EXCERPT FROM "Shoes for My Sister’s Damn Wedding"

I had trouble finding a parking spot and had to park quite a distance from the main drag of specialty stores. As I was rounding a corner, I spied an obscure shoe boutique across the road. There was something about the place that intrigued me so I crossed the road and peered in the window. The shop was empty but I noticed they had quite a few pair of white stilettos in their window.

“Can I help you?” the assistant purred as I entered.

This girl was hot. Sex appeal oozed from her. There was seductive background music playing and incense was burning. The atmosphere was charged and I was pleased I’d come.

“Yeah, I'm in my sister's wedding and she wants me to wear white stilettos. Can you show me a few pair?” I asked.

“Oh sure,” she gushed, clearly eager to please. “Don't you just love them?”

No, I wanted to say, but clearly everyone else thought they were great. After I gave her my shoe size, she rushed off to bring in a few different styles.

“Isn't this one just gorgeous?” she breathed sexily.

She was handling the shoe like I handled my dildo. She had this crazy look about her and when she slipped off my old shoe and held my foot in the palm of her hand, I felt that butterfly sensation throughout my stomach. I hadn't felt like that for years.

“You have lovely feet,” she commented.

“Err, thanks,” I muttered, I’d never thought about them before and studied them as she set about acquiring the right size.

She was kneeling on the floor, her skirt having ridden up so it was stretched tightly over her gorgeous thighs. My foot was resting on her lap. I could feel the heat emancipating from her over my sole. I peered more closely at this girl. There was definitely something very sexy about her and I was hoping I might get to know her better.

“'Just slip your foot in and I'll clasp the strap,” she said, peering up at me through dark lashes.

With my knee bent this way, I knew she could see straight up my dress. I was glad I'd waxed and had on a pair of sexy panties. Her hands ran over my ankle as she fitted the strap around it. They lingered longer than necessary and then she indicated I should place the other foot on her lap.

Leaving my leg open, I said, “Looks good, don't you think?”

I knew she'd be looking up my dress at that moment and not at my foot, so I quickly glanced down at her face. Sure enough, her eyes were glued on me.