Andrea's Beginnings

by

Candy Heels

Part 13

  

Andrea was feeling a happiness that she had never previously known. She knew in her mind that she was a young boy but in her heart and her soul she knew that she was a young woman. She felt so blessed. She had found her image. She realized that it was an image of an elegant young woman and she loved that idea. Her mind began to race and she thought of a life this way – a career maybe – she began to wonder what she might do. She admired Sarah as a teacher but that wasn't quite right. Maybe a businesswoman or even an airline Stewardess. She wondered if they wore high heeled shoes at work – because whatever she might do, she would have to wear high heeled shoes all the time.

She decided to wait for Sarah downstairs. Going down the carpeted stairs in such high heels required some focus and she loved the way her right leg was displayed as she did so. Sarah's townhouse had a lovely patio overlooking the gardens that lead to the pool area and she decided to go outside to wait.

It was a lovely spring evening with such pleasant temperature and almost no wind at all. The sun would be down in about 2 hours and glowed so nicely in the western sky. It also made the glass patio doors so mirror-like that she could see her full-length reflection in them. She was again so shocked at her own beauty. She could clearly see her new high heeled shoes and she loved what she saw. The heels were so high that her already high arches were amazingly vertical. She took a few steps and loved the fact that she truly was very expert at walking so nicely in such high heels.

"A little narcissistic aren't we?" and a laugh came from behind her.

"Huh?"

"It just means that you enjoy your own beauty." Sarah explained.

"Oh I am so sorry."

"You must not be. You are beautiful and it's nice that you are pleased with your own image. It gives a woman a great deal of confidence. I would only suggest that you avoid letting others see you looking in a mirror too much."

"I promise and you look fabulous!!!!"

Sarah was wearing a silver straight skirt that was very tight and hung to just above her knees. Her top was a black silk low cut blouse with a high formal collar and she accented her neckline with three strands of bright pearls. Her shoes were also exquisite – yet another pair that Andrea had not seen. They were very low cut pointed toed pumps in gleaming silver. On the toes was a black patent ornament in the shape of a rose and the stiletto heels were also black patent – ultra thin but they seemed to be only 5" high.

Andrea exclaimed,

"I adore how you look and those high heels are so gorgeous."

"Thank you Sis. I think we look pretty nice for this party. I tried these with the same heel height that you are wearing but I don't think I could manage all evening in 5 ¾" high heels so I just got 5". You have a higher arch that I do and frankly you are better able to wear ultra high heels than I am."

"Sarah I feel badly. I can wear lower heels if it would make you feel better but I love these and they really are comfortable for me."

"No way, I bought those especially because I knew you would love them and if they feel nice then enjoy them. I hope they're not too high after and evening of socializing and dancing. We'll see I guess." And she laughed.

Sarah had a cute little red Honda Civic that Andrea had never seen before. It was a short walk to the covered parking area where she kept it. Their stiletto heels both had steel heel tips – the heels were so terribly thin that no other form of heel tip would last – and they rang and echoed of the parking area walls as they approached the car. If Sarah enjoyed the sound as much as Andrea, she said nothing about it.

The drive to the private country club where the party was to be held took them through some of the loveliest areas in town -wonderful neighborhoods with tree-lined streets and expensive homes with beautiful grounds. They chatted about all the things that girls discuss. Sarah reminded her that the cute suede clutch bag she had prepared for her contained lipstick, a brush for her hair and a little stick of blush should her makeup need repair.

The gateway to the club was ornate and beautiful. The lane was lined with huge spruce trees and meandered for what seemed to be a mile to a secluded parking area also surrounded by the huge trees. They got out of the car and smoothed their dresses and looked for the clubhouse. A small ornate sign in bronze seemed to lead the way to a pretty pathway among the trees. They began to walk that way. It was a very pretty path but it seemed to never end.

Sarah finally said,

"I hope this isn't much longer because my feet are starting to bother me a bit in these heels. I guess I should have worn these a bit to break them in. How are yours?"

"I have to admit that it feels like my feet are sliding down a bit into my heels. My arches are feeling sort of jammed a bit. But I will be okay."

They heard a soft motor sound from ahead and suddenly a golf cart appeared in front of them. A very handsome young man dressed in a crisp black three-piece suit was driving it. He smiled broadly and said,

"I am here to rescue the pretty ladies and drive you to the clubhouse."

Sarah and Andrea both smiled and Sarah answered,

"Why thank you kind Sir. This is so nice of you."

Sarah got into the rear seat of the upscale luxury cart and Andrea sat beside the driver. She realized that sitting in this cart in her dress that there was no way to prevent her right leg from being almost completely exposed. Actually she did not mind because she noticed this young man stealing glances at her legs and possibly her high heeled shoes and she seemed to like that very much.

He said almost shyly, almost blushing,

"It is quite a way yet to the clubhouse and it might have been a long walk in those high heels."

Andrea suddenly felt a little bold and before Sarah could answer she said,

"Actually we were fine. It is lovely of you to drive us but it is also such a nice evening for a walk and these shoes are so comfy. I hope you don't think these heels are too high."

She extended her leg only slightly but certainly far enough that he had a clear view of her leg, her arches and the very high heel of her shoe.

Now it was clear that he was uncomfortable and responded, again stealing glances at her shoes,

"No they are really pretty. Maybe you might grant me a dance later this evening?"

"Thank you. That would be really nice. I would like that."

After he dropped them at the entrance to the fabulous old Victorian clubhouse and had driven away, Sarah chastised her with a huge smile,

"You are terrible teasing that nice young man with your high heels like that. The poor boy was overwhelmed."

"Do you think so? That was such fun. I love being pretty and I adore people that like my high heels."

"Behave yourself." And she laughed aloud.

As they entered the formal room of the clubhouse Andrea immediately saw a face she recognized – it was Mrs. Williams standing there greeting guests. She was apparently the hostess and the handsome gray-haired gentleman with her was no doubt Mr. Williams. Somehow they had been invited to a party of the very wealthy.

Mrs. Williams beamed when she saw Andrea,

"Frank this is the exquisite young woman that I was telling you about. Andrea I would love for you to meet my husband."

Andrea extended her small hand and gripped his gently but with a lady's grip,

"It is so very nice to meet you Sir – have you met my sister Sarah?"

Mr. Williams smiled a broad and genuine welcome,

"It is my privilege to meet two such beautiful young ladies. Welcome!!"

It was clear that meeting Andrea had encouraged Mrs. Williams because she was radiant. She was wearing a fabulous cream-colored cocktail dress with spaghetti straps and a full skirt. He nylons had a sheen of gold and her shoes were 5" stiletto heeled pointed toed pumps. They were gold patent and very low cut – it was also clear that she was very at home in these stiletto heels.

While Sarah and Mr. Williams were making small talk, Mrs. Williams put her hand on Andrea's arm, came very close and whispered in her ear,

"Bless you for encouraging me back into high heels. I had forgotten how wonderful I feel wearing them. And yours are to die for – those heels are so high. God how I wish I could wear your size. How high are they?"

Andrea whispered so softly and exaggerated slightly,

"They're actually 6" heels and I love them too. I am so happy that you are back into high heeled shoes."

"So is my husband. I was breaking these in again this afternoon and he was like a teenager on me again. I wore these high heels in bed with him."

And they both laughed aloud.

Mr. Williams looked at them questioning,

"What are you two giggling about?"

to be continued

  

  

  

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