Diamonds In The Ruff

by John Hudson

 

WEDNESDAY

 

It is a cloudy and rainy morning as Julie gets up and dresses for work. Despite the rain, she thinks how really grateful she is to have John's assistance in this whole ordeal with the diamonds. "This is just God's genuine protection for me," she surmises as she showers. She is surprised by the coolness in the air as she steps outside to begin walking toward the bus stop a few blocks away. Even her 41/2 " heels weighted slightly by the diamonds do not bother her as she walks. The greenness of the trees and the birds chirping away are a reminder to her of God's graciousness and that even though it is summer, there is still a hint of Spring in the air.

Julie arrives at her bus stop a few minutes early and settles into one of the benches. She is glad to have a chance to get her weight off her feet, even if it is only for a few minutes. On this damp morning she is the only one waiting for this particular bus. Usually she has trouble finding a seat. A few minutes later the bus arrives and she clicks her way on the bus and has a seat about mid way down the isle. This is partly out of self-defense because she sits as the bus lurches forward from its stop. "Sorry, lady," the driver yells back, "the accelerator stuck". Julie settles into her seat and just watches the hustle and bustle of the daily routine as her ride continues. She can't help but think how really nice it is to be able to relax on this ride instead of having to fight the traffic and then find parking, perhaps further away than her downtown bus stop.

Once downtown Julie steps slowly off the bus, ever mindful that her tight skirt keeps her from going as fast as she would like. She continues the four block walk in the slow drizzle to her office building confidant that this day will be exciting if nothing else just because she is alive. She arrives at her desk at 8:30 am and almost immediately takes a phone call from John. "Are you ok", he asks. "Couldn't be better", she quips. "I wish you wouldn't take the bus while this chase is going on. All kinds of off the wall stuff can happen," John says. "Won't do you any good to argue," Julie quips. "I enjoy the outdoors too much even if it is in a drizzle and being able to relax that last few minutes before work." "Ok, ok. I've heard enough", John says. "How about if I pick you up in the lobby after work and we come to my place for a cook out," he continues. "Sounds great to me," Julie says. "See you about 5:30 pm. give me a few minutes to freshen up after this long day." "5:30 pm it is," John says as he rings off.

The next few hours seem to literally fly by as Julie works on an administrative assignment for her boss Tom Rosenberg. Tom is a good family man and knows Julie works very hard to please him and he goes to great lengths to please her. Today Julie is extra busy and works through most of her lunch period so she can be sure to get off in plenty of time to freshen up. Despite her hard and industrious work it is still nearly 5:30 before Julie realizes the time. At this time she puts her work away and hustles to the ladies room to apply some fresh makeup and brush her hair. She also straightens her stockings at the garters and adjusts her bra.

At 5:40 pm she arrives in the lobby to wait for me. As she backs up to a marble covered wall her feet tell her they have not been out of her shoes all day. So she slips one shoe off at a time using the marble wall and her other foot for support. She has just slipped her left foot back into her shoe when she sees John's Red VW Karmann Ghia pull up to the door. She hustles out into the heat and jumps a couple of puddles and into the car.

"Wow, this is cool", Julie quips. "Never been in a Karmann Ghia before. Is it good on gas", she says settling back into the hot vinyl seat. "Yes", John say. "This car is my pride and joy. Don't get a chance to drive it much, but when I do it gives me a real thrill. I hope the no AC is okay with you. Just no get up and go with one", John says and they motor down the street. John can't help but again notice the smooth silk of Julie's stockings as they shine in the sun and disappear into her high heels. This is truly one stunning young lady he thinks to himself. John is also stimulated by her attitude. Willing to adjust to any circumstance and be content with her surroundings.

On the way to John's house they stop at a local grocery for a few things for dinner. John figures he might as well let his guest eat things she likes. So, they pick up some materials for a salad and a couple of good thick steaks, baked potatoes and veggies. Even a cherry pie for dessert. Looking at Julie moving gracefully between the aisles in her tight skirt and heels is very appealing to John. One time she even squats down to the lower shelf to get a can of beans and John is just sure the skirt is going to pop its seams, but it doesn't. He figures she probably doesn't do this enough to bring the seams to their breaking point. From looking at her shoes he can not tell the diamonds are in the heels or is there much sign of additional weight. This should work well to hide them, he surmises.

This short break in the coolness of the store is quickly broken by the sultry heat and humidity from the morning rain as they go outside to John's car. "Thank you for being willing to ride in my car in this heat Julie", he says as they get in. "Not many women who would be willing to do this". "Oh, no problem", Julie quips. "This is cool to be able to ride in such a neat little car". A few minutes later they arrive at John's home where he parks in a side carport to the side of the garage which houses a '00 VW Jetta, which is John's daily driver.

The heat seems to be almost insurmountable as they walk to the front of John's house and enter. John can see little beads of sweat on Julie's face. She is definitely hot as they enter his house. "Not much cooler in here," Julie says gliding gracefully through the house to look out upon a large back yard. "This is a really a nice home John. I love your back yard with the trees. I bet it's not any hotter in the back yard than it is right here," she says. I watch silently as she gazes out the glass doors for what appears to be a very long time. Once she even stops to drop her right shoe and let her toes get a bit of a stretch before working her foot back into the shoe. "Can I go outside," she asks. "Sure, just be careful of the rocks on the side of the patio and if you get off into the grass it may be a little soft from the morning rain." "Okay, I'll be careful," she says as she walks out onto the concrete patio and feels the breezes blowing through the trees. Once she steps off one of the larger rocks and her heel goes into the dirt to a point where she almost loses her balance. "Whew," she says. "You weren't kidding about the soft ground. Don't believe I will do this again." As John watches her do a balancing act he can't help but think how athletic she must be to have recovered from a near total sinking of her heel into the grass. Again, no rips in the skirt, but it is definitely stretched beyond its limits. Julie then clicks her way back to the concrete patio and pulls out a lawn chair to sit down and watch John as he gets the gas grill out from it customary storage place and begins to fire it up. John goes back into the kitchen and gets the steaks they just purchased prepared for the grill and put greens into salad bowls and begins to heat the veggies as well. Baked potatoes go into the microwave for a good 30 minutes of cooking while he finishes up the salads and return to the patio to put the steaks on the grill. During this time Julie has been sitting comfortably with one leg crossed over the other in turns watching John do his little grilling effort.

"Boy! You are really talented in this cooking thing John," Julie says confidently. "I don't see too many guys as organized in your activities as you are," she says letting her left leg drop her shoe just a little bit. John can see the beginning of the reinforced heel emerging at the heel of her shoe. Julie continues twitching her foot ever so slightly as she watches the dinner preparations. This is about as far as the heel gets out of the shoe before she changes legs. She appears comfortable as she continues to watch John's progress. The wind is the only thing that helps them stay somewhat coos as they sit and talk before the dinner. They are almost ready to eat when Julie asks. "Can I help with the final preparations." "Sure, John comments," hoping that she would ask. He quickly puts her to work at the outside bar preparing the last of the salad. Julie cuts and assembles some green peppers, tomatoes and mushrooms for each salad. John sneaks peaks at her feet, hoping he will see her slip one of her shoes off, but the event never happens.

"Well, we are ready," John announces about 30-minutes later as he takes the hot baked potatoes from the microwave and the steaks off the grill. He can tell Julie is ready to sit down again. Julie takes the salads and John grabs the steaks with potatoes and they head inside to a foyer, which doubles as the dining room. John places the plates on the bar and Julie sets the salads down and John goes ahead and seats Julie at a bar stool. She is stunning in her work clothes and black heels. John returns a few minutes later with place mats, coasters and iced tea. Another trip for sour cream, butter and salt and pepper and they are ready to begin.

They eat in silence and John is amazed that Julie has sat and watched all these proceedings of the evening and never really made any attempt to remove her shoes. He can only guess that her feet must be very tired from her day at work and look forward to their time together this evening. "Would you like me to get the desert", Julie says getting up to clear some of the table. "That would be very nice", John quips back. Julie gathers enough of the dishes to take to the kitchen and then gets ice cream from the freezer and spoons it into two large bowls and over the cherry pie that they had purchased earlier in the evening. "This is great,:" John says as he watches Julie move toward them with a bowl in each hand. Her glide across the floor in the 41/2" heels is breath taking to him. Even after 12 hours since leaving for work Julie appears as chipper as ever. She puts a bowl of the vanilla ice cream and cherry pie in front of John and places a bowl for herself on the table THEN instead of sitting in the bar stool she puts a foot on the rung and hoists herself on the bar itself. They then begin eating their desert in silence. John's pants begin to swell as he watches Julie's feet dangling from the bar not 18" from his waist.

"Would you like me to rub your feet," John asks Julie timidly. "Absolutely, why do you think I'm sitting on the bar so close to you," she says. "Ok," I gulp as I put my hand on her right leg and feel the smooth tight nylon around her legs. I slowly work my hand down the smooth nylon material and around her shoe and then the heel of her shoe. "That feels nice," Julie remarks as he caresses her shoe and ankle. Then John puts two fingers into the side of her shoe and feels her "hot" foot inside. "Your foot is hot. Have your shoes been on all day," he remarks. "All day," Julie says. John slowly works his fingers around the inside of her shoe and slowly pushes the heel off her foot. He then begins massaging her toes and the ball of her foot and lets the shoe fall to the floor. He then massages her foot with both hands. After a few minutes Julie takes the left foot and places it in John's lap and begins to use the heel between his legs. John can feel himself harden slowly. He is just about to put his fingers into her shoe when her foot suddenly emerges from the shoe and she massages his leg with her stocking foot. This excites John, but he also remembers that he needs to remain true to his feelings and not allow myself to get over stimulated because he doesn't want their relationship to stray off course. So, he takes Julie's other foot in his hands and once again gives her a good massage. He also picks up her shoe from his lap and examines the heel just for a moment before letting it drop to the floor with the other one.

When Julie seems satisfied John gets up and looking at his watch acknowledge the time. It is 10:00 pm and they have been enjoying each others company and lost track of the time. "Would you help me down," Julie asks. "I think I have overstayed my welcome and better go home." "Ok," John says a little reluctantly and helps Julie down from the bar. "Would it embarrass you too much if I just carry my shoes home," she says. "I am really tired and don't want to make you walk through removing my shoes again." "That is fine with me, " John says as he watches Julie pick up her shoes and wrap and walk through the back yard to the car.

John and Julie drive to Julie's home in relative silence. "John wishes at this moment that their relationship were serious enough to carry them further along, but also acknowledges that their love and respect will only grow for each other as they maintain their distance. Once at Julie's home John walks her inside and after determining that the whole house is safe leaves her at the front door. As he leaves he senses that their relationship has taken a giant step forward because they have refrained from sexual intimacy that easily could have developed when Julie removed her shoe in his lap. John is deeply grateful for Julie's presence in his life and for the respect they are attaining for each other. This has truly been a special evening he reflects as he drives home.

  

  

  

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