Click, click, click....

Click, click, click…the sound of high heels contacting a hard surface has always attracted and aroused me. Whether it’s on tile floors in a hallway, the concrete of a parking ramp or the asphalt of a mall lot, I turn in anticipation to drink in some pleasing eye candy. How short will the skirt be, how long the legs and what manner of hosiery will adorn the object of my desire? Sometimes you can anticipate the leg length by the quickness of the steps, short light steps equal a petite form, slightly slower, paced steps announce a graceful flowing creature.
Click, click, click…today it was an exceptionally arousing sound… as the heels were on MY feet… accompanied by the swish of my skirt and the erotic feeling of nylon brushing across my thighs. My silicone breasts bounced nicely as I walked, producing a jiggling sensation that further heightened my femmie emotions. The bounce was something I had not counted on, a lovely bonus. I could feel the tug of the lace bra straps on my shoulders, the black band spanning my chest with its back closure. The cup weight invoked an arching of the spine and uplifting thrust of the bosom. Very girly, I reflected.

Click, click, click…further down my torso the black mesh cinching garter belt snugged me at the waist, and stretched across my upper thighs, provoking more lovely carnal sensations. These thoughts were raising my body temperature, and I could detect a fragrance enveloping me, rising from my powdered, scented loins. OMG, my head was swimming with excessive sensory stimuli. I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts. Oops, more stimuli, my hair swinging across my neck and forehead, the hoop earrings dangling from my lopes, the flutter of mascara on my eyes, and the taste of cherry lip gloss over my scarlet lips. I was drowning now…
“Just don’t stumble here gurl”, I hissed.
“Allow me.”
A voice behind me spoke as I approached the mall entrance.