Caught.. Red-handed

Curiosity niggled my
immature thoughts,
that afternoon.

I flicked my impish eyes
towards the lady in
question.

Every time I did,
her glare fixated
on me.

Her poise was motionless;
a stance of sophistication,
with a body, of feline of distinction.
Her complexion; glimmered;
a soft pale tone, as she stood in
the spotlight.

Her golden hair; bobbed beneath
a rouge beret; with a slightly
suggestive chiffon white blouse
tucked neatly into deep red pencil skirt;
tightly drawn flawlessly,
around her thighs; hugging
her shapely legs.

A subtle fragrance; wafted
teasing my senses, a soothing
aroma of coolness, equalling
her suave composure.

(A little spicy too).

But!
was it her scent?
I wondered.

my intrigue nudged me
closer to her attention
which I did with callow
movements.

People were everywhere
which aided my mischievous
approach.

And as I reached her..

..I..

could not resist.

I touched her bottom.

A comment from the store
assistant remarked at my
behaviour.

An embarrassing moment-
caught red-handed at only 11
years old!

But, in truth-

actually nice to feel a
dummy for once!