Black. Leather. Jacket. That's all she saw. Not his face, not his body, not him, just that black leather jacket. As soon as she saw it, that's all that mattered.
Black as night yet with the shine of the sun. The leather, smooth as silk but rough as stone at the same time. She wanted her hands all over that jacket.
Then she noticed the guy in the black leather jacket. A mop of blond hair growing out of a head with a cute face attached to a body that looked awesome. Backpack slung over one shoulder, hands stuffed in pockets, legs conversed in a sexy walk. Now she wanted her hands all over the guy in the jacket.
A lit ciggarette hung from his mouth, burning slow and red. Just like the passion inside of her.
What a thrill it would be to kiss those salty lips. To taste the lingering bit of tobacco that hung there. To run her tongue over his smoke stained teetha nd to touch his tobacco stained fingertips, to feel them on her.
Smoking disgusted her! But it looked so good on him. It fit his image so well. Like a matching outfit, it went with his leather jacket.
She wanted it. Like a child in at toystore at Christmas time. She wanted him. He was the forbidden piece of bitter-sweet chocolate she was craving. And what a piece it was!
An ache grew inside of her. She wanted what she couldn't have, like always. He would be good for her, probably not to her, but for her. He'd help release all the demons inside of her, angelic little her.
She noticed he was looking at her. She didn't realize she'd been staring at him but he had. She looked away, cheeks flushing red. How embarrassing!
She dared one last glance at him. He was smiling at her, a small, kind of smug, sexy smile. He gave her a sly look, teasing her.
She sighed, a long deep sigh. She started to take a deep breath but it caught in her throat. He was walking over! He was walking straight towards her, smiling and staring at her. She couldn't believe it. Her heart raced and thumped in her chest.
Suddenly her boyfriend and his girlfriend appeared out of no where. They walked off in opposite directions, still staring at each other. The moment frozen in time.
