She ran down the street, right up to the side of his UPS truck. He stuck his head out of the window to smile at her. Before he could react, she reached up and held his face in both her hands as she pressed her mouth to his. His mustache brushed her upper lip and he froze. Before he could even think, it was all over and she was stepping back, a wicked gleam in her eye. She turned and sauntered off, skirts swirling like water, hips swaying goddess-like, and her wildly curling hair, black a raven’s wind, snapping and sparking with her cheekiness.
Just some fun flash fiction. I had this idea, one that I’d actually like to try out, but since I can’t, I put it down here. Enjoy.