He turned off the parking lights, sat back and sighed. He reached into the glove compartment. He swigged from the bottle of cognac. Next, he opened his zipper. He took out his semi-erect penis. He fisted it, squeezed it and began masturbating as he watched the passersby. Maurice especially loved to jerk off his cock while watching the trim ankles and the bare toes of strolling girls. This was a common and often spectacular sight in Monte Carlo. It was one of the best girl-watching locations on the face of the Earth.

Just as his pleasure was increasing, one particularly enticing woman walked slowly by. She was wearing a short skirt, nylons, and high- heeled shoes. Her ankles were slender, perfectly formed. He could see the bones jutting out to the sides of her ankles, and the strong bones that led from her heel upwards to her leg. She was fantastic, and walked with a slight sway so that her skirt blew softly around her upper thighs.

He moved his hand up and down his cock while concentrating on her legs, ankles and buttocks. He imagined taking her from behind, or having her massage his cock with her feet and toes. Yes! That's what she would do. Both would be sitting down, facing one another, and she would stretch her long legs into his lap, her toes wrapping around his hard cock, rubbing it. He imagined this as he continued to squeeze his cock.

He couldn't believe his good fortune! Just as he was about to come, pleasure rising like a fire in his body, she dropped something and bent down to pick it up, exposing the down swell of her buttocks, her panties moving delicately between them. Her legs, in this position were straight and seemed all the longer. Her buttocks were small and round, her ankles straining to hold her weight. He exploded into his fist, his come splashing on the steering wheel before him and then dripping off into his lap. He took another swig of the cognac and remarked out loud on his good luck.