Part One
It had been three days since he had seen her last. Rob had a schedule he stuck to and she was apart of it.
Five-thirty a.m.: get off work. By six, he was getting breakfast and coffee and then at six-thirty he was turning down his street where he had seen her at the bus stop on her way to work. He could tell by the way she was dressed she was on her way to work. She didn’t wear a uniform, but she was dressed in business attire. Except on Fridays, she usually wore some jeans or a nice blue jean skirt that accentuate her muscular calves, her thick thighs and her nice grippable hips.
There was a time or two he had been tempted to stop and talk to her but for some reason he had a feeling she was above his station. It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her. He just felt she most likely was taken or she was one of those 21st century busy women who had no time for anything.
A certain respect came to mind when he saw her and seeing her at the bus stop gave him assurance there was A God and He still made beautiful things man could enjoy looking at.
Part Two
On the third day in a row when he didn’t see her, he began to worry yet it seemed futile. He found himself unable to go about his regular day as normal, curious to her whereabouts. As he was getting off work the next morning he was oblivious to anyone as he clocked out and hurried to his car. He was way ahead of schedule by the time he reached the gas station which wasn’t that far her bus stop. He looked down the street before going in to pay for gas, but did not see her. So occupied in getting back outside, he disregarded getting the cheap coffee.
Coming back to his car, he pumped his gas, but kept his eyes glued on the bus stop. Just as he was replacing the lid on his tank, she walked across the street and stood there.
Rob’s heart raced in excitement just seeing that today was a Friday and she wore the delicious blue jean skirt. Jumping in his car, he almost burned rubber driving out of the station. He forced himself to slow his roll as he neared his street to turn down.
Damn!
A car had stopped in front her, blocking Rob’s view.
She was shaking her head with a plaintive expression on her face and desperately looking down the street as if just her eyes could make the bus come faster.
Part Three
Disappointed that he was going to miss the opportunity to see her fully, he turned down the street just as a large dude from the car blocking Rob’s view got out of the car and came around to her.
As an afterthought, Rob looked in his rear view mirror to see her backing away and still shaking her head at the large man.
Immediately, Rob turned the car around and drove up to the corner where he was only a few steps away from the bus stop.
By this time the large dude had her pinned against the fence that was behind the bus stop. Although their bodies weren’t touching, the large dude was pretty close.
She looked his way with a desperate expression on her face.
Unsure if he should get involved, Rob only stood out of his car on the driver’s side. “Hey, I’m sorry to bother you guys, but I need to know where La Salle Boulevard is? I got mixed up-”
“Fuck off and find your own way ‘round!” the large dude barked.
The woman moved closer to Rob with a look of relief. “Um what street?” she asked moving to Rob’s car.
Her voice was soft with a proper accent. She certainly couldn’t be from the hood. With her blue jean skirt she wore a matching vest and underneath a light pink baby doll shirt with matching pink heels and bag.
“La Salle,” Rob repeated as she came closer to the car. All the times he’d seen her he’d never noticed how flawless her warm nutmeg skin was and how silky her dark brown hair looked. He was mesmerized as even more details about her including her ample low neckline because of her full breast, which were more than a handful and the hazel doe eyes that sensual sparkled all on their own.
“I think it’s down the street two blocks away.” she was speaking slow looking out of the corner of her eyes.
The large guy stood there for a minute, but then got in his car and drove off burning serious rubber to show how pissed he was Rob had stolen his dime piece.
She sighed in relief. “Thank you,” she said. “Stupid oaf couldn’t understand no means no.”
Rob couldn’t believe he was having a conversation with her. A normal conversation. “If it wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable I could stay right here until your bus came,” he offered.
She looked a little bit wary by this offer and only shrugged her shoulder. “It should be here at any moment, and La Salle is really right down the street.”
He chuckled. “Ma’am, I was never looking for that street. I was just cock blocking. “