Ever since my first college term had started two months ago, the day had begun the same. A slow delicious tease of a bus journey. A journey which I eagerly anticipated everyday, not just for the ride to college.
I was on the bus for around 15 minute's everyday before it stopped to let on the same two people. An elderly gentleman boarded and always sat behind the driver, and the only other passenger was 'her'
It sounds rude but what else could I refer to 'Her' as? We'd never been introduced, never spoken, nothing. And yet, every morning I eagerly awaited the moment we would arrive at her bus stop and she would hop on. She was one of those girls who just exuded beauty, well, I certainly thought so anyway! She was tall and lean, with beautifully long stretching legs toned from years on the sports field. She always showed them off with a mini skirt, which tantalisingly bobbed up at the hem, as she danced onto the bus. She had long auburn hair to just over her shoulder's that always looked immaculate and newly straightened. Her breasts were tiny and pert, always unhindered by a bra; they poked and jiggled to free themselves of the flimsy material of her 'barely there' tops as she bounded onto the bus. Yes, she always danced onto that bus, always a spring in her step, her face permanently lit up with a beaming smile.
Ah I am sure you can now tell I look at her a lot! Well, it's not difficult, the journey is otherwise very boring, nothing out of the ordinary. Just a plain old bus ride to college. The oldies get off one by one along the route making more room and then the bus journey ends at the entrance to our college campus. I always head off into the main tower building and she always departs to the left and down to one of the annexes.
