After few days she noticed me doing this and started eye contact. Looking in her eyes was a very a very good feeling. First her waist and then her eye...Slowly slowly after 1 month got some courage and said hi too her, she ignored and this sacred me. But still again the next day tried doing the same. She responded with a Hi. That was it. Our eye contacts where saying all. But someone had to take a leap.After hi., the conversation went ahead we exchanged mobile numbers and then started normal. "I would love to live in this area and dine here all the time." "Wait until you try the food. It's even better than you think." Mark had been recommended to this restaurant by one of the Senior Executives of the Company he had previously worked for. A waiter approached and handed them both the food and wine menus. He left with their drink orders and an order for Champagne to be served later with their meal. Mark muttered something under his breath. "What was that?" asked Beth. "I want a. It was a poor strategy to wear high heels for a couple trying to leave the country unnoticed.At a casual first glance, her face showed no make-up. Depending on the light, her eyes were blue, green or gray. Like a coat of DuPont Chrome Illusion, her eyes changed color as you walked around her. She had the chiseled nose and cheekbones of a Scandinavian; perhaps Norwegian or Dane. Her rear did not wiggle like the sassy Americans. She seemed to glide along. The only telltale sign she was walking. As I rounded the corner I was greeted by the sight of my coat slung up onto a concrete block. It acted as a barrier between the cold snow-covered cement and the exposed, plump brown flesh of her ass. The straps of her dress dangled beneath her large breasts. Her nipples stood rock hard from the cold, but the same couldn't be said for the warming sight of her spread legs and fingers diving in and out of her soaked pussy.I didn't need any more of an invitation. Like I'd been hypnotized, I stepped.