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S is for Selena (aka 'The shoe's on the other foot')

by Bethany Jacques

 

"His name is Ken," my friend Isabella had told me as she recounted her own encounter and that of her friend. "I got to first base with him that first time he came in the club. Just a quick snog and then he seemed to take fright."

"Were you wearing that red number, the one with holes down the sides? That with your thigh-boots, my dear, is liable to scare any man off" I'd joked.

She'd grinned. "No, just a tight dress, hardly a mini really. And the next week Carina got as far as him caressing a boob, but again he made some feeble excuse and left. Pity, he really is gorgeous."

"Well, maybe he'll be there again this week" Id suggested in commiseration.

"I'm not so sure. Anyway, I saw him. In town. That shoe shop near the fountain in the arcade? 'Lenton's' isn't it? He's the new manager."

"Right" I'd said. The thought was a tempting one. "And you're sure he was up for it."

"Well, we thought so. We both did."

"And he knew?"

"Knew what? Oh, that. Yes, definitely, no doubt about that. You could tell by the way he looked."

"And he's gorgeous, you say?"

"Oh yeah, a real dish."

That had decided it. I couldn't wait for the next Friday club night, I'd gone into town and made my way to Lenton's. All 'equipped' if you know what I mean, I'd timed it to get there on the Thursday, just before 5.30. To buy shoes of course.

It was deliberate policy to arrive late, and it worked. I spent a couple of minutes looking in the window, Isabella was certainly right, there had been changes there. I'd looked in that window several times in the past, well, of course I had. Amy woman like me would take any chance at all to look in a shoe shop window though not at the boring black and brown men's' shoes. And the window was different from the previous occasion I'd looked in there, maybe a month earlier. Gone were the sensible shoes, the low heels and comfortable slippers, or at least there were less of them there. In their place right in the middle were five or six pairs most definitely more to the taste of a woman like me. Lovely strappy heels, and very high heels at that. And at the side, though not entirely to my own taste, one pair of distinctly fetish-like high-heeled boots, black and shiny and very studded. I could see Isabella in them, I really could.

Definitely, this place had a new manager and he was stamping his own mark on the window display. Well, I hoped so. I'd gone for a mini-dress, of course, and my favourite wig. As I'd moved towards the shop door to push, it had opened and two young girls had been on the pint of leaving.

"Goodnight Mr Jones" they had both called, almost in unison.

"Goodnight Evelyn. Harriet. Oh, hello. Er - good evening."

He'd seen me. He'd stuttered. I'd known that a tall leggy blonde tended to do that to a man, that's why I'd chosen to wear my long platinum 'big hair' wig.

I checked his name badge to check I'd heard the two assistants right. 'Kenneth Jones'. This was him. This was the guy Isabella had been talking about. I'd missed two weeks in a row at the club, family commitments you know. OK then, my mother had been to stay and there was absolutely no way I could have worn such a short skirt and heels while she'd been there. Mr Jones turned towards me, he just couldn't help looking down at my legs again!.

"I'm afraid we're closing now. Maybe you could come back tomorrow."

I looked disappointed. "Oh dear, I'm looking for a pair of really high heels. I was so hoping to find something suitable tonight. I know it's late...."

That did it. "Well, maybe - er. Do come in."

I slipped in past him and took off my long coat to reveal my tight mini-dress, my long legs and my high-ish heels. Only four inch heels though.

"Well, if you don't mind me serving you, madam, I'm sure we can find something quite quickly."

Yes! Got him, I could tell. But if I wasn't mistaken, he hadn't got it, not yet anyway. This could be even more fun that I'd anticipated.

"I'll have to lock the door, to stop other customers coming in. Since we're really closed, if you see what I mean."

"That's all right - er - Mr Jones" I purred, peering again at his name badge.

"It's Kenneth. But please, call me Ken."

"Thank you. And though I'm really Mrs Wilson, you can call me Selena."

"Nice name. If I may say so."

Yes! Yes! I tried to blush, a bit difficult really, my make-up was designed to cover all sorts and probably hid any reddening cheeks as well. I smiled, aware of the effect of a rich red smile on a man, it usually worked. I'd taken so much care with my lipstick, I'm the sort of grrl who thinks a rich, red, quality smile works wonders. Kenneth smiled too.

He turned to lock the door behind him, then moved to take my arm and lead me away from the front of the shop, round a slight bend where we wouldn't be seen by anyone walking past along the arcade. Turning the lights off in the entrance, he turned to me and asked, "How can I help you, Madam?"

"Selena" I said.

"Sorry" he replied.

"I'm looking for a pair of sexy high heels, really high, and one of my girl friends recommended you," I said in as sweet and sexy a voice as I could muster. I'd always known I sounded good, it was a big plus in my game. A sexy femme voice I could do.

"Oh yes," he answered. "To impress your husband maybe. Mr Wilson."

"Oh no, I don't want to impress that bastard. No, they're just for me really, I like to dress attractively. And most men seem to find a woman's legs look so much sexier in very high heels."

I smiled, maybe a little seductively as I sat on a chair, away from the view from the door, and crossed my legs.

"I so agree, I myself really appreciate a woman who can wear high heels though I know some can't. Well, anything special?"

I looked up at him, he was positively leering at me. I struggled a little to remove my jacket, his expression confirming to me when he saw my cleavage that I'd judged him right. "Well - er - Kenneth. The higher the better really."

He kneeled down in front of me and took my foot in his hand, examining it. "You look like a size eight, Selena, rather a large size for a woman."

For a moment I thought maybe he'd realised, but from the look on his face as he turned towards me I realised he still hadn't. Not yet. Hell, how far could I take this?

Kenneth took my shoe off, letting his fingers blatantly caress my silken clad foot. I'd picked sheer black seamed stockings deliberately, experience had shown me they can drive a certain kind of man wild.

"Oooh, Kenneth, that feels good. You have a very tender touch. You can do that some more if you like." And I just sat there, wallowing in delight as he smiled at me and continued to caress my feet. I was so glad I'd painted my toe-nails, the red toes were just visible through the dusky nylon of my stockings. I knew damn well the experiences, both visual and tactile, were exciting him.

"I think I have just what you want, I'll be right back."

Coming back with three shoe-boxes, Ken laid them on the floor and then sat on a little stool in front of me. He opened the first box and began his salesman's patter.

"This is a big seller in our London branches, " he said as he smoothly slid the shoe onto my foot and hooked the tiny strap around my ankle, taking a little time to caress my lower leg a little more. "See how it accentuates your leg?"

Ken kept talking as he worked, but I could see that his mind was focused on my legs. I had on a short, tight dress that tied at the waist and ended a few inches above my knees. The effect was alluring but not blatantly sexual, until you looked at my eyes. Smoky grey and framed by long lashes, if I'd got it right they practically smouldered with passion. As he slid the other heel on my dress opened to expose one long leg. I could tell he was desperate to see even higher but I knew I had to play the game. He watched as I stood and strolled back and forth, trying to emphasise the sway of my hips. Smiling I turned and pushed my right leg forward, that leg chosen because I knew it would make the split in my dress part high enough for him to see the exotic lace trim of my thigh high stockings.

"Well?" Ken said. "What do you think?"

He looked, he smiled, he leered. I sat back down and crossed my legs again. I tipped my head seductively to one side and said, "They are nice and I like the straps, but do you have something even sexier?"

"Sexier?"

"Yes. Higher heels I mean. These are - what - about four-inch heels, maybe four-and-a-half. Well, I think I could wear something higher I think. Would you agree?"

"Oh yes, Selena." He was definitely getting turned on by then. "I have another pair here, black patent stilettos, they have a six-inch heel."

"Ooh, they sound just lovely. Do you think I could wear them? I mean, have I got the legs to carry them off?" And with that I stretched my right leg right out, pulling the hem of my dress to one side slightly to blatantly reveal my stocking tops and an expanse of bare thigh above.

"Oh, yes Selena. YES!" He was loving the teasing, he thought he knew where it was leading. I was being so provocative, so promiscuous, there was only one possible outcome. Actually, though he didn't know it, there were two, and it was number two I was looking forward to. I smiled in anticipation of the classic black high heels he'd promised.

As he took my shoe off I took the opportunity to move my toes onto the upper part of his thigh, slowly letting my foot just touch the now-visible bulge in his trousers. He moaned slightly, I just smiled as coquettishly as I could. By the time I tried on the first of the gorgeous black heels my dress was sliding a little high on my thighs, so high I was sure he would be able to see the vee of my tiny black thong. Ken's hand lifted my leg to slip the shoe on and in the process I opened my thighs just a little more, giving him a peek of that most intimate item of silk lingerie. He was having difficulty controlling himself, I could see.

Trembling ever so slightly, he watched almost breathlessly as I slid my second foot in. He couldn't take his eyes off me, I was damn near to cumming in my thong myself, everything was straining inside there. I'd dressed for the occasion, I knew my body was the classic hourglass shape, big tits, small waist, and full hips. My black bustier strained to hold my bulging 'breasts' and I knew he'd be able to see the outline of my nipples through the black lace of the bra.

After putting the shoe on, he let his hands trail up my leg yet again, and even higher than before. The feel of his hands sliding gently up the silk of my stocking was now sending shivers through me too. He must have heard my intake of breath as his hands edged closer to the tops of my stockings. His eyes locked on mine, our faces moved together. He was watching as I teasingly licked my shining red lips, an act so sensual I almost felt his heart pounding. Abruptly Ken pulled back, and as he did he slid his hand smoothly down my leg.

"Selena...." He was going to say something significant, I knew, but I was puzzled. He'd brought three shoe boxes. I interrupted, asking what was in the third box. He seemed disappointed, the moment had passed but I knew it would return. I was going to make damn sure it did!

"Well, these are my favourites, " Ken said, opening the box to reveal the most beautiful pair of high heels I'd seen in my life. OK, so black stilettos, though that phrase didn't do them justice. Black shoes, with a three inch platform and a silver dagger-thin spiked heel which must have been at least nine inches long, with silver straps which would be cross-hatched up the ankle and tied about five inches higher.

"Oh my God, Kenneth. They're gorgeous, they're obscene! They're positively pornographic!" I exclaimed. Ken was leering again. I know he wanted to see me wearing them and he knew I needed to wear them! I slipped off the previous pair and stretched a leg towards him.

"OK then Ken, it's up to you." He slid the shoe onto my foot, caressing my ankles again and still having problems controlling his breathing, he was clearly SO aroused. And I myself wasn't exactly calm as he laced the silver straps of the high heel around my leg and over my calf, where he tied them off. Holding my leg out straight he admired his handiwork.

"How about the other one? I'm sure you will fall in love with them."

It was a rhetorical question and lifting my other leg he began to 'dress' my left foot. I was having difficulty coping too, he could tell the whole experience was doing something for me. Doing a lot! My breathing was shallow now as he finished lacing the second heel. Helping me up, he watched as I paraded in front of him.

OK so I'd worn very high heels before but never anything so high and so beautiful. I reached out a hand to Kenneth, he stood up and helped me to steady myself.

"Well, what do you think?"

He just stared at me, at my legs, at my figure, at my over-done makeup and long blonde hair.

"Yes, you're right. Obscene is the word, you look positively orgasmic." I allowed him to pull me a little closer, pretending that I was using him to help balance myself. His hand slid round my waist, too quickly for me to do anything about it, not that I would have done.

"Well, what do you think now?"

I knew what he was thinking, the whole dressing-up earlier that evening had been with that moment in mind. Perched on the nine-inch high heels and with my big boobs and my blonde hair flowing down my back, I knew that I was his sexual fantasy come alive.

"I think - oh my God, I just love them!" I exclaimed, looking down at the reflection of my adorned feet in the low mirror, specially put there for exactly that purpose. I paused and grinned sexily at Kenneth. "Now, you can see the full effect. What do YOU think?"

I thrust a leg towards him again allowing the folds of my dress to part, giving him a good eyeful of the tops of my stockings. He reached out a hand towards he, leering in a rather disgusting manner. I took his hand and squeezed it slightly. Part of me wanted him to take me there and then, I was desperate to thrust my tongue between his lips and feel his big masculine hands pawing my feminised body. Yet another part of me didn't want that, I wanted to delay, I wanted to stretch out the seduction, to revel in my own anticipation as well as his, of the moment when surely he was going to give me a good old-fashioned shagging.

"Selena, I am so lucky to feast my eyes on the beauty I see before me. Come with me, into my office, I have a long mirror in there, you can see the full effect."

Oh yes, I did so want to see that. I kept hold of his hand tightly to help me balance again as he led me towards a door at the back of the shop and into a small room. Not very fancy, more functional, a desk and a computer and a small wide armchair, almost a sofa. And facing me, a huge full-height mirror. I looked, I gasped.

"Oh my, Mr Jones, they are just gorgeous, I'll definitely have them."

"I rather thought you might, Mrs Wilson." I giggled, somehow we'd both become much more formal. Kenneth was standing behind me as I posed and turned to inspect my reflection.

"You were hinting, Mrs Wilson, that such an exotic purchase was maybe not for your husband's benefit? If you don't mind my asking."

I was loving it, I'd obviously 'dressed' so much more effectively than ever before. Or maybe - the thought began to worry me - either Isabella had judged him wrong, or even that this was the wrong Kenneth! I decided I had to continue.

"Oh no, he doesn't really appreciate my attraction any more. After all, I'm not the young girl I once was."

True!

"Really, Mrs Wilson. You are not doing yourself justice. Many men would just love to be in the company of a stunningly-dressed woman like yourself, I promise you."

"Why thank you, Mr Jones. That is so kind." And I turned and kissed him, just briefly, on the cheek. Kenneth enjoyed that, I could tell, but I wanted more and I was sure he did too. "So, maybe I'll be lucky soon. Find another man, I mean."

"Maybe." He said. He was standing behind me, looking past me, staring at my reflection. I felt his body press against mine as he moved closer. "Oh dear, Mrs Wilson. Your stockings, they have been disturbed a little, maybe I should smoothe them for you. It takes a special kind of woman to carry off stockings like that, I think."

"Where?" I asked, knowing full well that there was nothing at all wrong with my stockings as I slid my dress to one side to 'inspect' them.

"Allow me?" he asked, looking into my eyes.

"Of course, Mr Jones" I muttered, rather coyly I hoped.

So I stood there as I watched Kenneth, in the mirror, reach down beside me, stretching his hand across to slide it smoothly but firmly from my knee and right up my right leg, lifting my dress to reveal by bare smooth thigh and approach my thong. I was shaking, I was desperate, the tightly trapped secret between my legs under my black thong was aching for release. I knew it couldn't be long and so desperately hoped Isabella had 'read' this guy right - if it indeed was him. Otherwise he might not like his surprise!

I almost swooned. "Oh my, Kenneth, that feels so SO good!"

He was caressing the upper part of my thigh, very slowly moving his hand towards my crotch. I was breathing deeply as he leaned across and amorously began to tease my ear with his tongue.

"You deserve to feel good, Selena, you so deserve it." And I felt for the first time that evening what I'd wanted, needed, I felt Kenneth pushing his erection hard against me.

"God Selena, I so want to ..."

"What do you want, Kenneth?" I was squirming, my thong was close to popping point.

"I want to ...." He didn't say it, he did it. His other hand snaked round and pulled the tie on my dress, allowing it to slip from my shoulders and fall onto the floor. The hand then moved up to caress my breasts as I began to shake uncontrollably. And is if that wasn't enough, the hand which had been threatening to uncover my lack of cunt, if you see what I mean, changed direction. I watched as it slid round my waist and began to tease the crack in my arse. I shifted my legs apart, an indication that I approved - and I was ready.

"God, Selena. I've always dreamed of having a woman like you, like this."

"What do you mean?" I managed to ask as his caresses became more vigorous, as I gazed at his fingers sliding across my black bra and manipulating my breast-forms, the most realistic and the most expensive I'd ever bought.

I heard a sound. An unzipping sound. I felt Kenneth's fingers sliding down the crack in my arse, then I felt - something else. Yes! Oh my God, yes, I couldn't believe it, he was there!

"Like this!" he said, biting my ear gently while simultaneously beginning to ease his erect rod into my arse. The height, me on nine-inch heels helped, somehow he hit me at exactly the right angle, I felt his hot cock smoothly and swiftly slide right in, then begin to oscillate as he started to fuck me.

"Oh yes, Kenneth, oh wow, that is...."

"I bet your husband never fucked you like this!"

I could hardly speak. I was amazed it had gone so far, I was actually there, a woman, being arse-fucked by a man, and he was still talking about my husband! I looked in amazement at the scantily clad whore in front of me, boobs thrusting from her tight low-cut bra, her thong - bulging, at her black stockings and pornographically high heels. Whore was indeed the right word, I was being well-and-truly shagged.

"Oh God, no, never, my husband would be amazed if he could see me now."

"He'd think you are a tart."

"He would!" I could hardly speak as I felt Kenneth's cock thrust deeper with every stroke.

"He'd think 'She's a slut', wouldn't he?"

"He would! And I am a slut."

"He'd think - oh my GOD!!!!"

I looked at Kenneth's reflection. At last. He'd realised. I could do it. I reached down and thrust a thumb inside my thong, pulling it down and allowing my trapped aching cock to spring free.

"OH MY....!"

Kenneth couldn't finish the sentence. I felt his cock bulge, I felt it slide right in to the hilt, I felt his balls hit the cheeks of my arse and I felt his cock-head swell as he climaxed deep inside me.

"Oh my darling!" he almost shouted, burying his head in my neck, squeezing my left breast hard, as my own released cock shot its load of sperm out horizontally to splatter hard against the mirror we were both staring into.

"YES my DARLING" I shouted, as we both shuddered, as wave after wave of joy rippled through both of us, as we watched the act of hard-core porn played out in front of us in the cum-covered mirror.

We shook, we shivered, we climaxed, both pumping away for probably almost a minute, both revelling in the joy of release, the stimulation of our drawn-out seduction only adding to the height of our simultaneous climaxes.

"Oh God, Selena, that was - stupendous!"

I smiled. I was a happy woman, a happy tranny. I slid off Kenneth's wilting cock and turned to face him. I hugged him.

"Selena. You haven't got a husband, have you?" Stupid question really. I smiled and moved in to caress my lover's lips with mine, holding him, still having fun, enjoying the post-coital affection we clearly shared. We kissed, my lips teased his, Kenneth's tongue sought mine.

We parted. "No. But I think I've just acquired a boyfriend!"

"Selena, why didn't you....?"

"I didn't want to at first, my darling, then I was going to - but I was having so much fun!"

Kenneth pulled me close, his hands sliding lovingly and lustfully across my bum and buried his face in my neck once more. My fingers slid through his hair as I felt his fingers move to caress my arse. My leg moved up and down his thigh, he groaned as my stiletto heel ran along his calf. My ruby-red mouth travelled over his chest, my tongue caressing and teasing his nipples.

"Oh my god, Selena, I've just got to fuck you again!" Well, I wasn't about to say no, was I?

Looking up I watched as his mouth moved to meet mine once more, only closing my eyes as our lips touched. My hands gripped his forearms as he deepened the kiss and his arms pulled me close. Our mouths rocked together, tongues searching and finding. I ran my palm down to his crotch, feeling the re-growing hardness and caressing it with my long red nails. In one movement his trousers and boxers were around his knees I looked up at him with a devilish smile and said "My, Kenneth. You are quite a handful."

I could tell Ken was so close to cumming again, but I wanted him inside my 'pussy' again. He knew, he could tell. His mouth was on my throat and he murmured , "I want to fuck you again, to feel your legs with those pornographic shoes digging in my back."

My only reply was a soft moan as he stripped me of my bra and thong. I lay down nearly naked on the small sofa, it was going to have to be big enough. He knelt between my legs. I was fully exposed to him, in stockings and heels only.

"Kenneth, I wouldn't say this to any husband - I'm yours, to do with as you please."

His tongue began to trace around the laces of my high heels. His thumbs parted my 'pussy- lips' - and his tongue pressed into me.

"Oh darling" I whimpered. His cock was hard again and he moved over me, lifting my arse in his hands. This time it was slow, oh so slow, our bodies grinding and rocking. I gasped as he pressed the head of his cock against my arse again, I groaned as the head penetrated me. I arched into him, matching his rhythm stroke for stroke. My silver laces scraped on his back, and as I began to build to a climax I drove my heels in his arse. Each thrust pushed him deeper until he was buried in me. As he started to fuck me again, my knees buckled with the intensity of his love-making.

Kenneth was literally pounding away now, his balls slapping against my body. His balls tightened once more, and he yelled as he drove deep, emptying his balls into me. My arse muscles closed around his cock as I came once again, shooting another load of cum. Collapsing over me, as the spasms died away, he stood and pulled me back over on the sofa with him. We both were quiet, totally spent and beyond words.

I managed to stand and stagger, not easy in those heels, and with my dress held to one side, I tottered towards what was clearly the 'staff loos' which I'd noticed down a small corridor. I went into the Ladies', of course. In about five minutes I'd managed to clean myself up and re-do my rather messed-up make-up, then re-sorted my lingerie and made sure I looked as good as I could again. As I returned to Ken's office he'd clearly got himself sorted out, and was on the phone.

"Jean, sorry, this is going to take me quite some time, you know what these people from Head Office are like. Don't wait up, my love. Bye."

He turned towards me. "Wow! Again!" His eyes told me all I wanted to know.

"So? Where are you taking me?"

"Well, how about the club in town? I'd totally LOVE to walk in there with a woman like you on my arm."

"Sounds good to me, if I can manage to walk there in these heels, my lover. And I need to talk to my friend Isabella. To recommend the service here, it really is exceptional!"

 

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