He felt guilty, sneaking a picture of her on his cell phone, actually, two pictures. Once in his car, his pizza on the passenger seat, he looked at her two pictures. Very crisp and clear, her eyes are cast down, taking an order over the phone. He felt jealous over the person hearing her voice. He heard it himself when she took his order, clear as a song bird, slightly high pitched when she laughed.
He made her laugh, she made him smile, a perfect exchange. Her creamy skin, he could almost touch, her hair, golden by the sun, he was sure, he wanted to run his fingers through her hair, when she...not here. Not in the car, home, alone.
She felt sad, always did after he left. He's been in quite a bit, say's hello, or hi, how are you? His dreamy blue eyes always made her stomach flutter. He's tall, dreamy, built too. He looks in her eyes, but has a far away look to them, like something else more important on his mind. She wishes it was her on his mind.
Only a couple of slices did he eat, his mind is on the other photo. He washes his hand, the pizza has a nice touch of olive oil. MMMMMMMMMMM, she's bent over, getting something under the counter. Her small, perfectly round ass, forever frozen in time, he so wishes... White patch of fabric just above her jeans, a thong, wow!!!
She smiles to herself as warm water runs down her back. She knows he took a photo of her while she was on the phone. Her hair, wet silk, laid down her back. He commented on how beautiful her hair is. She said she thought of cutting it short. Then he turned shy, inward, alone with his thoughts.
Neither felt tired, she was on her feet most of the day. He planted flower, bushes and trees, oh my, at his work. But they both felt a unfulfilled release of energy. No sleep would come unless...