Sure others have enjoyed family footwear, particularly in the early days of discovery with moms and sisters playthings so available, and when all others were out of the house, I always took full advantage.
You know the feeling of wearing some sexy high heel boots, first, holding them, the idea they are now yours to wear, then as you stand when that immediate extra height and exciting instability also hits your senses, before the first unsteady steps and sensations of their material moving and flexing against your legs as you walk.
When I knew I was going to be alone, I would dream, fantasise, what I was going to do, and while shoes were my main focus and receive most attention, boots have also been the cause of sexual tension and satisfaction.
While there were others I do not remember as well, a pair of sisters black patents left such a mark in my memory, that I am sure it will remain forever.
Knee high with a 2 1/2 or perhaps 3” block heel. I remember masturbating thinking of the way they looked as I watched them worn, jealously aroused and wanting to try them myself, fantasising the fun I was going to have when I had the opportunity, then when the day came I could barely hold back, I went for them as soon as everyone left and took them to my room.
The idea of wearing them had already made me aroused, and while the feet were a little tight, I got them on, before pulling up the side zip and admiring the way they felt and looked, feeling them against my legs and hearing the material move with each step as I walked around in awe of every feeling, and became so aroused that I went back to my room and laid down on the bed, masturbating at the sight and feel of their smooth patent, and the thought I was finally wearing them, until I could hold on no longer, and came all over their shiny surface.
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Memories of those boots and of an at least one time young fantasy fantasy of her understanding my need and letting, helping me to enjoy her footwear, come flooding back whenever I see this gif, although the memory is bittersweet, as I was just pre or early teen, and it was not so long after, that my feet grew too big to fit even the sling backs I sometimes wore, before enjoying them or others, their thin heel strap pulling tight against skin and the shoe flapping under heel as I walked, shoes which had given me so much early pleasure whether fuc_ing or wearing, experiences for which I had given them so much of my early love, and while of course I still sneaked them out occasionally for sex after that, I remember a feeling of deep sadness that I could no longer wear those or any others, a time and feelings I am sure others must also have experienced.