“Hi Beautiful,” Bill said, watching Caroline’s shapely calves climb the steps of the bus before meeting her gaze. Her dark brown eyes peeked up at him from behind her long, thick lashes. A blush crept onto her cheeks and her lips curved into the cutest little embarrassed smile. Bill waited for this look every day. His heart lurched every time.
Today, her long dark brown hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. Bill liked it better when it hung loose, long and straight over her shoulders and down her back. But the ponytail did serve to expose more of the youthful, creamy soft skin he yearned to touch. Just once he wanted to touch her skin. Just to know – did it feel as soft as it looked? Continue reading