She walked into the crowded darkened room, the music pumping; it was her friends costume party. Her costume was ingenious, a schoolgirl innocent yet at the same time sexy. The tartan skirt ending 5 inches above the knee, her white knee high stockings shimmered in what light was in the room, not that anyone could see but under that skirt was a white silk and lace g-string. The matching bra could be noticed under the flimsy white school shirt she wore. Her hair a glowing red tumbled in a mass of curls around her shoulders. She was a sight to behold.
As she wove her way through the seething crowd, she bumped into a solid figure, as she looked up she saw a distinct yet handsome man in an air force uniform. The drink he was holding made a wet path down the front of his shirt. As he looked down to see who caused the spill, his breath was stolen from his body, He thought she couldnβt be more than 5 feet tall, He had to look down from his height of 6 feet 6 inches just to be able to see the exquisite creature in front of him. Just as suddenly as she had bumped into him he was shoved from behind and stumbled forward which knocked her backward. To stop her from falling she clung to his jacket and at the same time he swept his arms around her. He pulled her hard against him, pressing himself into her yielding warmth.