Not to sound sexist, but it might be said that the majority of women share a common weakness. That is a compulsive desire to buy shoes. Lots and lots of them. (Including my wife-author!)
Lady Penelope Ward-Williamson was no different. And being comfortably well off, the middle-aged aristocrat owned hundreds of pairs. But that didn't hold her back from enlarging her collection. On the last day of January, Her Ladyship arranged for a home visit from her favourite supplier, Crockett and Jones of Chelsea. After breakfast and a leisurely workout, she awaited her man in the living room.
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In addition to Williamson Manor in the county of Surrey, the esteemed gentlewoman had acquired a home in London, in the South-West suburb of Richmond. She felt safe and comfortable here thanks to its low crime rate, friendly community, and cleanish environment. And above all, the largest Royal Park. She had purchased the house for half a million and had hired specialists to help renovate it to her personal tastes.
Leonard found the large house as the sunlight broke the shadows of the trees. He had visited many wealthy clients in his first six months since joining the shoe suppliers, but none compared with Lady Penelope. He had been casually advised that the wealthy middle-aged woman had a reputation for being a man-eater and that she had an unquenchable thirst for those of a tender age. As he had just turned twenty-one, his dick might be up for grabs. Literally!
"This way," said the uniformed maid who led the way down a tiled hallway with a high ceiling.
The woman spoke no more as she walked slowly but with purpose and stopped outside one room that had double doors. She opened them and announced Leonard's arrival. Lady Penelope was standing by the window and the rays of the sun silhouetted her tall frame.
She turned and blew smoke from a cigarette set in a long black holder. Leonard was impressed by her choice of outfit which consisted of a silk blouse in berry red that featured an exaggerated collar with button fastening which she wore enticingly open. Her beige mini-style pencil skirt was cut for a close fit from wool that was accented by gold rivets and which did the job of accentuating her long and luscious legs. With her shirt tucked into the sculpting high-rise waist, she displayed a stylish look and feel. Naturally, his eyes fell upon her feet and he noted her £500 plus Jimmy Choo Ivette nude patent strappy sandals in black.
"You're thirty minutes late. I abhor tardiness with a passion."
With the grace as well as the temperament of a big cat, the tall blonde vision stubbed out her smoke in a cut glass ashtray and sat down in an ornate Queen Anne armchair.
"So, where is Mary?" she asked in a plummy accent.
"Mary is busy elsewhere. She sends her profound apologies."
"And who might you be?"
"The name's Leonard. Leonard Ashfordly."
"Ashfordly? Of the Kent Ashfordly's?"
"Indeed, My Lady. Lord Rupert is my Father."
"I see. How is the old beggar? Haven't seen him in Yonks. Are you spoken for?"
Leonard shifted from one foot to the other as she stared directly at him. This woman was utterly free of pretension and was clear-headed, he thought.
"I'm engaged. To one Lady Patricia Brewster."
"What? That silly young cow with the atrocious giggle and skinny arse? Oh, young man. You could do so much better."
Lady Penelope mentally undressed him and she cocked her head with an altogether prurient interest. Leonard visibly balked. Her flashing blue-grey eyes told him that she would be able to eat him up alive if she so wished, and the way her voluptuous body filled out her top and skirt was almost enough to draw him into her arms. Alarm bells rang.
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"May we try on some shoes?"
Lady Penelope spread her hands and looked at the timid chap disdainfully.
"Yes. Yes, of course. Size eight, right? I brought some fine pairs for you to try on today."
He dumped several boxes on the thick shag pile as the top-heavy socialite fussed with her loose hair and adjusted the hem of her skirt. Leonard brought out a small rack and helped her put her left foot upon it as he removed her shoe. He lifted the lid of the first choice and Penny cocked her head at the sight of a pair of Christian Louboutin high-heel pumps in black leather. They had a distinctive red sole and had a five-inch stiletto.
"These retail at £500 and come in a five or four-inch heel."
"Slip it on."
Leonard gently took her foot and slid it on for her. Her Ladyship studied it and languidly caressed her calf, pumping her foot as she did so. The already nervous chap gulped as he looked up her legs from his kneeling position and caught a glimpse of her golden pubes that hid her sex. The copiously endowed vixen had foregone wearing any underwear under her pencil-style skirt and showed no inhibitions about flashing him. Penny noted his obvious lascivious gaze and she licked her lips in a forward gesture.
"These are superb. I'll take both the four and five-inch pairs. Next."
Leonard shifted and hoped that his stiffening dick was sufficiently out of her view. He opened another box and peeled back the soft tissue. These sandals were made by Aquazurra and were in silver, with high heels, an open toe, a single band over the front of the foot, a longer tie at the ankle, and a triangle-shaped support behind the heel.
"These are made in Italy and cost £600."
The woman nodded as he placed her foot in one. As he did so, she held his hand in hers and together they shoed both of her feet. Lady Penelope stood up and walked about the room in the new sandals. She had a graceful step as she made three circuits around him.
"Yes, very fuckable," she announced with a sly look in his direction. "I shall make heads turn when I wear these. Don't you agree?"
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