Linda and Bob after work
Linda and Bob were sitting on the sofa in Linda's living room, talking about their day in the office. Linda was wearing white platform high heel stiletto mules, with a strap around her ankles that gave them a secure fit. She had to carefully balance on the tips of her toes, as the heels of her shoes were so high. Bob rubbed her knee as they talked, and Linda couldn't help but notice the way the sandals showed off her feet. Her toes were perfectly manicured and her toenails were painted a deep red, contrasting against the white of her sandals.
The straps of the sandals were made of a soft leather which glided over Linda's feet. The texture of the sole was smooth and cushiony, providing her with comfort even in her very high heels. The heel of the sandal was thin and tapered, with a pointed tip that clicked against the floor when Linda walked. She often shifted her weight from one foot to another, barely managing to stay balanced on her heels.
"So, how was your day at the office?" Bob asked.
"It was okay," Linda said, lifting her toes up and down to adjust her balance. "I had a few difficult
meetings but I think I managed to get through them alright."
"What about your shoes?" Bob asked, eying her sandals. "Do they make it tough to stand for long periods of time?"
Linda smiled. "You know me," she said. "I always have to wear the highest heels. They do make it a bit uncomfortable after a while, but I like the way they look."
Bob nodded, then glanced down at her feet. The straps on Linda's sandals were beginning to crease as she shifted her weight, and her stockings were wrinkling around her ankles. When Linda lifted her foot, the sole of her sandal curved up, revealing the arch of her foot. Bob reached out and ran his fingers along the sole, feeling the texture of the leather. Linda shivered at his touch.
"They're so soft," Bob said.
Linda nodded. She could feel the warmth of his fingers on her skin, and she had to concentrate to maintain her balance on her heels. She clicked them against the floor, creating a soft tapping noise that filled the room.
Bob began to poke her heel with his foot, and Linda shifted her weight onto her other leg. She
could feel his toes pressing against her sandals, and she lifted her toes up and down, creating a gentle rocking motion. Every time she rocked, the straps of her sandals pulled tighter around her feet, squeezing her toes together.
The leather of her sandals was worn and smooth, and Bob could feel the texture as he ran his fingers over her feet. He pressed his fingers into the sides of her mules, and Linda felt a sharp tingle as she tried to balance on her heels. She clicked them against the floor again and raised her toes, feeling the fabric of her stockings stretch across her feet.
Bob moved his foot up and down her heel, gently prodding her sandals. His touch was gentle but firm, and Linda could feel the pressure of his toes against her skin. Her sandals were beginning to slip off, and she had to concentrate to keep her balance.
"You're so beautiful," Bob said, gazing at her feet. "I love the way your sandals look."
Linda smiled. She felt a strange sense of pleasure as Bob admired her high heels, and she could feel her toes curling inside her shoes. She rocked her feet back and forth, enjoying the sensation of his
fingers pressing against her skin.
"Do you like the way my heels look?" she asked, lifting her toes up and down.
Bob nodded. "I love it," he said. "Your sandals are so delicate and beautiful. I love how your toes peek out of the straps when you move your feet."
Linda smiled again, feeling a strange warmth in her chest. She watched as Bob's eyes followed the movement of her heels, tracing the curves of her feet. She could feel her toes shifting inside her mules, and she lifted her heels up and down, feeling the fabric of her stockings shift against her skin.
Bob moved his foot up and down her heel again, and Linda felt a sudden jolt of pleasure. His touch was gentle but firm, and his toes pressed against her sandals, creating a subtle vibration that ran through her body. She rocked her feet back and forth, enjoying the sensation of his feet poking her heel.
The conversation soon turned to their day in the office. Linda recounted how she had managed to meet an important deadline, while Bob told her about the new project he was working on. As they talked, Linda's sandals shifted on her feet, and she had to
adjust them a few times to keep them in place.
The leather of her mules was soft and supple against her feet, and the straps felt snug and secure around her toes. She felt her toes gripping the sole of her shoes, lifting her heels up and down as she talked. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor made Bob smile, and Linda couldn't help but feel a little proud.
The texture of her sandals changed as Bob's fingers began to press against her skin. His touch was gentle but firm, and Linda felt her toes curling against the sole of her shoes. The wrinkles of her stockings shifted around her feet, and her heels felt like they were barely balancing on her stiletto mules.
As Bob's fingers moved over her heel, Linda felt her toes slipping inside her mules, and she had to adjust them a few times to keep them in place. She lifted her toes up and down, feeling the arch of her foot pressing against the sole of her shoes.
The sound of her heels against the floor was like a song, and every time Bob poked her heel with his foot, Linda felt a rush of pleasure that seemed to jump from her toes to her chest. As she
clicked her heels in time with their conversation, Linda felt the warmth of Bob's gaze on her feet.
Linda and Bob talked about their day in the office, recounting the successes and the failures. Linda had been the star of the day, and it was easy to see the pride in Bob's eyes as he talked about her accomplishments. She felt like she was walking on air, and the sensation of her feet pushing against the platform of her stiletto mules made her even more confident.
The leather of her mules was worn in places, and the straps were slightly stretched. The texture of the mules changed as Linda shifted her weight, and the sandal's view when she clicked her heels was beautiful. Her toes peeked out from the top of her shoes, and the wrinkles of her stockings added to the charm.
As Bob ran his fingers over the arch of her foot, Linda felt the texture of her sandals become softer and more pliable. She lifted her toes up and down, and her heels felt like they were barely balancing on her mules. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor was like a lullaby, and Bob's touch seemed to make it linger in the air.
When Linda lifted her heels, the mules stayed firmly planted to the floor. The sandals seemed to remain stationary as she moved her toes, and the soles of her feet were visible through the straps. When Bob poked her heel with his foot, she felt the pressure against the leather and the slight jolt of pain.
Linda clicked her heels in time with their conversation, and Bob's gaze on her feet made her feel even more confident. She could see him admiring her sandals, feeling the texture of the leather and taking in the sight of her toes. With every move she made, the mules seemed to follow and adapt to her movements.
As they continued to talk, Bob poked her heel again, and this time she felt the sandal move slightly. The straps were stretched just enough that she could feel the shift of her weight, and the sound of her heels clicking against the floor was like a metronome.
Linda looked down at her mules, admiring the view of her toes and the wrinkles of her stockings. She felt the warmth of Bob's gaze on her feet, and the sensation made her feel like she was walking on air.
To be continued...
Linda and Bob (high heel mules)
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