My First Surrender: Kissing Her Red-Toenailed Feet at the Bar
There she was, sipping white wine at the bar counter, just like I hoped. Stunning brunette with ebony hair, bangs hiding those dark, sparkling eyes. She spots me. My heart hammers. I flash a shy smile. She gets it. Grabs her glass, slides over. Polite smile on her full lips. I bow awkwardly, salute her….