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Fishnet Stockings and High Heels

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With a relaxing sigh,  I assumed my seat,  Like an outbound tide, My tension’s retreat. The waitress suggests,  With an intoxicating grin,  That I enjoy the house special, A cool tonic and gin. Surveying the bar crowd,  My eyes they did wander, They followed her far stare, I wondered, what did she ponder? Twenty feet, perhaps more,  Nevertheless she sat near,  Her eyes spied my isveçbahis gaze,  Her lips formed a tight sneer. With a glance to the floor,  My heart skips and jumps, As I gaze and view,  At her high end black pumps. I envisioned her sleek toes, The shiny pumps they did cover,  With four inch stiletto heels,  Was she a clandestine lover? My vision rose north, And I found myself isveçbahis giriş rocking,  Ogling a sleek toned calf,  Clad in a fishnet black stocking. My eyes resumed their ascent,  To a thigh oh so taut, The fishnet transformed into lace,  She had me tied in a knot. Gazing even higher yet,  At this seductive young lass,  I found myself rewarded,  With a glimpse of bare isveçbahis yeni giriş ass. Fishnet stockings and high heels,  She knew what she was doing,  My reeling senses thought,  She needed pursuing. Before I knew what happened, Her svelte hips she did lift,  With a wiggle and a shimmy, Her pose she did shift. Ever so slowly,  She re-crossed her fine thighs, My opportunity lost,  All I could do was sigh. Barely wrapped in her coat, She exited hips shaking,  I found myself breathing hard,  My heartbeat quaking. Had she even been there,  That sultry young miss,  Another tonic and gin I ordered, And began my reminisce.

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