Walking into the dimly lit restaurant in my favorite pair of red four inch boots bringing my 5’10” all the way up to a statuesque 6’ 2”. Surveying the room, even in the low light I could pick you out in a crowd and smiling inwardly to myself as I angled my stance so that the arch of my pedicured foot could be seen at its best advantage. Oh, yes, I can see by the look in your eyes and watching you shift, adjusting in your chair I know you will be ever so much fun!
Turn it on…warm it up, heat it up, steam! Crossing one ankle in front of the other tapping my foot just a bit as I lean over close to the host whispering in his ear and he smiles at my request, picking up a menu and leading me to a table just past your table as I watch you struggling to keep your eyes off of my boots I smiled, met yours eyes and winked. (more to come)
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