The girl two checkouts over had a very sexy urban peasant/ hippy chick look going on. Her denim wrap skirt hung off her hips and reached all the way to the floor. enticingly, it hung lower than the elastic of her knickers. Her knit top was slightly short, highlighting the glimpse of under garment. The white strap of her bag crossed her heart, separating and emphasising a pair of lovely handful-and-a-bit breasts. Straight black hair hung down to these prizes, where it fell forward, and framed a pale smooth skinned pretty face showing a little more worry than she deserved. I’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.
I fell in love for five minutes in Tesco yesterday. One day I should summon the nerve to act on one of my brief infatuations.