Last night I attended the annual public relations organization Christmas
party held at a yacht club. Almost immediately, I noticed and was strongly
attracted to a drop-dead gorgeous gal in a powerful green business suit with a skirt
whose length was about 4" above the knee and 4" black heels. She
was in her late twenties, shoulder length shining auburn hair, sparkling brown eyes,
full beautiful red lips and a smile that would melt all of the icebergs in the
North Pole. Her body,especially her legs, were the most beautiful that I
have ever laid my eyes on.

As she sat in a directors chair posing for a characture artist, one could
not notice her skirt now up to about 9" above the knees with her legs
crossed. I can only dream of being under her sensual thighs and her trained heels. I
tried several time to get her attention but to no avail. I also tried to
place my fingers where I thought she would step but was foiled each time. I was
successful however with a swedish meat ball. She did a fantastic job on
flattening it completely with all the juices squished out from the sole of
her right shoe. I wanted to be that meat ball. I wanted so very, very much for
her to stand on my hands, walk up my arms, stand on my face, chest, stomach
groin and legs.The female artist did a wonderful sketch of her and placed in the lower left
corner, a small sketch of a guy with his drooling tongue hanging out and
with hearts above his head.
How appropriate!

She left about the same time as I did and was escorted to her car which was
parked on the grass at roadside several hundred feet down the street. I was
sooo tempted to sneak down to where she was parked, lay down on the grass in
front of her car and wait for her to unknowingly drive forward over my body.
I've never before wanted to be under a woman so badly. Hardly slept a wink
that night.
Maybe next time...