It was a frosty but calm Thursday evening in December; I was standing on an empty street in Exeter waiting for the bus. I'd had a good and active day, and I was in a calm and satisfied mood, not thinking about much (which is unusual for me). The trees lining the high street twinkled with the lights that made the night feel like Christmas. I was humming a charismas song that must have been playing in one of the many shops I had been in whilst I maxed out my credit card.
There was no bus around so I decided to walk up towards my home it wasn’t far but after contending with the late night shoppers my feet were killing me as I reached the bottom of blackboy road I stopped as my bags were getting heavy as I did the bus that would have taken me up the hill when flying past.
Across the road a light suddenly came on in a window, I looked at the window when inside the window I saw the powder blue of the wallpaper hanging on the wall there was a picture on the wall but I should not make it out. As I was looking, a nice young girl came walking out from what I assumed would have been the bathroom. She was a reddish blonde, slim, with a friendly and outgoing face. She was carrying a towel in her hand, and she stopped in the middle of the room to wrap it around her wet hair. To my complete surprise she wasn't wearing anything else.
From my viewpoint I could tell she was a genuine blonde, and she had very pretty breasts, she stood there in the middle of the living room with her hip swung in a smooth curve to one side, lit by a small lamp in front of her, and by a bigger lamp behind and to the left of her. Her long blonde hair looked a bit tricky to get all into the small towel, but she managed well, only frowning a little above her bright blue eyes that seemed to shine in the light of her room.
