I stay where I am, with the young barefoot girl

I decided to stay where I was, keeping my eyes on the young girl halfway down the stairs. She couldn't be older than twenty, probably eighteen or nineteen—though when it comes to Oriental women, she could be over 30 for all I know; nor could I tell what nationality she could be specifically. The lighting played enough with her skin tone that I couldn't tell if she was North Asian, Chinese, or Southeast Asian. She could have been multi-generational American for all I know. Not that I really fucking cared: a fucking hot piece of ass is a fucking hot piece of ass regardless of the country of origin.

She's got the straight black hair almost down to her shoulders with a few pink streaks, and dark brown eyes that meet mine a few times when I'm trying to look her up and down.

The girl wore a cute little grey t-shirt that said Joey Ramone. Fuck, Joey—R.I.P.—was old enough he could have been her grandfather. Then there's the tight black jeans: more like knickers.

She was barefoot!

She carried one pink flip-flop in her ass pocket. I guess she lost the other. Her feet were quite a turn-on: nice and healthy-looking, like they were bare all her life, high arches and nice pedicured toes.

Hey I'm sure her tits and ass were as good, but unlike them, her feet were bare, and she wore this fucking anklet on her left foot, with the beads that looked like candy.

I knew even then I was a bit buzzed, but I figured she might have been barefooting all along and carrying the flip-flop as an excuse if she wanted to go to a store or coffee shop or the subway.

She was fucking turning me on... and I slowly moved my hand down and grabbed my cock through my pants. Since she was facing me, I was pretty sure she noticed what I was doing as I started rubbing the bulge in my pants up and down.