Memories of Sharon


Aren't memories great? If you're still the same fun-loving
neighbor I used to know, you may get a chuckle out of hearing
about this bizarre memory I still have of you and something kind
of 'twisted' you and I did a long time ago. I'm sure you never
knew it but you gave me one of the most erotic sexual experiences
of my life and we've never even kissed! However, you were pretty
drunk at the time so I'd be surprised if you remember very much
of what I'm about to tell you.

As memory serves me, it was in the Fall of 1986. You and Norm had
been to a housewarming party in Bettendorf and were both pretty
well hammered by the time you got home. When you got out of the
car Norm carried baby Stephanie inside to put her to bed.  I
remember you bellering out something like, "HI NEIGHBOR!!" that
echoed throughout the court and came over to chat with me where I
was sitting in my driveway, about half in the bag myself from
drinking Peach Fuzzes and now lustfully admiring your tight Levis
and sexy red spike heels.

Sharon, I have to admit I'm an absolute fool when it comes to a
gal in spike heels. Like most men I'm visually stimulated, but
one of my quickest turn-ons is to see an attractive woman in skin
tight jeans and heels. Honestly, I think you even had my tongue
hard. Needless to say, you were certainly at the center of my
attention. God, how I wanted a romp in the hay with you.

We chatted for a few minutes, then just before going home you
threw down the cigarette you had been smoking and said, "hey,
check this out" while you tried to demonstrate your newly
acquired skill in putting it out with the tip of your heel. You
said you and a friend at the party had been putting out your
cigarettes all evening by mashing the fire off the end of them
with your spikes. Problem was by now you were too drunk to aim
well and kept missing the cigarette entirely.

Seeing you in my favorite female attire of tight jeans and heels
already had me rock hard and now watching you teeter your 130-odd
pounds all on one heel of those foxy 4-inch "come fuck me" pumps
literally had my love muscle throbbing. I swear Sharon, if we'd
both been single and dating I know I'd have ripped open your
jeans and buried my tongue in you right then! You looked hot!
                                                            
You unwittingly succeeded in putting on an absolutely spectacular
tease show for me. I was completely mesmerized watching while you
made a half dozen unsuccessful stabs at the cigarette, each time
causing the shaft of your skinny high heel to flex as it strained
to support your full weight.

Finally, literally on the brink of an orgasm, I suggested that
you simply raise your heel enough for me to put the cigarette
under it for you so you could step on it that way. You agreed.
However, what you were too drunk to realize is when you raised
your heel for me what I held against the base of it was the tip
of my left middle finger. When I said, "OK do it", my finger felt
the crushing sting of your sexy weight in heels and I erupted
with a spontaneous orgasm in my pants! Do you remember hearing me
blurt out, "OH GOD, SWEET BABY!", or your very inebriated reply,
"Cool, huh?" You didn't have the faintest clue in the world that
you had just mashed the hell out of my finger or that I was
having a gut-wrenching orgasm.

Sharon, I swear to you by everything holy that every word of this
is the absolute truth. Yes, a little twisted, but you really did
do it. Drunk on your ass you spiked my finger with your sexy high
heel and gave me a magnificent orgasm!

I honestly cannot tell you what possessed me to put my finger in
harm's way like that except I was  drunk and horny and you looked
-so fine- with your long pony tail and that outfit. There truly
aren't words to describe how much I wanted to drag you out into
the cornfield and fuck your ears off right then!

They say a man will experience a spontaneous orgasm only 1 or 2
times in his life and you had just given me one! Just as a point
of interest that was also the first time I had ever associated
pain with sexual arousal. I know the mind is a funny thing, but
what I still don't understand was how incredibly *good* the sting
of your gorgeous weight in heels felt at that instant of ecstasy
compared to the way my finger throbbed like I had hit it with a
hammer 20 minutes after. Maybe the S&M crowd is really onto
something! Anyway, please don't worry that you injured me, as I
swear you didn't. But wow, what an incredible rush! After all
these years I just had to share this with you and at the same
time say thanks for the great memory I have of you and our
friendship.