While browsing the town with friends, there stood a conspicuous gal near the bus stop close to the station. At the exit opposite the bustling side, an outfit that didn't quite suit her caught my eye. Over a pink shirt, she wore a white sweater, its neckline slightly open, highlighting its size. Her thighs, visible between her skirt and boots, had just the right amount of flesh. I observed her from behind a public phone for a while. I wondered about the color of her underwear—probably black? How big and what color were her areolas? About the size of half her breast, dark brown. The thought of them being bumpy excited me. What shape were her nipples? My imagination spread instantly in my mind. Should I approach her to gauge her personality? If she joins the conversation, that would be good too.
