Already there had been an hour delay in my flight and I anticipated it would be even longer, given the harried look and frenzied pace of the gate attendant. I resigned myself to the delay and found a seat in the corner, as far from the crowds as I could. The waiting area in the Schinpol Airport was designed as "central seating" meaning that all passengers for eight gates waited in a large common area. I found a seat next to the window and set my laptop on the seat next to me. No one was sitting across from me, so it was reasonably private, despite the other thousand people waiting with me. I lit a cigarette, got my book and tried to ignore the world.

A few minutes later I saw movement across from me out of the corner of my eye. I didn't look up or acknowledge them, though, since I didn't want to get into a "Let me practice my American on you" conversation. I was tired of Europe and even more tired of Europeans. Still reading my book, I heard the person clear their throat, softly. It was a female, probably young. Great. I glanced up and was pleasantly surprised: sitting across from me was a beautiful girl, probably thirteen or so, with short auburn hair. She was wearing a brown cotton skirt that went down to about mid-thigh. Her cream-colored blouse matched perfectly and I could see her nipples protruding beneath the thin fabric. It was very cold in the waiting area and her body was certainly reacting. Her face was round but not plump. She had dark green eyes that were hypnotic. Her cute button nose had slight upturn, which combined with her short hair and unusual eyes reminded me of a pixie or elf.

I didn't realize I had been staring until she giggled and said, "Bonjour, parle vouz Francais?"

It took me a moment to translate, then I said, "No, I'm sorry. I only speak English. Do you speak English?"

She shook her head no, much to my disappointment. She smiled, shrugged and started to read a magazine. Despite my anti-social attitude, I couldn't help but to glance up periodically at this beautiful young thing. She had noticed my furtive glances and smiled at me when she "caught" me looking. She adjusted herself, pulling her knees up to the side and continued to read. I could just see the light pink triangle of nylon that made up her panties. Despite my fatigue, the sight was exhilarating. In her present position I could see a small amount of her behind and the small fleshy area between her legs. The fabric stretched taught over her pubes and I fantasized about what it would be like to be between her wonderful legs.

An announcement came over the loud speaker that the flight would be delayed at least two more hours and the crowd collectively groaned. I decided to sit tight wait it out. The girl across from me left shortly after, much to my disappointment. She had tried to tell me something through a combination of hand gestures and French, but I couldn't understand her. She finally gave up and left.

I put my legs up on her seat and returned to my book, happy that I had at least gotten a brief panty-glimpse of the young girl's crotch.

A half-hour later the pixie re-appeared. I hadn't noticed her until she playfully swatted at my feet, which were propped on her seat. She thanked me in French and only then did I realize that was what she had been trying to signal me before. I smiled reply and she sat down on the chair. I tried not to stare, as I didn't want her to get upset or anything, but I couldn't help but to take an occasional glance. Again, each time she saw me looking at her she smiled and looked down shyly.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see that she had shifted her position, so that her knees were drawn up to her chest. I glanced up and nearly fell out of my chair! Her skirt, already short, was practically non-existent in that position. Her feet were spread slightly and I had a direct view of her crotch. This time she wasn't wearing underwear. I glanced up at her face and she was staring directly at me, with a wicked smile on her face. I glanced down again between her legs and studied her hairless pussy. The outer folds were slightly parted and I could make out each and every crevice of her entrance. Her pussy was wonderfully pink and glistened in the fluorescent lighting of the waiting area. She had her large backpack on the seat next to her, so even if someone else sat near us, the view was all mine. I smiled at her again, encouraging the behavior and she adjusted her bottom and parted her feet even more, giving me a view all the way to her tiny asshole, pink and puckered......(cont)