There was the gold high-heeled strappy shoes, the nylon covered legs that seemed to shimmer and sparkle in the flashing lights from across the crowded but suddenly seemingly empty room, the black and gold clingy dress that hugged those curvaceous hips, the enormous boobs that perched tantalisingly on the top of the strapless bra that seemed to defy gravity itself, but most of all the perfumed, beautifully made-up, coiffured and bouffanted vision that opened her deep cherry lips and said “I hope I didn’t startle you?”
I’m not normally lost for words and I wasn’t now, except all I could muster was “Sorry, I wasn’t looking. tube8 The disco was fucking brilliant and there were seating booths where you could get a blow-job without anyone seeing.
