That August night was very hot, I was sitting at the bar and while I was reading the newspaper I drank my milk drink, I admit I am a loser artist and with women I am certainly not lucky, that night I had my head inside the news of the newspaper and I had taken a relaxing night, good jazz was playing in the bar and all day I had painted and drawn a lot now I just wanted to hear some good jazz and relax when suddenly a beautiful woman looks at me and asks me .
-Is the taxi parked outside yours?
-No, I'm not a taxi driver but an artist, I'm sorry
-You are an artist?
-Yes but I'm not famous and not even quoted now if you are looking for a taxi I think at this time it might be difficult to find it.
- Couldn't you help me?
-How?
-Would you give me a lift in your car?
-Where are you headed?
-I have to get downtown
-Ok.
-What are you drinking?
-A milk drink
-Milk? But aren't you too old to drink milk?
- I also really like it with mint.
- Would you like me to taste it?
Immediately with a gesture to the bartender he offered him a glass of cold milk with mint, she drank it slowly and with a smile left the imprint of her scarlet lipstick on the glass, I didn't tell you but this beautiful woman also had one with her amazing perfume to make you dream and it already seemed like a dream for me to talk to this beautiful woman.
-Sorry, I haven't even introduced myself, my name is Pamela
-I Walter is a pleasure to meet you.
Pamela and I talked for more than an hour, she was really a charming woman, she wore a tight red dress on the hips with a neckline on the breast so exciting and the black shoes highlighted a thin and sensual ankle, I told him about my art and my dreams in the drawer she was a supermodel she was returning from a boring party and told me about her work, I was a loser artist but at that moment luck was turning on my side and the conversation was very pleasant, the background jazz enveloped us in a very refined atmosphere
-Walter I would be hungry how about having dinner together?
-Unfortunately I am a poor artist, maybe I could only offer you a Mc Donald's sandwich but if you are satisfied I could cook you a plate of spaghetti and then take you home.
- Okay, I love spaghetti.
We went up to my house, I had paintings and drawings everywhere, the tubes of paint were on the sofa and the brushes together with crayons and colored pencils scattered all over the place, I am a very confusing artist and I hoped that Pamela would not have paid much attention to them, while she took a cold shower I prepared the spaghetti, I accidentally put a lot of chilli, but on the other hand I had some good red wine in the fridge, I set the table by putting on a tablecloth that was a canvas with an abstract painting, it was not bad as an effect , the dishes were ready and the pasta steaming, I like music and I chose Stan Getz in the background, she came out of the shower with my bathrobe on and we started eating it was very hot that August night, maybe I had put too much pepper in the pasta and we drank all the iced red wine, time passed pleasantly slow, at a certain moment she got up and slipped her bathrobe to the ground, Pamela had two very long legs, a perfect breast, two hips that looked as if they were painted by Modigliani and her blond hair loose on her bare shoulders like Botticelli's Venus.
-Do you want to make love with me?
He didn't give me time to answer, he took my hand and took me to bed, that hot August night we made love and it was beautiful, maybe the merit is state of the chili, his mouth was spicy and very exciting, his body was quivering with passion and I was living a dream and as in a dream we fell asleep exhausted after an endless night of sex, then in the morning a ray of sunshine woke me, I looked around but I could not see Pamela, above my works scattered on the ground only her black shoes and her perfume still in the air, I got up and next to the cup of coffee I found a note where it was written….
-Walter I'm sorry you were sleeping like an angel and I didn't want to wake you up, I had to leave you and I called a taxi, making love with you was beautiful but now we won't see each other again, don't look for me I will always remember this night of love with you .
I had spent the most beautiful night of sex of my life with a beautiful woman, the most beautiful I have ever seen and making love with her was fantastic, I had this unforgettable memory of her, the taste of her spicy kisses on mine lips and a pair of black shoes, now I just have to put on my red glasses and smile at luck, I go down and I will go to eat an ice cream and I will still think about her, my most beautiful night of sex with a beautiful woman, the most always beautiful on that hot August night, but I have only one doubt ... why did she leave me her black shoes?
#yoorsdecember #shoe 
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