S is for Selena

OK, so black stilettos, though that phrase didn't do them justice. Black shoes, with a two inch platform and a silver dagger-thin spiked heel which must have been at least eight inches long, with silver straps which would be cross-hatched up the ankle and tied about five inches higher.

"Oh my God, Kenneth. They're gorgeous, they're obscene! They're positively pornographic!" I exclaimed.

Ken was leering again. I know he wanted to see me wearing them and he knew I needed to wear them! I slipped off the previous pair and stretched a leg towards him.

"OK then Ken, it's up to you."

He slid the shoe onto my foot, caressing my ankles again and still having problems controlling his breathing, he was clearly SO aroused. And I myself wasn't exactly calm as he laced the silver straps of the high heel around my leg and over my calf, where he tied them off. Holding my leg out straight he admired his handiwork.

"How about the other one, Selena? I'm sure you will fall in love with them."

It was a rhetorical question and lifting my other leg he began to 'dress' my left foot. I was having difficulty coping too, he could tell the whole experience was doing something for me. It was doing a lot! My breathing was shallow now as he finished lacing the second heel. Reaching out to help me up, he watched as I paraded in front of him. OK so I'd worn very high heels before but never anything so high and so beautiful. I reached out a hand to Kenneth, he stood up and helped me to steady myself.

"Well, what do you think?"

He just stared at me, at my legs, at my figure, at my over-done makeup and long blonde hair.

"Yes, you're right. Obscene is the word, you look positively orgasmic."

I allowed him to pull me a little closer, pretending that I was using him to help balance myself. His hand slid round my waist, too quickly for me to do anything about it. Not that I would have done.

"Well, what do you think now?"