It wasn't hard to spot her, a petite girl standing all on her lonesome outside the roller coaster ride. Dressed in a short black leather skirt which hugged her ass perfectly, the straps coming down from her shoulders hugging her breasts tightly. They were not huge but made to appear bigger than what they actually are by her nicely toned and slim frame. Her high heel platform shoes made her taller and more easily noticeable. But, only just since her long, uniquely colored hair which seemed to be a stunning mixture of auburn brown, red and orange shone and reflected brightly in the sunlight.
He looked at her side on, trying to be subtle at first but the subtlety being lost as he looked at her more and more, eventually staring. Obviously she was dressed for the attention. She must have caught a glimpse of him looking for longer than what most people do, because she turned to face him front on.
As she did, he could see the front of her tight skirt seemed to curve ever so slightly in the middle up towards her pussy before curving back outwards mid-thigh. Sluttish, but since it was subtle it was tasteful at the same time because it would be missed unless looked at real closely. But, one thing was for sure, it invited his hand straight up between her legs. He wanted to walk straight up to her and slide his hand straight up the skirt. It was what he called a wet thumb skirt, it was just a mere thumb's length past the bottom of her skirt to her wet cunt.
She stopped, striking a pose, leaning her weight slightly on her right foot as she placed both her hands on her hips. He picked his jaw up he continued checking out the rest of her body on the way up, pausing over her full, sensual lips before resting his eyes on her gaze, which seemed intent and quizzical. Her eyes astounding him once again, as they were big, brown & beatiful.
This girl oozed beauty and smuttiness in a way he had never seen before. Normally girls were either beautiful or smutty, not both. He had mixed emotions right now, he didn't know whether he felt like picking her up to lay her down on a bed covered with rose petals to make soft, sweet, sensual love to her - one of the few girls who had the beauty to depict those kind of emotions inside him. Or, if he was unleash those raw emotions she stirred inside him with her sex appeal, as he slammed her hard & fast.
He maintained steady eye contact with her, not breaking his gaze or looking away. He would not be the one to look away first, she would be. She did not seem like she was going to look away so easily either, so he stepped towards her trying not to give away too much emotion in his face, keeping his lips firm. He gazed into her eyes which was not hard to do, as captivating as they were. Her pupils reflected intent and raw emotions he was not sure of, but he took them as sexual because he wanted to like he did with every girl he found attractive. Then the soft edges of her eyes gave way to submissive and easy going person.
Perhaps a little unsure of his judgment, he did not let it show as he flashed his white teeth, giving her part of a warm smile, part of a cheeky grin - as cocky as it was, but inviting and daring her to be a part of his cheekiness which took the edge of the cockiness.
She smiled, closed-lip, as she ever so quickly glanced down before looking back at him. He offered his hand, waiting for her to place her small hand inside his, while seemingly knowing what he wanted, or what she wanted to tell him. Her name, Lucy. He repeated it, Lucy, while he had a gentle, yet firm grip on her hand squeezing it.
