S is for Selena

The effect was alluring but not blatantly sexual, and Kenneth was definitely attracted in some way to the 'woman' he was dealing with. He looked up into my eyes. Smoky grey and framed by long lashes, if I'd got it right they practically smouldered with passion. As he slid the other heel on, the front seam of my dress opened somewhat to expose one long leg. I could tell he was desperate to see even higher but I knew I had to play the game. He watched as I stood and strolled back and forth, trying to emphasise the sway of my hips. Smiling, I turned and pushed my right leg forward, that leg chosen because I knew it would make the split in my dress part high enough for him to see the exotic lace trim of my thigh-high stockings.

"Well?" Ken said. "What do you think?"

He looked, he smiled, he stared, he leered. I sat back down and crossed my legs again. I tipped my head seductively to one side.

"They are nice and I like the straps, but do you have something even sexier?" I asked.

"Sexier?"

"Yes. Higher heels I mean. These are - what - about four-inch heels? Maybe four-and-a-half? Well, I think I could wear something higher I think. Would you agree?"

"Oh yes, Selena." He was definitely getting turned on by then. "I have another pair here, black patent stilettos, they have a six-inch heel."

"Ooh, they sound just lovely. Do you think I could wear them? I mean, have I got the legs to carry them off?"

And with that I stretched my right leg right out, pulling the hem of my dress to one side to blatantly reveal my stocking tops and an expanse of bare thigh above.

"Oh, yes Selena. YES!"

He was loving the teasing, he clearly knew where it was leading -- or so he thought. I was being so provocative, so promiscuous, there was only one possible outcome. Actually, though he didn't know it, there were two, and it was number two I was looking forward to. I smiled in anticipation of the classic black high heels he'd promised.