Barelegged Angel By Smokey Sexsmith Hed only demanded one, but she insisted he take both. He watched a second time as she reached under her coat and sent her hand on a slow upward journey to the only warm place in that frigid October bus shack. He caught her heat like a virus. But just before arriving at that lick-a-maid place he could almost taste, her fingers stopped. They found the edge of her Matrix Black stocking where the soft elastic snugged a spunk-white thigh whose cock-raising sweetness he could only guess at. And then ... well then he had to imagine the slow, rolling, descent of her hidden hands until they reappeared from under her hem with their black harvest of rolled silk. Shed draped the first stocking, still warm, over the hard shaft of his gun. This one she pressed into his hands, but when he reached up, she stopped him. Let me,Eshe whispered. She placed the stocking, still rolled, still humid with her scent on his head. Then she unrolled it slowly, slowly downward. Down over his matted curls, over his brow, his lips, his five-oclock chin. And then she took his sheathed head with its flattened features and pressed her mouth to it. His lips instinctively parted, and he felt the tip of her tongue through the black silk. He was young. He didnt mean for it to go off. But it did. And she smiled. He watched the framed profile of his barelegged angel as the number twenty-nine carried her into the night. He looked from the buss receding taillights to the glowing 7-Eleven sign across the street. But his nerve had suddenly gone as limp as the prick in his wet Levifs. Fuck, and if hed ever needed that pack of smokes it was now. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright c 2004 by Smokey Sexsmith. All rights reserved. Whats the best way to stall a young mans life of crime? Give him what he asks for. This story has layer upon layer of fascinating details Etoo many to catch in one reading. The author uses double entendres like an expert and gives us a scrumptious taste of the new noire. It sizzles.