Leaning against the framework of the coconut shy, virtually hidden by the overhanging canopy, a woman stood alone. Medium in height, seemingly a little older than him, she stood, her face framed by a shock of blonde hair. Carl chastised himself momentarily, for wondering if it was her natural colour. Yet something about this woman kept him watching through the sea of other people.
She stood away from the crowds, eating a toffee apple. He could almost taste the sticky sweetness with his eyes. This vision didn’t seem to be out of the ordinary; other people were eating toffee apples at the fair, but the way she brought it to her lips was different. Her actions completely mesmerized him.
He watched her rolling the toffee around her mouth, savouring the taste as if it were the best thing she’d ever had. She licked with her exquisitely long tongue, almost prehensile as she swiped around the red glazed apple. The slow glide and eroticism proved tempting to mimic.
The way she sucked the finger that caught dribbles from her face sent shivers down him, and as she crunched it he almost imagined her beckoning, “Come and get me if you dare.”