The voyeur didn't run.
Akina stood half-hidden by the edge of the maintenance shed, her presence commanding even in surprise. She was strikingly beautiful, tall and graceful with long, silky black hair that fell like a dark waterfall down her back.
Her violet eyes were wide, framed by long lashes, and a delicate beauty mark rested just below her left eye. The university uniform clung to her generous curves: full, heavy breasts pressing against the white blouse, a slim waist, and shapely hips that gave her an elegant, almost regal silhouette. Her legs were long and toned beneath the pleated skirt.
There was something teasing in the way she carried herself, even now, flushed and caught, yet not fleeing. A refined sensuality lingered in her parted lips and the subtle curve at the corner of her mouth, like she was equal parts embarrassed and intrigued by what she'd witnessed.
