Although there is significant disagreement about whether or not a woman wearing ankle jewelry is sending out messages of sexual availability, it is common knowledge that some women do wear them for that purpose. Besides, it looks so sexy and draws attention to the legs of any woman confident enough to wear one.
My wife Ginny is such a woman. A distance runner since junior high school, she has those beautifully muscled runner's legs. Although she is only 5'4", her long legs give the appearance of being taller. Her breasts are a medium "C" and can be either wrapped tightly for road running or enhanced with the right bra to display a "D" cleavage.
At forty, for reasons beyond the scope of this story, Ginny began seeing much younger men. I suggested she get an ankle bracelet to wear on her dates. When we went shopping, we deliberately looked for jewelry stores where young male sales staff might be persuaded to help her try on different styles of chains. Dressed stylishly yet provocatively, Ginny would place her stocking clad foot in stiletto heeled shoes on a chair seat or other elevated surface where the young stud could attach the jewelry to her ankle.
I usually pretended to look at other selections while the guy had access to my wife's leg. It was incredible how erotic these shopping expeditions proved to be. Ginny is a great cock tease and she played her part uncommonly well, moving her leg to different positions, hiking an already too short skirt even higher, often exposing her stocking tops.
She'd ask my opinion and also the salesman's. She'd deliberately dismiss my evaluations while gushing at the younger man's. Her objective was to give the guy an erection and she almost always succeeded. Our expeditions proved very arousing. We realized we were engaged in an activity to assist my wife in attracting young strangers. The hot sex we had after we got home was always incredible.
One time she performed what we've come to think of as her ultimate tease. We had thought about and discussed it for a while. What we needed was a deserted jewelry store, preferably near closing time when other customers were unlikely to disturb things with a good-looking, eager, young stud attending the store by himself. That proved difficult to achieve, as young guys were not often permitted to close up jewelry stores.
However, late one cold, rainy, winter's evening we found our store and our guy in a nearly deserted strip mall. Ginny nearly chickened out when we saw the kid was still in high school - he was studying for his SATs when we entered.
"Still in high school, huh?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah," the kid sighed before adding more brightly, "Graduating in a couple of months though."
"Here by yourself?" my wife asked, wanting to make sure nobody was about to stumble out from the back.
"Tonight I am."
"Are you even old enough to do that?"
"It's not like I'm selling liquor or anything. According to the state I'm an adult so I suppose that's old enough."
After getting over her initial hesitation, Ginny had the boy show her the different kinds of anklets the store carried. She lifted her leg onto a low stool and asked the young salesman if he would hook the clasp around her ankle. She could see she was giving the kid a boner as he helped her on with several selections.
While they were examining how one anklet looked, I casually remarked, "You know, you're supposed to wear that under your stocking, not over it." That was her signal.
"Could you take it off?" she asked the kid in her sweetest little girl voice.
I went back to my faux examinations of the other chains while the kid removed the anklet.
"My shoe too," she said smiling sweetly.
With the kid watching intently and her foot still on the shop stool, Ginny slid her skirt above her stocking tops and unfastened the stocking from the garter. Neither too slowly nor too hastily, she rolled her stocking sexily down her silky smooth leg and off her foot.
"OK, let's try it again."
