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A new employee conquers an inexperienced intern.
And let's face it, as a young mother, where would I wear such lovely things?
The sales woman comes back and hands me the box. Once upon a time, long ago, classy, service-oriented departments store employees would get down on one knee like the were proposing to you as they slipped shoes on your feet like you were Cinderella. In the 21st century, you're lucky if you don't go look for the box in the backroom yourself.
I put the shoes on and tried to stand up, but failed and fell back into the chair laughing at myself. An older woman, in her fifties, was trying on a pair of shoes across from me. She was dressed impeccably in a short, black A-line skirt and a revealing, smooth ice blue blouse. She wore her own pair of sky-high shoes. Clearly being covered in squashed bananas wasn't part of her morning.
"Those are hot shoes," she said smiling at my wobbly legs.
"On you, they would be. On me, I just feel like a dolt."
"You've got to practice. They look good. Take them home and walk around the house in them. When you get good on flat floors, try doing stairs to work on your balance. They're not meant to be in all day. They're meant to attract men," she said, and then she whispered, "Men who only want you on your back as fast as they can possibly get you there."
"Then they're the right pair," I said smiling at her.
I took my purchase home and strapped them on and tried to do a Marsha Brady in my high heels with a book on my head. I got two hours in and my feet started to ache, so I took them off. It would have to do.
That night I curled up in my bed and waited. Lover was on the west coast, so the time change worked in our favor a bit. It was 11 p.m. when he rang me. I hit the button and then ran into my closet. I had pointed the camera down closer to the floor in anticipation. When he said "Hello?" I walked out of the closet wearing only the shoes.
He shook his head in delight on the screen. "I like them," he said. "Move the camera back, so I can see all of you."
I followed his instructions and stood back.
"Breathtaking," he said after a few moments of taking in my body. "How do you feel?"
"Tall," I answered. "I'm like almost six feet in these puppies. It's like I'm seeing the whole world from a different viewpoint."
He nodded his head. "Turn around for me."
I spun slowly.
"Stop!" he commanded. I was facing backward. "Bend over, please."
I bent over at the waist, pushing my bottom backwards and put my hands on my legs for support. I was completely on display.
"Do you have any toys?" he asked.
"Two vibrating eggs."
I disappeared into my bathroom for the toys and the KY Warming Gel. When I came back, I stood in front of the camera waiting for instruction.
"I want you to bend over again but lean against the door frame."
I put the extra vibrator on the ottoman of the chair next to me and leaned against the door frame with my ass facing the camera. Then I put the vibrator to my clit.
After a few minutes, Lover spoke. "Don't neglect your lips," he said. I bent over further and touched the egg to my opening. "That's it. How does that feel?"
"It's nice, but it's no substitute for you," I said looking over my shoulder. A small smile crossed his face but he didn't say anything.
"Are you turned on?"
"Your name comes up on AIM and I get wet," I said. "You know that."
"Put some lube on the egg," he said.
I put on a generous dab. "Now what?" I asked.
"I want you to put it somewhere it's never gone before," he said.
My arms fell to my sides and I looked at his face on my laptop. Could he mean the last virginal spot on my body? The area that has always been considered exit-only not only by me but by the only other person I've slept with besides Lover.
He sees the recognition on my face. "Yes, there."
"How do I keep it in once it's there? I mean, I only have two hands and they're each attached to a controller by a thin wire."
"It'll stay in by itself," he responded.
I had to take his word for it.