By Hegre
The first time I saw her I saw her from behind. I was standing in the cue in the lobby of hotel Splendide in northern France. We were both cueing to check in. The Splendide was an old chatau rebuilt into a small hotel. Even from this angle I could see she was a very attractive young woman. I saw her shoulder-length black hair. I saw her feminine curved back. I saw her ass.
It was huge.
Not fat, just large and sexy.
I saw the smooth skin the colour of dark chocolate. I could eat her up! Then I heard her speak. She was American! I had been traveling around French countryside for two months now, and I remembered how much I missed someone from home.
Her name was Tisha Taylor and she spoke no French and the hotel staff barely spoke any English. I speak French fluently, so I offered my services as a translator. After having checked in we just kept chatting. We were the only English-speakers at the hotel, and we hit of at once. We sat around talking all the time. We talked about France, US politics, movies on all sorts of subjects. It was nice having someone from home to talk to after traveling around in Europe for months. But to be honest it also felt great for an ordinary guy to spend time with a smoking hot girl nearly half my age. For all the interesting talks we had, I could have sat through them without hearing a word. Tisha’s face was strikingly beautiful. Her hair was naturally jet-black, as were her eyes. Her nose was wide, but not very. But her mouth! Her red lips were thick as a thumb, the upper lip even fatter than the lower. She could make me gasp just by pouting. When she talked I would stare at her lips moving, completely hypnotized. Thankfully Tisha just thought I was a good listener.
The morning of the third day I found Tisha in the lobby. She was sobbing and wiping tears away. Tisha told me she had planned to check out, take the bus to the airport and fly home to the USA. But a volcano had an eruption, on Iceland of all places, and all traffic on the airport was banned. Strange but true. I tried to calm her down and told her the travel insurance would cover the re-scheduled plane ticket and the rest of her stay at the Splendide. She was aware of that already, but she wanted desperately to get home today. "You understand, It’s my birthday today!" she sobbed. I congratulated her, but I nothing I said comforted her. She wanted desperately to be with her friends and family at her birthday. To make matters worse, our cell phones were out of range. It was her 21st birthday, so it was a very important day to her.
Then it dawned on me what I had to do: "Well. You have to celebrate your birthday, even if you have to do it here."
