Part 1
Humidity was at an all day high, droplets of water collecting in the promise of a storm.
After a much needed and relaxing weekend in the city, they had decided to take the bus home. Not just because they were still not completely sober, but also because the scenery was too good to miss.
Two light bags were shuffled into the almost empty bus. The only other passenger an old lady who sat in front close to the driver -- probably ready to talk about her ungrateful grandchildren, the weather or some other gossip they had neither interest nor patience for. Thus, they made their way to the very back of the bus, where all cool kids sit.
His slashed, black jeans and washed out white singlet allowed his skin to breathe just enough in this heat, although he already felt ready for a shower. She was just as hot and bothered. A green summer dress was all she could think of wearing, no bra of course. The less fabric, the better. Unless one counted the fabric of her black hat, which not only provided some level of protection from the sun, but also broke style and made her feel a bit more edgy.
Worn out upholstery greeted their exhausted bodies as they sank into their seats. He usually sat closer to the window, as tall as he was. Resting his shoulder on the glass, he closed his eyes. For a moment, they enjoyed the silence, only disturbed by a rumbling engine and distant conversation. They both felt comfortable sitting side by side like that, feeling each other's presence, needing no words to feel safe.
Her deep exhale made him turn his head. One leg propped against the seat in front of her to allow more air flow, eyes closed and one hand massaging her neck, she looked sublime. A fine layer of sweat covered her skin, making it glisten and shimmer in the dim light. Chest slowly rising and falling with deep, slow breaths, he realised she must be fighting some motion sickness. As sweat evaporated from her skin, he smelled her perfume; vanilla, jasmine and sandle wood, musky and powdery, an olfactory aphrodisiac that made his mouth water. Strands of blonde hair stuck to her forehead where her hat revealed it, rosy cheeks and lips, slightly parted; an expression of deep relief and settling relaxation playing on her face. His eyes marveled on the sight. Soft fabric caressing her curves, glistening skin creeping with goose bumps, tattoos shimmering in vibrant colours, nipples hard pebbles under her dress. It took his overheated brain a few second to connect the dots -- she must be getting cold in the air con! Gentleman as he was, he convinced the muscles in his left arm to move, lifted and put it around her shoulders. The reward was a satisfied moan, hat sliding off her head and placing it on his chest.
