She watched him get off the bus, as she always watched. He turned and went to his apartment across the street. He was thinking of her as he walked up to his upper floor apartment, remembering her hot red underwear she was wearing the the night before. He couldn’t help fantasising about deliberately sitting next to her and striking up a conversation, a conversation that would ultimately lead them to his room where he could imagine what her warm firm breasts would feel like in his hands. Inside he desired deeply to hold and squeeze her close, his heart thumped passionately against his chest as he quickened his pace. He was lucky, last night and could make out her full body clad only in sexy red lingerie through her window as she took selfies.