tempestuous one at that.

They call the flight once more, but where the hell is the bus? Our heads automatically turn towards each other, our eyes lock.

‘They probably don’t even have the plane there!’ I say.

‘Probably not.’ The ice broken, she responds.

Sind sie aus Deautschland?’ I ask in German.

‘Ja,’ she answers, ‘und sie?

Zur zeit.’

Finally, the bus has arrived. We walk in together. She finds herself a corner seat, I stand  next to her. ‘hier gibt’s noch ein platz’ she points at another folded chair next to her. The plane is only about twenty meters away from the gate, we could have walked. We get off the bus and walk a few remaining steps to the plane.

‘It’s going to be pretty lonely in the first class!’ I say, quickly scanning the small cabin of the empty first class.

‘I guess so.” She agrees and in hurry explains that she had to get the first class ticket because there were no seats left in the economy.

‘Perhaps we can sit together?’ She asks.

‘I would love to, but I don’t think they would let us.’

We walk into the plane. She hands over her pink boarding card to the stewardess and asks her if  I could possibly sit with her. Yes, if I paid the difference in the fare.

We start with champagne and a nice meal. This is my first time ever, traveling in first class.  Not too hard to get used to.  The stewardesses keep refilling our glasses. It is a shame that we only have such a short distance to travel.

The mutual infatuation  between us is apparent. Before we know, we have switched to addressing each other with familiar Du. Our faces so close, our hands overlapping on the arm rest, they find each other and our fingers entwine on their own.  We talk and we flirt. Holding hands, looking deep into each other’s eyes. Her face is a perfect combination of Ingrid and Gisela, two of my prettiest German friends. An exotic mixture that reminds me of Queen Farah Pahlavi of Iran. Really a beautiful woman, I say to myself. Deep green eyes, jet black hair, thin lips and dimpled cheeks.

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