So I was in a bar, up near Jersey somewhere. It was one of those places where they sweep up panties or teeth at the end of the night. It may have been hours till closing time but, well ...
You know the song "One toke over the line?"
Well, let's just say I went over that line before dark-thirty. By that point, somewhere around the midnight hour, I was ten or twenty tokes over the line and I had snorted the line. When I came to myself I was sitting on a cold tile floor with no pants. No underwear. My nuts on cold tile and my dick laid out like a dead snake skin. I was looking at my skinny white hairy legs, thinking about how to get my cold anus off the floor, when between my knees appeared a wonderful pair of gloss "
candy apple
" red stiletto heels.
And they were attached to the prettiest pair of delicate ankles. A sexy silver anklet hanging down one outside. A tiny gold cross brushing her red heel. Up my eyes went to smooth as silk calves, sweet enough to kiss knees, warm looking thighs I wanted to put my face in and then the hem of a short black skirt that was maybe an inch under her muff-line.
Bare midriff, vinyl halter top, cleavage to die between and a face ... oh, my, god that face! An angel from heaven was sent down to look upon us, sinners. She smiled a sexy smile, gave me a wink. Tugged her blonde hair ...
And put the steel point of her stiletto heel on the head of my dick!
Now I might have been off my ass. Stoned more than any night on record, to date anyway. But that fucking shit hurt!
I started screaming my head off. Hollering a ton, I'll tell you.
And then she pulled up the edge of that skirt and showed me a shaved smooth as heel slit, already glistening with dews of passion ready to be licked away.
