I decided to take a little side trip to visit a not-too-distant European city in order to give my business trip a little variation. After a couple of days of wandering around to see the sites, I boarded a train to go to where my meetings were to be held. It was late and I was tired.
At the next stop, a bunch of young people boarded the train. "Great," I thought. "Just what I need. A bunch of noisy, annoying kids." They could have been 18 or 22, but they were kids to me.
A couple of the kids sat across from me. I decided to be friendly, so I asked, "Do you speak English?" Her eyes lit up and she responded, "yes!" She explained she wanted to practice her English with someone. So she and I began to talk. Her friend sitting next to her joined in. Then some of the boys jumped in with a few phrases. Eventually, one of her teachers came over to see what we were up to, and also jumped into the discussions.
Now this English teacher was, simply put, Hot! She had a very nice shape, and she was just as energetic in the conversation as were her students. She had long, black, curly hair, a nice smile, and bright eyes. She had that hour glass figure without being too skinny or too round; just right. Although my brain (among other body parts) was interested in her, the students dominated my attention. Many were excited to be talking to an American tourist who would talk to them and answer their questions. The girl in front of me wasn't a knock out, but the part I could see over the table between us looked pretty good. She had light brown hair, and brown eyes, with a great smile. Her passion made her exciting to listen to. She said she was a feminist, and we discussed that for a while, mostly agreeing in the subject areas.
We also talked about how boys treat girls. She explained how the boys in her class would tease her by asking her for her bra size, or they would make fun of her tee shirts that had a message, that said something like, "Do I have your attention yet." The point being that guys paid more attention to her chest than her eyes. She unzipped her jacket and pushed out her chest and pointed to where the message on her shirt would be, right across her chest, testing my ability to resist staring at her perfectly sized orbs. We had already discussed how creepy it was for a 50 year old guy to be talking with a teenage girl, so staring would not be appreciated by anyone other than me. I was thankful she was still talking to me an hour later.
I teased them saying those that wanted to learn English should find an English or American boyfriend/girlfriend. I told them that I had learned Spanish by dating Mexican girls when I was single, and that really helped me learn. The teacher heard the word "mating" instead of the word "dating" and rolled her eyes. She also said she couldn't get an English speaking boyfriend because she was already devoted to her handsome husband, with another roll of her eyes and a smile indicating she was providing the standard answer of a happily married woman. I offered my email address to anyone who wanted to write to me and practice their English. Or I would introduce them to my own teenage daughters who could write to them. My train stop arrived shortly thereafter, and we said our good byes.
After I returned home, I received an email from the English teacher who thanked me for talking to her students. I replied that it was a real pleasure and that I had a lot of fun. I also told her that I expected to return to her city in a few months and I would be happy to help if there was anything I could do. She thanked me and said she would let me know.
A week before I returned to the teacher's city, she wrote to me and asked if I was still coming over to her country because she had some ideas she wanted to talk to me about. I replied "yes" and we agreed to meet at my hotel on a certain evening after her school day and my work day.
The day arrived and I went downstairs to meet her in the lobby. When I saw her, my heart skipped a beat. She looked better than I remembered. She had the same snug blue jeans that nicely showed the shape of her svelte legs. Instead of the sweater that she wore on the train that hinted at what might lie beneath, this time she wore a thin blouse that better revealed the size of each breast, and the color of her bra. And then she smiled with that bright, sweet, sexy smile. I was bothered that my jeans were tight and getting tighter, yet thankful that they must be tight enough to be hiding my involuntary reaction to seeing her.
When I walked up to her, she gave me the customary hug where only the shoulders touch, and a slight kiss on each cheek. That is usually something people do after they really get to know each other, which made me wonder if I had been in her mind a lot over the last few months. It was, perhaps, only wishful thinking on my part.
I asked her if she would like to sit down in the lobby to talk. She looked around, slightly nervous, then asked if it was ok to go to my room. She said that people might see her with me and make bad assumptions, start spreading rumors, and she didn't want that to happen. So I agreed, a little concerned about my ability to resist reaching out and grabbing one is her tempting body parts.
We took the elevator, and I escorted her into my room. I offered her the only chair in the room, or she could sit on the bed, which ever was more comfortable. She looked around and chose the bed to sit on. To show that I was a respectful gentleman, I sat in the chair. She seemed reserved, compared to her friendly demeanor on the train. To warm us up, I started the conversation by asking why she chose to be a teacher and why she wanted to learn English. We talked for a while and she warmed up, bringing back that happy character I knew from the train. We started some light flirting and we kidded about how I might be afraid of her because I was sitting so far away, then she encouraged me to move next to her on the bed. We were within touching range, almost facing each other on the edge of the bed, and her hand landed on my knee more than once, staying a little longer each time.
Then I asked her about the email she sent and the ideas she wanted to discuss. She immediately went quiet and seemed unsure of what to say next.
"To be honest, I just wanted to see you," she said.
"Just see me?" I asked with a knowing smile.
"Well, I don't know. You seemed so nice, and easy to talk to," she said. "And handsome," she added with a smile. "I just wanted to get to know you. You don't live here, and you are not a teacher, so I thought we could spend some time together without things getting complicated."
"I like that idea," I told her. "I'm enjoying your company, and talking to you keeps me from getting lonely in my hotel room in a foreign country," I said with a mock sniffle.
"Ah, do you need a hug?" she asked with a mischievous smile.
"You know?" I said as I stood up, " I do believe that I do." She then stood up and we hugged. After we released each other, I asked, "Is that all? I think I need more hug."
She smiled and we hugged again, without hurrying. This time, she melted in my arms.
We sat down and looked at each other. She was nervous again. I said, "now what?" She shrugged her shoulders and remained quiet. After staring at each other, she commented, "You like to take charge. So take charge."
We had discussed earlier how I was comfortable taking charge and leading in the office when no one else was willing to do so. My boss appreciated it since things got done in a timely manner. Her response was a confirmation that I like being in control.
