A Memorable Encounter

It was a long and tiring journey across the high seas, but worth every minute when suddenly my eyes met hers in the area of arrivals baggage claim.
Dressed in a transparent chiffon saree and a frilled collar neck blouse, she oozed womanly appeal. Well toned, with a great cute nymph like look, standing over five and six.

The outline of her maroon bra was clear through her blouse. Her adequately sized butt was so provocative as she leaned over to reach the cigarette lighter mounted on the wall. She was a very desirable lady, and I was struggling with myself on how to start a conversation. I was unsure whether she was a traveller into the metropolitan city or a local.

She strode over to the table, across me. She had her face downwards, focusing on each puff, deep in thought. She seemed pensive, and somewhat lonely. I used this opportunity to hungrily appraise her. The very sight drove a hard-on. She looked up then. I smiled and it returned, but soon she glanced at the door and stubbed out her fag.

Ruing the lost chance, I quickly got up and followed her as she made her way towards the baggage carousel. I was following her steps, a few feet behind her, and admiring her svelte and truly sophisticated figure as the epitome of womanly sexuality, when she stopped abruptly in her tracks, causing me to bump into her, causing her to drop her clutch.

I gasped, as this was not an intentional act of mine. I stammered my apologies, as she looked at me with a look that kind of hinted a deliberate act on her part. Not willing to believe that a goddess like creation would want me to bump into her on purpose, I bent down to pick up her dropped purse, and what a sight I was treated to.

As I picked up her purse and glanced up, I saw her looking down at me, a playful smile dancing on her lips. While I was still apologising, she smiled at me, took a step aside, and took her purse from my proffered hand. She smiled, this time a tad wistful, and said, "I was in thought, and I don't know what caused me to stop. It was my fault, not yours," she added.

"Is there anything I could help you with," I offered, wanting to make the most of an opportunity to befriend her.
"This isn't my baggage carousel, that's what caused me to stop," she explained.
I spied my bag, and hauling it off the belt, I offered to help her with her baggage.

She looked at the information display on the carousel, and it turned out that her bag was on the adjoining belt. I followed her, and she pointed out to a purple suitcase, and I promptly pulled it off and placed both our luggage on it and led the way out to the exit. She walked beside me, as though we were people who were known well to each other.

As we walked out of the door, she placed her hand on me, as if for support. I walked towards the taxi stand, and stood in line, with her, just millimeters from me. Our turn came, I looked at her, and asked, "Where is it that you are headed to?"
"Wherever you wish, Mister," she replied softly with a risque smile.