So a funny thing happened today...
I was walking home from the city along the bike-path, the one flanking Coronation Drive and the stretch of river. Ahead of me was a girl - maybe Indian, Brazilian, Malaysian even, but definitely South Asian - strolling at a slower pace. When she looked out over the river and I saw her in profile, I figured her to be in her mid twenties, almost half my age. It made sense, since the University of Queensland was nearby, so she was probably a student.
And she wore a cute summer dress, a slip of a thing in light cotton that barely reached mid-thigh. Similar to a baby-doll dress, I suppose. It was navy with a smatter of white daisies printed all over it.
Her dress rippled in the breeze, and her hands strayed across her ass in a brief attempt to flatten the dress down. It was a deliberately lazy effort, though, as though she was having a little fun nearly flashing in public. Soon the breeze was back to tugging at the hem until it bested the dress and exposed a whole butt cheek (her black panties were a bikini cut, stretched across half her cheek, bunching slightly towards the crack of her ass). But what a beautifully round and perfectly brown cheek it was, too!
It was all I'd been waiting for, to be honest, so I decided to pick up pace and overtake the girl to be on my way, but as I passed her and she looked over her shoulder at me, I was struck with the sudden thought to compliment her. Perhaps it was the way her dark eyes locked onto mine, or the little mischievous arch to her lips, but it emboldened me.
"I'm going to miss the view," I smiled.
"What view?" the girl said dryly, inferring my meaning and turning sour.
Seemed I'd misjudged the room: it was one thing to be teasing me with a little show of her rear end, but entirely another for me to bridge the personal space and make contact.
I waved my hand toward the river.
"This one, of course," I said.
She wasn't buying it, however.
"Bullshit, you were talking about my body."
She stopped and turned on me, blocking my path.
"Sorry, I didn't mean any offence," I said lamely, wondering if she intended to try and push me in the river.
"So what did you mean, then?"
Fuck a duck, but this girl was determined. I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"If you must know," I sighed, "the wind lifted your dress, so obviously I was referring to your ass. But, hey, whatever."
She narrowed her eyes and shook her head slowly at me.
"Yeah, and I bet you had a good look, too," she sneered.
I was about to simply jog on past her and be done with the confrontation, when I realised I detected a hint of playfulness in her voice. She was enjoying the parry, at making me defend myself. Of twisting the truth from me. Time to play along.
"Well, I certainly looked, but I wouldn't say it was a good one. The wind had its own ideas on that score."
She let out a short laugh.
"Yeah, let me know if the wind gets any more clever ideas," the girl smirked, turning to walk on ahead. "I'd hate to think I was showing the world my knickers."
I kept pace, maintaining enough distance that it didn't look creepy to the cyclists whizzing past. The girl glanced over her shoulder, giggling at me following like a love-struck puppy.
