Crush story (it happened outside the restaurant!)
24-Aug-98 11:34:55

A lady friend and I went to dinner last week here in California. She has her neice in from Dallas (Plano) Texas and she wanted her to meet me. I've seen pictures of her at my friend's home and have heard a lot about her.

I met her at the entrance to the building I live in. I opened the privacy entrance and invited them in. "Lissa" is 25 and after seeing her beautiful face for the first time, my eyes were immediately drawn to her sexy, creamy, little bare heels sticking out of a pair of black leather clogs as she walked past me. sigh.

My friend had driven all the way from West Hollywood to the beach and went to the bathroom to fluff and puff, as soon as we entered my apartment. Lissa sat down, crossed her leg, and dangled her clog where I fixed a gaze upon her lovely arch.

I have a fond attraction to petite feet, especially narrow heels and high arches. . . She has (what I call) ideal feet! Never had a chance to see her toes, but imagination is a wonderful thing, huh?

We went to dinner. . . by the marina. . .

After we had dinner and drinks, it was time to go--it was getting late. As we stood in the restaurant's parking lot and chit-chatted, I looked down to see a medium-sized bug land about 4 inches from Lissa's foot.

My heartrate did the usual rise, and I did all I could do to speak without stammering. . . I glanced down again, to see it crawling toward the sole of her clog. I cannot tell you what we were talking about. . . you know what I mean. . . :))

I just remeber my lady friend saying let's go. . . I waited for them to turn to head back to the car. I just knew that the likelyhood of Lissa stepping on the bug was next to nothing, because it was in front of her. . . and the car was behind her. . .

But alas, she stepped forward before she turned and nailed it with the sole of her clog. I heard the faint (and all-too-familar) crunch as she twisted her foot to turn, and I waited (as a gentleman) to see the damage after she and my lady friend turned and bagan to walk.

Yep. . . there was the little wet spot and the crumbled remains glued to the pavement. . . Lucky bug!

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