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The Sound Of Laces Sunny
I should have known that he would want more after seeing the picture. We had retired for the night to the foam mat I call my bed. "Where are the boots?" I pointed to the corner of my room where the boots stood tall and proud. "Will you put them on for me?" I rolled over so my back faced him. "No."
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because they are a pain to put on and I don't have anything to wear with them. And you already saw the picture... what more do you want?"
"I want to see them on you, in person."
"Fine, but I still don't have anything to wear with them."
"What about one of your black silk panties."
"They are all dirty." He followed my glance to the full laundry basket. For a moment he was stumped and I was relieved.
"What about your black skirt?" I knew the black skirt would look smashing with the boots.
"What would I wear on top?" I countered.
"Do you have any sexy bras?"
"I have that black one--"
"The one you always wear?" he interrupted. "That isn't sexy."
"Well, excuse me... I don't shop for men, especially when you consider that I have only had sex twice in the past 29 months!" By this time I was rummaging through my closet looking for the black skirt. I found it, surprisingly hanging near the other skirts-- exactly where it was supposed to be.
"Are you sure you don't have any other bras?" He walked to the dresser and opened the top drawer. I fumbled through the bras. A single light bulb in the closet provided our only illumination. He searched with his fingers, hoping for something lacy. "Here, this one." He pulled out a black lace bra with a front fastener. I never wear it because my boobs looked odd under the clothing, but it did seem to fit his needs tonight. I looked at him, still unsure. "Puh-leeese?" His plea sounded almost like a demand. I agreed and resigned myself to the bathroom.
My apartment was silent. Every noise seemed to echo and I wondered if he was also aware of the sounds. The skirt rustled as I put it on. The bra secured itself with a final snap. Now for the boots. I slipped my foot into the left shoe and proceeded to lace them. I found the repetitive sound arousing, the way I find squeaky beds arousing. He remained in the bedroom, silent. The bathroom door was open, but I was out of sight. Could he be listening to the same sounds and find the anticipation as exciting as I did? Somewhere I missed a loop on the left boot. I didn't fix it. He wouldn't notice a missed loop in the moonlight. I laced the right boot. Around the metal hook, across to the other side and again. And again. And again. I rubbed my hand along the smoothness of the boot after tying the laces into a neat bow.
I walked into the bedroom. The closet light had been turned off. I leaned against the doorway. He smiled like a boy in the candy store. "Why don't you come to bed?"
"I am scared to walk over there." The 5-inch heels can be difficult to walk in and the descent to the mat on the floor was more than daunting.
"C'mere," he motioned with his hand.
"I'm serious. I'm not sure I can make it to the ground gracefully. After all, these boots make me 6'1"."
"Really?" He leapt to the floor, excited that I might actually be competition in the realm of height. His 6'4" stature still towered over me, but the change was nice. He kissed me. "Mmm.... this is nice," whispering into my ear. He walked behind me and told me to bend over. "Don't worry," he cooed as he placed his hands firmly on my hips, "I've got you." I bent at the waist and he immediately grinded his hips into me. My skirt blocked his thrusts, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.
He moved back to the floor and helped me down. I laid on my back, with the submissive look of "what's next." He kissed my neck, biting slightly, then moving along my sides. He scrunched the skirt to my waist and nibbled on my inner thigh. His mouth felt nice against my skin. I grabbed his head, pushing it into me. I climaxed and then again and one more time for good measure. I moaned, tired and relaxed. He joined me at the pillows. "Now aren't you glad you wore the boots?" I didn't answer, knowing I would have gotten the same treatment with or without the boots. He put his arms around me.
"Now I need to take the boots off," I complained. He offered to relieve me of the task. "Would you like me to take them off?" He sat up, moving towards my feet before I could say, "Please."
I listened to him unlace the boots, falling asleep to the rhythmic sound.
READER'S REVIEWS (4) DISCLAIMER: STORYMANIA DOES NOT PROVIDE AND IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR REVIEWS. ALL REVIEWS ARE PROVIDED BY NON-ASSOCIATED VISITORS, REGARDLESS OF THE WAY THEY CALL THEMSELVES.
"what a sexist story. obviously you identify with the guy and enjoy thinking up shit like this, because ur pathetic and couldn't get a woman. sicko!!!" -- kungfu_chick.
"not really spot on kungfu_chick (awesome nick)!!! i actually identified with the girl in this one....remember the guy goes down on her in the end and man everyone knows chicks look the bomb in high heels ;) oooohhhh, women in high heels, drool!!!!" -- sunny, DC, DC, USA.
"i actually gave you the benefit of the doubt, by reading this, and now i wished i could get my 10 minutes back. the ending is slightly romantic which doesn't make any sense with the porno theme of your story. and there is no theme or anything. you have some kind of talent which is evident in the peice. you should use it to write something better then this trash. " -- Mya.
"YOU KNOW THERE IS A MAJORITY CONSENSUS HERE, ABOUT ALL OF YOUR WORK.EITHER GIVE IT UP, OR RIGHT RESPECTFULLY." -- Molly.
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