Red high heeled shoes Intense Baby Blues
Fish Net stockings Red Ruby lips
Perfect Pearly White teeth
She was so hot she was smoking, though the temperature was close to sub zero, standing there in her suede angle length wool lined coat slightly unbuttoned showing her Grey turtle neck pull over accented by her matching skirt. Yeah I could even see her perfectly shaped legs, which were delicately encased by her semi fishnet nylons high-lighted by a pair of red high-heeled shoes.
You didn’t have to be a poor smuck like me to see that this babe had money, or knew someone that had it and though she looked like she had stepped out of a Roy Liechtenstein picture you knew she was real because you could see the vapor in the air every time she exhaled, as she stood there on the Quay.
“Steady boy” I told myself, “you don’t want to scare her but getting closer would be nice.”
As I discreetly made my way toward her she looked right at me with her intense baby blues and honed right into me as if I were an attack jet coming in for the kill I had been caught red handed like a little kid caught with hands in the cookie jar.
“So what took you so long. I been standing here waiting for you to make a move,” she said through a pair of red ruby lips that showed perfect pearl white teeth. “I could have frozen to death before you got to me,” she smiled with a face of an angel that would have put Michelangelo, De Vinci or any of the great artists to shame.
“Were you talking to me…?”
I asked innocently like some high school pimple faced teenager who had been staring at his classmates crouch through the whole lesson until the chick looked at him and smiled and then turned around.
“Did you have to ask?” she asked with a touch of a Parisian accent.
“Yeah I guess I did,” I blushed.
“How sweet how innocent” she cooed “I haven’t had a man blush for me since I was in the Lycee, High School. I assume you’re taking the same train I am to Paris, yes?’
As far as I was concerned the train could have been going to hell and I would have still nodded my head.
“That’s great we can ride together in my first class cabin.”
“I love to I responded but I am afraid I am in second class.”
“You American’s you worry about everything. Don’t worry they never check me and if they do let me handle everything,” she assured me taking me by the hand and literally pulling to toward the first class section as the train arrived.
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“What do you find the most fascinating in France?”
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