Chapter 2: Blossoming
Maryanne paid for her new boots and strode out of the shop. As soon as her feet hit the sidewalk, the sound hit her like a ton of bricks. That loud clunk that only a solid boot heel could make. Her sound was even deeper than Angies had been, but of course it was. Angie’s boots had very thin heels, while Maryanne’s were much thicker.
Between the sound of her boots and feel of them caressing her legs with each step, she found herself starting to become aroused. She looked around to see if anyone had noticed her. She found a few women looking towards her feet as she walked, looking for the source of that wonderful sound. She realized that only she knew exactly how tall the boots were and that turned her on even more so.
Her walk home on this evening was probably the most enjoyment she had walking in quite a long time. As she got to her apartment, she wished she wasnt home yet, so she could continue to enjoy her new boots. To her amazement, her feet werent the least bit sore.
She opened her apartment door and another wonderful sound hit her again. A solid wood heel on a solid wood floor. Her knees actually became weak with this new sensation. The boots were tight around her calves and she could feel the vibrations of the heel all throughout her legs. She ventured into the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine. She hardly ever drank, but felt like it was an appropriate occasion.
She sat on her sofa, sipping on her wine, all the while moving her legs to and fro to admire her booted feet. She slowly crossed her legs, feeling the soft leather rub together. Between the wine and her arousal, she started to get quite warm. She slipped off her sweater, allowing the cool air to hit her chest. Her nipples instantly went erect and became very sensitive. The wine was starting to have an effect on her and she decided to slip off her skirt as she fondled her breasts. She could now see her boots in all their glory. She rubbed them together slowly at first. The sound of fresh leather squeaking filled the room. Her hands massaged her breasts in rhythm to the squeaks of her boots.
She slowly moved her hands down her body, down her thighs and onto her boots. The butter soft leather feeling like it was almost melting in her hands. During her groping, her finger caught under the cuff of the boot, partially flipping it up. Realizing they actually did flip up, she grabbed it and pulled it far up her leg. They now reached to mid thigh and excited her even more so.
She reached down and started to massage herself intimately. She let out a small moan as her fingers traced the outline of her clitoris through her moist panties. Ever so slowly she worked her fingers around and around. She then remembered a gag gift someone had given her a few years ago. Why she never got rid of it, she couldnt answer. She made her way to the bedroom, her boots clicking loudly on the wood floor. Her boot tops rubbing together as she walked.
She went into the top dresser drawer with all of her intimates and brought out a small vibrator, the package still intact. She opened it up and realized there were no batteries in it. She walked back to her kitchen, slowly and deliberately rubbing her legs together with each step. She retrieved the correct batteries and placed them inside the vibrator. It immediately sprang to life in her hands, startling her slightly, it was in the on position already. She started to rub it across her nether region on the outside of her panties. Her knees weakened and she slowly slumped to the cold kitchen floor. Her hands trembled as she pulled her panties to the side and slid the vibrator inside her.
The feeling was pure ecstasy. She moved it in and out faster and faster. Just as she was about to climax, she gave it a nice deep push, crossed her legs and clamped her legs shut. Her whole body began to tremble and she kneaded her breasts. Her boots creaking loudly as they rubbed together. Her juices flowing freely right through the thin fabric of her panties on onto the floor underneath her. She writhed in pleasure as wave after wave of oonly k2share or fileal or asfilealonly k2share or fileal or asfilealasm flooded her senses. It was by far the most intense feeling she had ever experienced.