SILVER STILETTOS

A short story...approx reading time 6 minutes.  

mild erotic content...

It had been a tiring, stressful week. Budget meetings, team meetings, bottom line wasn't being met, accounts not balancing, way too many bills came in all at once...but, she still needed to remain professional through out. 
 

Don't show emotion, don't be difficult, don't complain, be a team player, pull your weight, and above all...KEEP SMILING. When really, in all honesty she felt like throwing something through the glass window, screaming how much she hated her vindictive, bitchy boss, and just slumping into a heap, head buried between her hands on the table. 
 

The bland black suit, stiff, upturned white collar, respectable shoes...don't want to give off the wrong signals...no one will take you seriously. Hair pulled back, red rimmed rectangle glasses perched on the end of her nose, just a hint of mascara and eye liner. Straight back, stiff neck, legs crossed, act like a lady, while at the same time making some hard ball decisions that would ultimately effect the lives of others.

And that was an easy day.

She was always the last one to leave of an evening. On her way out she waves goodbye to the cleaners, and to Bill...the security man in the Lobby down stairs. He would buzz her out with a tip of his cap, always thinking to himself...”what a sweet and lovely lady”...I wonder if she has a man. She never said much, always carried herself with an air of aloofness and elusiveness.

She walks a few blocks to the Jetty's down at the Quay. It's a 20 minute ferry ride home to where she lives on the other side of the harbour. It's a relaxing ride, and the fresh salt tinged air that blows over and through her hair, always seemed to wash away the days negativity. Arriving at her destination, she alights.   It's a mild, clear evening, so instead of catching the connecting bus, she decides to walk home. 
 

Since it was Friday, she stopped at her corner Liquor store, to pick up a bottle of Wine. It is then only a 5 minute stroll to her apartment, in which she lives alone. She opens the front door, flicks on her lights, collapses onto her lounge, kicks off her sensible shoes, and just sinks into her chair for a few minutes. She is shattered.  She doesn't even bother to check her e-mail or facebook...she just needs to chill on her own tonight.

Not one to feel sorry for herself, or to stay in a downer mood, she gets up, turns her stereo on, loads one of her favorite cds, dims the light, and goes into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. She also checks what she has in the fridge for dinner..not that she was hungry. There is some left-over take out from the night before...perfect. She takes a sip of her wine. That first sip always makes the palate react as the flavors stimulate the taste buds...mmmmmm...not a bad drop. She was pleased with her selection. She goes into the bathroom, and runs herself a bath, adding her favorite bubble mixture...an exotic blend of sweet violet and a hint of elemi. Before submerging into the relaxing warmth, she pours another glass of Chardonnay to sip whilst soaking.

A good half hour passes and she is definitely unwinding. She steps out of the tub, and dries off. It's not until she's standing up that she notices the internal warmth and slight intoxicating buzz from the wine she has been drinking. She struts into her bedroom in the nude. As she works out o couple of times per week, her body is in excellent form....toned and buffed.   She also does lots of dancing...and tonight, she was definitely in the mood.

She puts on a pair of lace knickers...purple of course. And a pretty Victoria Secrets bra to match. A dab of her favorite perfume. Some smokey charcoal eye shadow with a thick coating of black mascara to define her alluring green/brown eyes, a rich chocolate lip gloss to accentuate her lips,  and a long string of grey pearls around her neck.

She admires herself in the mirror.

She kneels down,  pulls out a box from under her bed, and opens up a pair of shoes. A pair of Silver Mollini stilettos, that tie up around the ankles.

Despite the super slim 5 inch heel, she is quite good at walking and dancing in them. Standing at 5' 8”, she is tall to begin with, but once the heels are thrown on, she stands over 6” tall...quite an impressive sight.

Any woman knows that wearing a pair of high heels has a curious effect on the female body. It elongates, slims down, makes you stand straight, and to counterbalance your posture, you have to ever so slightly jut out your bottom, which gives a bodacious, curvaceous appearance. And all you now need is the right strut, and you have a killer look that will turn heads.

She walks out into her living room, turns the volume up on her amplifier, refills her glass, and shuffles to a track that kicks in with a heavy, deep, subsonic beat, and lets the music take control of her body. 

 

With a hair flip,  dipping slowly down down down, calf muscles rippling, hips rotating, effortlessly working her way back up. Booty swinging...moves that you would expect to find in an all night dance show.

In her mind she is dancing for the man of her dreams. The man she has told no-one about...not even him. She wouldn't dare...she doesn't even think he has noticed her, let alone would be interested. But in the privacy of her own mind, she allows herself total freedom and shakes that bootylicious ass for him.   She is transported...

In her mind, he is sitting in front of her, and she is backing her booty up and winding it down onto his lap...not quite touching his leg, but teasingly close enough that he would feel a barely there feather like tickle against the length his lap.  With a high kick of her leg, she turns around to face him, straddles her chair, and lowers herself down...down..... down....... down, with disciplined control... hips moving in a swinging motion...back and forth...knowing his hands can't touch her...breasts heaving and jutting into his face, ever so gently brushing his lips, teasing him, right where his teeth could grab onto that purple lace brassier. She lowers her face to his, her mouth coming in for a kiss...close enough that he can feel her breath, before she throws her head back arching backwards until she is in a reclined position...still gyrating her hips on his lap.  He watches her, with a burning gaze...unable to touch her.

She lets her inhibitions run free...all pretense being sensuously shimmied out...with every beat, she is allowing herself to sink deeper and deeper into the groove. 

She slowly removes a strap of her bra off her shoulder, followed by the second strap, moving her shoulders in a seductive motion, as she puts her forearm up against her bra to hold it in place.   She turns her back to him, whilst throwing a glance and one of her killer smiles over her shoulder, looking at him dead in the eye, as she pulls her bra off from underneath her arm, swings it around her head with her free arm and lets it drop onto the floor.   Hips and legs moving in a sexy rhythm,  she lifts both her hands above her head in time to the music, and very very slowly, pivots herself back around to face him, swaying her whole body in the most alluring, wispy, wavy movements until she is in front of him, close enough for him to reach out and touch her hips...ass...back...waist, all the way up until he reaches her nipples, where he brushes his hands, and tongue lightly over them, watching her face as she lets out a moan of pleasure, but quickly retreats from his touch, with the sway of her finger...naughty.   All the while her own hands running over her entire body in a teasing, self exploratory way. Over her thighs, between her legs, up and over her soft, voluptuous, full breasts which are now unrestricted.

Unbeknown to her, her silhouette is casting a shadow on her curtained windows.  She actually does have a secret admirer who has been watching her for months now from across the way...absolutely delighting in this exquisite display of femininity in its sexiest.  Just like those James bond girls who dance at the beginning of every movie...but she is for his eyes only. 
She dances and dances the night away, working up a sweet, wet, sweat...her natural womanly smells mingling with her heady perfume
.

The music has now reached a filthy beat, with a slow, sensual pace.   She is in a trance-like state, and has fully abandoned herself, letting her body take control of her movements, both dizzy and intoxicated...while her sexy, secret lover is watching her, wanting to take her, rip her underwear off and continue the dance well into the night with her  as his private dancer.

 

She continues to allow her imagination to flow with the dirty beat, keeping her groove on, her dance working itself into an Afro-disiac exuberance, until the early morning...



her only wish...




if only

(c) Teresa/Divinia/MissTee   May 2011