I’d noticed her a lot lately. The dark coloured girl on the bus, always sitting a few seats ahead of me.
I was immediately drawn to the silken nature of her skin. Her facial features, smooth and fine lines where her skin caressed her facial outline.
She was one I fantasised about knowing she would never give someone the likes of me a second glance.
We alighted at the same stop and I always stood back to allow her space to disembark. She’d nod her thanks as she moved ahead of me and once off the bus stepped away in the opposite direction to me.
Yesterday she stopped on the pavement and turned to me smiled and waved as she strode off towards her work place.
I was stunned to receive such attention. I thought on it all day. I allowed myself to picture her, long athletic legs, her hair flowing from the ponytail she kept it in order with. But that flashing smile, the twinkle in her eyes and the mischievous way her lips curled when waved at me, had enthralled me.
The next day she sat a seat closer to me and as we alighted she extended a hand announcing her self as Catherine with a ‘C’. I introduced myself, mumbling my name before stumbling after her as the bus came to our stop.
She asked me if I was free that night and if I’d come to dinner.
She was moving much faster than I anticipated but I said yes and we exchanged phone numbers.
I received a message later that day with her address and a request not to be late.
I was a punctual sort of guy and turned up on time. Dinner was amazing, she could cook, she was entertaining and we spoke of our respective lives before the time beckoned me to leave.
As I went to her front door she took my hands and thanked me for a wonderful night. I too was grateful; I had enjoyed being in her company and was sorry the night had to end.
It was then she kissed me and my knees went to jelly.