Buying Heels

I undo the buckles and the ankle chains and point my left toes, feeling my stocking-clad foot slide into the hard curve of the cool shoe. Oh my god, I think, as I fasten the tiny buckle and chain around my ankle. I never dreamed it would feel this good. I know the best is yet to come.

I put the other shoe on and sit, cross-legged, just savouring the sensation. It's not 'til I stand up, however, that I realise just how good it feels; suddenly, I'm arching my back, thrusting my chest forwards, and tightening my buttocks and legs. I tentatively walk a few steps, and realise I'm parading, displaying myself automatically, presenting my backside, making myself available.

I glance at my back view in the mirror; turquoise knickers with visible suspenders, long & shapely, fishnet-clad legs and oh-so-slutty gold fuck-me sandals. I look so fucking desirable. I make a promise to myself there and then that I'll one day get myself fucked in this outfit.

It's a shame not having anyone to appreciate this, I think. I imagine the shop girl again. I wish she were here, slowly smoking a cigarette with a look of slight, arrogant amusement on her face while she watched me slink about.

I walk slowly to the bathroom, feeling my buttocks and inner thighs sliding against each other and the flimsy material of my knickers. I want lipstick on; I love the way it feels to apply it, and I choose one from the bottom of my wife's makeup bag that she doesn't often wear, so I can lay it on nice and thick without her noticing. It's a gorgeous, deep, orangey-red, and was a gift to her from a Brazilian student; it smells sensational, with that strong, traditional lipstick smell that can be overpowering on a glamorous woman.

I spot my wife's cigarettes on the bathroom shelf; a red pack of the long, brown Mores that look so elegant between her fingertips when, as she regularly does, she exhales smoke directly into my face. I don't smoke, but can't resist seeing how it feels to have one hanging out of my mouth while dressed like this. It sticks to the super-thick lipstick and I can walk with a semi-open pout with it just dangling there. Oh, to be a young (or even mature) exhibitionist slut hungry for cock...