It had been a while since I had came to Europe. I missed it. So much culture and history to be found in this country. As my plane touched down, I awoke. I had been out for a while, making up for lost sleep last night. I was rather busy getting ready.
"Mr. Davis," I heard the flight attendant say as she leaned over the chair. "We are here. Welcome to Spain." I nodded. She was so damn hot. I watched her as she checked on a few other passengers. She would occasionally look back and smile at me. I should not have agreed to this mission. I knew she would be here.
Rosa Suarez. She always took the missions to Spain. I was really going to like being around her, but I was going to hate working with her. I could still recall her the last time we worked together. The black leather catsuit she wore for the break in we had to do was stunning. Her full breasts struggled in that tight suit, and her hair was tied back and up. I hadn't seen her since. I followed her progress, though. Numerous successful missions in several latin american countries have been attributed to her from our organization. She was pretty good at what...everything...she did. Still single, remarkably.
"Mr. Davis." That cute flight attendant again. "We have been stopped for five minutes, now. You can get off anytime you would like," she said with a wide smile.
I got off of the plane, heading to the airport bar to relax for a few minutes before the rest of my team arrived. I hope she shows...
[Edited by Snowblind on 08-13-2000 at 03:37 PM]
"Mr. Davis," I heard the flight attendant say as she leaned over the chair. "We are here. Welcome to Spain." I nodded. She was so damn hot. I watched her as she checked on a few other passengers. She would occasionally look back and smile at me. I should not have agreed to this mission. I knew she would be here.
Rosa Suarez. She always took the missions to Spain. I was really going to like being around her, but I was going to hate working with her. I could still recall her the last time we worked together. The black leather catsuit she wore for the break in we had to do was stunning. Her full breasts struggled in that tight suit, and her hair was tied back and up. I hadn't seen her since. I followed her progress, though. Numerous successful missions in several latin american countries have been attributed to her from our organization. She was pretty good at what...everything...she did. Still single, remarkably.
"Mr. Davis." That cute flight attendant again. "We have been stopped for five minutes, now. You can get off anytime you would like," she said with a wide smile.
I got off of the plane, heading to the airport bar to relax for a few minutes before the rest of my team arrived. I hope she shows...
[Edited by Snowblind on 08-13-2000 at 03:37 PM]