What a disaster, James thought to himself, waiting to get off the airplane in Paris. A last minute trip through his least favorite airport and there was still an overnight train ride to get to his final destination. James normally enjoyed train rides but the cramped economy seat across the Atlantic was rough on his six foot frame. New leadership was cutting costs left and right to try to make a good impression on the CEO and the board, never mind how it impacted people.
Finally making it off of the plane, James followed the flow of people, shaking his head at the ridiculous decision to have multiple terminals start with the number two. It didn't help that French security guards would randomly yell incomprehensible statements, expecting to be understood like it was Pentecost or something. There had only been enough time before departing to learn a comedically useless set of phrases: "où est mon passeport?" or the classic "il y a un chat dans mon pantalon!"
Hoping he never had to use either phrase in real life, James finally reached the train station. There was at least an hour before the train arrived so he looked around until he found a small coffee and pastry shop tucked in the corner. Lo and behold, they had one of his favorites: a particularly tasty custard danish. Forsaking coffee at the late hour, James ordered the sparkling apple juice and found a quiet spot in the corner.
"Well, aren't you going to say hello?" a soft, delicate voice asked, causing James to nearly choke on the bit of danish he was enjoying. Somehow he had sat down next to a table occupied by a particularly beautiful woman, now staring at him with wide, dark eyes. After a few seconds, James awkwardly swallowed the bite of danish and tried to recover. That was made difficult by her continued stare and a growing smile on her face.
"Sorry, my mouth was full-" James started.
"I'm familiar with that problem," she interrupted, smiling even wider.
James paused for a moment and looked at her a bit more carefully. Brown, shoulder length hair framing a face showing her to be a bit older than he was. The dark, playful eyes; lightly freckled skin revealed by the V of a dress of some sort; what appeared to be very sizeable breasts, around the size of cantaloupes; a dark jacket covering her shapely legs. No wonder he didn't see her in the shadows of the dimly lit cafe. And was that a wedding ring? His was clearly visible on his hand, now wiping crumbs from his face.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to share the company of a beautiful woman tonight but perhaps fate is making up for that cramped flight across the ocean," James said.
"Play your cards right and we'll see what happens," the woman said, sipping on her drink.
By this point, James was sporting an increasingly obvious erection. Although he tried to travel comfortably, there was also the freezing plane to consider when choosing what to wear. Since it was early spring and still very cool in the evenings, he had opted for a heavier pair of workout pants; this was normally a great choice for travel but it revealed certain things a lot better than a pair of jeans.
"You can call me Claudia," the woman apparently named Claudia said, reaching out her hand. She chose to keep her lower body still which meant she had to lean over to shake his hand. James almost missed her hand as he was treated to that most magnificent of views; he couldn't help but imagine her body on top of his, her breasts hanging down in front of his face, him sucking and licking one of her nipples as she slowly rode his dick.
Claudia, for her part, almost missed his hand as well. She had caught sight of a monstrously large shape forming in her new acquaintance's pants. It made a particularly large twitch as their hands met, causing her mouth to open slightly and her eyes to go slightly out of focus as she imagined what it would feel like in her hand, in her pussy, fucking her silly in her hotel room. Too bad she wouldn't have one until her flight out in a few days.
After way longer than a normal handshake should have lasted, they both realized they were staring at each other quite shamelessly. James didn't let go of her hand, instead introducing himself. "I'm on travel for work, just passing through the airport to get to a client's site for the next few days," he said.
Claudia smiled and replied, "Oh, well, I'm just traveling for pleasure," with an exaggerated wink. "I'm waiting for a friend of mine to fly in and then we're going to take a tour of the countryside."
"That sounds... delightful," James said, slowly running his thumb over the back of her hand. "When do you head out?"
