She was standing on the seawall, her blonde hair fighting the onshore breeze. Her profile depicted sorrow and a sense of loneliness as she stared into the setting sun. Something drew me towards her. Her short white denim skirt was slightly lopsided, her deeply tanned calves were pulled taut by her 4 inch white stilettos. I stood next to her and caught the erotic scent of her perfume. I could see she had been crying as tears had carved gentle furrows through her foundation.
She sensed my presence and smiled briefly. I suddenly felt her overriding sadness and opened my mouth to say something but failed to find the words. She smiled again, and this pulled the words free. Are you ok? No, I'm not. The words almost shuddered out. What's wrong? I asked. For a moment, I thought she was going to collapse to the ground, so I took her arm as I didn't fancy going into the cold glassy harbour after her. She simply said: He left me. Who did? I asked. My lover. My soulmate. She tempted him away. Now I'm alone in this strange town with no one to love. I noticed she was once again looking unsteady and suggested we move to a small bench perched on a concrete plinth, surrounded by small shrubs, importantly, away from the harbour wall.
She moved towards the bench, her heels slipping out of her stilettos as she walked away from me. I was mesmerised. I had no idea why, but I found this uncontrollably erotic. I followed her and sat down. She crossed her legs towards me, and her heel popped out of her stiletto, dangling but held in place by her tanned curling foot. She was completely unaware of how sexy this was and what it was doing to me. She turned to me, brushing my leg with her high heel. I smiled and suggested we find somewhere for a drink. She looked like she needed one, and I did for sure. She simply said ok then when to stand, but as she uncrossed her leg, her shoe dropped to the floor at my feet. I instinctively picked it up, feeling the slight warmth from within. She pointed her foot towards me, and I took her heel and slipped it back on her silken foot. Her deep pink painted nails disappearing into the pointed toe. As her heel slipped into her stiletto, I noticed her perfect toe cleavage teasingly revealed. I stroked the top of her foot and ran my fingers down, sliding them between the side of her shoe and down into her arched instep. She responded, pushing down on the ball of her foot, arching and popping her heel out slightly. I explored the underside of her exposed sole, gently stroking the soft, warm skin. Her heel fell away, exposing the ball of her sexy foot. I responded by lightly scratching the exposed ball and felt her breath quicken. She pointed her toe, and the stiletto slipped off into my hand. The heel was thin, and it ended in a metal tip, which made a very erotic clicking sound when she walked across the concrete plinth that supported the bench we were perched on. I turned the shoe upside down and started gently scratching the underside of her exposed foot. I made my way up from those dainty painted toes, sliding the thin heel between each one and then moving onto the ball. Increasing the pressure slightly, the end of the heel now grazing in a circular motion I felt her push down on the heel, so I increased the pressure slightly and expanded the circle towards her instep. She increased the pressure further, so I dragged the end of her stiletto to her heel and then back to the ball using a waving pattern. This continued for a few minutes with her breath quickening further and moving her other foot closer to mine, teasing my exposed skin with her other heel.
She plunged her heel into my instep, pushing down and stroking the underside of my foot. The cold tip of her stiletto sent shivers through my whole body. All this was now driving me wild with desire, and it took all my willpower not to lean over, kiss her gently, and start stroking her legs up towards her skirt and beyond. I could almost feel the heat pouring down from between them. I slowed the pace of the heel foot massage and gently twisted her shoe back onto her foot. Once again watching her deep pink painted toes slide out of sight as her heel slipped back into her sexy and slightly slutty white stiletto. She was still mesmerised.. her lips slightly parted and her eyes had that far away gaze. Her other heel was still working its magic in my shoe, still driving me to the edge. I gently suggested we go and find somewhere to have a drink and dinner. She nodded and pulled her heel slowly out of my shoe but it caught the side as it slid out. Her foot came out of the high heel, leaving it hanging out of my shoe. It quickly toppled to the floor and her foot slid around blindly trying to locate it and bury her foot back inside. After a few seconds pushing it around, her foot slid in and the scraping of the heel in the concrete advertising it had docked with her shoe.
We walked back towards the town, heading in the general direction of the tourist area. She took my hand and held it tightly, turned to me and said, Hello, I'm Olivia. I introduced myself as Tom and we continued into town. As we approached a small alleyway on the left, she guided me up it towards a small restaurant tucked away in a corner. She let go of my hand and walked in. A waitress met us and she asked for a table at the back of the restaurant, away from the door and other tables. We weaved our way, following the waitress, to a sung table in the back corner of the restaurant. It was tucked away behind a small, low partition, and very private. Little did I know, this was her plan to continue her seduction.
We sat opposite each other. My back to the other tables whilst she faced into the main restaurant but partially hidden by that low partition. I was still dizzy with desire after all the erotic foot play. Cocktails were offered. I requested a Gin Fizz and she followed suit. A different waitress brought the cocktails. She was tall but most of her height was due to her 5 inch peep toe platform stilettos. They looked like Louboutin's but I couldn't be sure in the lowered light. Regardless they were very sexy and she knew it. I made a mental note to return here soon.