written by creepycrawley
original source of the story was Unknown source
One time I was at a New Year’s party at a friends house. Everyone was drinking and helping themselves to the buffet. It was dark and candles had been lit for the atmosphere. Seating was hard to come by as it was crowded, so I went over to the sofa which was occupied and sat on the floor with my back against the arm.
I chose this location cos the girl that sat at that end of the sofa was gorgeous. I particularly remember she was wearing a pair of blue jeans that fit her so damned well. The curves … Damn, I am drooling. And under those jeans, she wore black boots with a block heel. No one seemed to mind that I was being a gentleman by sitting on the floor and I was able to slide my hand right up next to her boots. God, the adrenalin rush as my searching fingers touched the hard surface of her boot heel. I was in the danger zone.
She had her legs crossed so all the weight was on that heel as the nerve endings of my fingers felt the indentation in the carpet, and the pressure of the heel occasionally pinched against the end of my fingers. Then suddenly she uncrossed her legs and her other boot heel stamped down on my fingers as she got up to make her way to the buffet, “oh sorry” she said, “was that your hand?”