Stella

Copyright ©2007 by Crystal Barela

My nose was pressed to the window like a child’s at a pet store, eager to touch and hold. I had the same desire for the smooth gleam of patent leather and the pussy wetting stilettos.

Did I need another pair? My obsession with heels was getting expensive.

The sign on the shop door answered for me.

CLOSED.

I had taken two steps uptown when bells tinkled behind me. The woman who worked in the boutique waved me in with a flip of her cinnamon colored hair.

"Stella," her nametag read. She went directly to the pair I was lusting after.

Stiletto heel, five inches, in blood red with leg wrap.

I took a seat in one of the wingback chairs scattered about the shop.

Stella knelt at my feet.

The tissue paper crinkled.

My breath quickened.

A warm hand held my ankle lightly, while the other wriggled the shoe from my foot. Stella ran her fingers under my heel and arch, her thumb falling over the top of my foot.

“Beautiful color,” she said, warm breath tickling my desire.

The stiletto flashed as she slipped it onto my foot, the open toe framing my coral nails like a piece of art. Stella cris-crossed the long laces around my ankle. Her fingers skimmed my calf as she wrapped the length around my leg again and again.

My breath caught with every pass.

Stella tied the laces off in a bow just below my knee.

The shop worker’s palm slid down the back of my calf.

Satin to flesh, flesh to satin.

“Amazing legs,” she said.

Our eyes met.

Her tongue wet her lower lip, leaving it glossy, like a clit ripe with desire.

The ache between my legs grew.

Without breaking our gaze, Stella slipped the shoe from my other foot.

“Wear stockings?”

I shook my head.

Stella pulled a nude stocking from her pocket.

My leg lengthened as she pushed the silk over my toes and heel, spreading the sheer fabric from
calf to knee and knee to thigh, moving over my skin with dancing fingers.
Our eyes met.
My legs spread.
Stella rolled my white skirt to my waist. Her strong hands massaged my inner thighs.
Fingers touched panty. She pressed the fabric into me and it lingered in my juices.
My hungry kitty nudged her hand.
She pushed the silk aside and took the other stiletto from the box.
The toe of the shoe pressed against my mound in slow circles. I moaned, the heel teasing my hole.
With a twist of Stella’s wrist the heel wiggled into me. Hard and foreign.
I gasped, closing my eyes tightly.
Stella sucked my clit between her lips.
My wet walls embraced the unyielding heel.
Leather flavored juices wet Stella’s tongue as she fucked me with the heel.
My teeth sank into my lower lip and I twisted my nipple, arching.
Heat tightened my limbs.
I was still.
“Buy one pair, get the second half off,” Stella whispered.
“Sold.”