My new colleague 
By Dutcher, translated by Trevor
Josef is in for a surprise when he is picking up his new colleage from the airport...


This story happened to me last year and I really like to share it with you...

Last summer, my boss asked me to pick up a new colleague from the airport. As
part of an exchange program with third world countries, Mr Mbeke from Africa
would come over and work at our building company this summer. I could use some
distraction, so I volunteered to pick this person up from the airport. I also
had to accompany him in his first four weeks in Holland (and being a true
Dutchman, I had no problem with the extra pay). There are always things to do
in summer when the weather is fine.

So I am standing at the airport with a sign saying ‘Mr Mbeke'. A colorful
parade of people in traditional African dress passed by after the plane landed
and I see the obligatory salutation ceremonies. I saw some gentlemen passing
by, but all of a sudden a woman walks in my direction.

And what a woman it was. She had a beautiful face and proud expression,
wearing a wonderful traditional dress. At first I thought she was going to
walk me over, but she stopped just in front of me and asked if I was Mr Josef.

"Ahhh.... Y-y-es, I am", I stuttered, "Why do you ask?". She laughed and said
she was "Mr" Mbeke. I blushed and immediately offered my apologies. She said I
shouldn't feel bad and that she had swapped places with a colleague and it was
her who travelled to Holland and the other colleague went to the US. "My name
is Michelle", she said with a warm voice.

Still amazed by her charisma, I uttered that I would carry her suitcase,
because she forgot to get a luggage cart. She said there was no need for that
and that she would carry it herself, because the suitcase was very heavy. "I
have been in the plane for so many hours, my body is screaming for some
exercise". I wanted to be a gentleman and insisted to carry the case.

"Okay", she said and she handed me the suitcase with her arm stretched in
front of her. I took the suitcase and nearly tumbled because of the enormous
weight. With two hands I grabbed the case and with great difficulty I shuffled
to the exit with her. She looked at me and said: "That's very kind of you to
carry my suitcase, but wouldn't it be better if I carried it myself?". Just
great, two gaffes in five minutes, and I still had to spend the next four
weeks with her.

When we arrived at the parking lot, she simply lifted the suitcase with one
arm and put it in the boot of the car and we drove off. I complimented her
with her beautiful dress and a bit nervous, I asked why she wore a scarf
around her neck in this hot weather. It looked like there was something under
that scarf. She said: "There is nothing under my scarf", and she took it off
gently. Then I saw the biggest neck muscles I had ever seen, stone hard,
veined and perfectly round. Good heaven, who is this in my car? I always loved
muscled women, but to experience something like this, no, this can't be
happening.

She saw the smirk on my face and asked: "Do you like a woman with muscles?"
and I stuttered that I didn't find her unattractive. The laughed and said:
"Josef, I come from a big family where everybody had to work on the land. I
was always the strongest and I did all the men's work. Because my father left
us and I had only younger sisters, I did the ploughing, I had to chop the wood
and all the other heavy work. I always wear these wide dresses, because I used
to rip all my pants and sweaters with my big muscles".

I thought she was exaggerating a bit and she read the slight doubt from my
face. "Don't you believe me?", she asked. I smiled back, and looked at the
road in front of me. She rolled up the sleeve of her right arm and I looked
back and almost crashed the car from shock, this could not be real! An
enormous peaked biceps, veins that looked like they were exploding! Wow, what
a sight, I wasn't able to concentrate anymore, all sorts of feelings started
to rise inside of me. "This is not my best body part, I thought it would be
wise not to show you the rest", she said. Well, lucky me, I thought. But then
she seemed to change her mind and slowly pulled up her dress just above her
knees and said: "Have you ever seen legs like these?". She pushed her feet to
the floor of the car and her muscled popped out, her calves contracted. I
almost lost control, my mouth watered and I don't know what else I did. Then
there was a loud BANG and I thought I hit something. I quickly looked back in
front of me, but there was nothing wrong. I looked to my right and Michelle
was sitting further back: her huge legs had pushed through and broken the
seat. She looked surprised and said: "And I did not even reach a full flex!",
and we both laughed out loud.

It became more quiet in car, my andrenaline level was way too high and we were
just an hour on the road.

... to be continued...