S is for Selena

I knew what he was thinking, the whole dressing-up earlier that evening had been with that moment in mind. Perched on the eight-inch high heels and with my big boobs and my blonde hair flowing down my back, I knew that I was his sexual fantasy come alive. Or at least, one version of that fantasy. But -- how might he react to a different version? I knew I would find out soon.

"I think - oh my God, I just love them!" I exclaimed.

I looked down at the reflection of my adorned feet in the low mirror, specially put there for exactly that purpose. I paused and grinned sexily at Kenneth.

"Now, you can see the full effect. What do YOU think?"

I thrust a leg towards him again allowing the folds of my dress to part, giving him a good eyeful of the tops of my stockings. He reached out a hand towards me, leering in a rather disgusting manner. I took his hand and squeezed it slightly. Part of me wanted him to take me there and then, I was desperate to thrust my tongue between his lips and feel his big masculine hands pawing my feminised body. Yet another part of me didn't want that, I wanted to delay even more. I wanted to stretch out the seduction, to revel in my own anticipation as well as his, of the moment when surely he was going to give me a good old-fashioned shagging.

"Selena, I am so lucky to feast my eyes on the beauty I see before me. Come with me, into my office. I have a long mirror in there, you can see the full effect."

Oh yes, I did so want to see that. I kept hold of his hand tightly to help me balance again as he led me towards a door at the back of the shop and into a small room. Not very fancy, more functional, a desk and a computer and a small wide armchair, almost a sofa. And facing me, a huge full-height mirror. I looked, I gasped.

"Oh my, Mr Jones, they are just gorgeous. I'll definitely have them."

"I rather thought you might, Mrs Wilson."

I giggled, somehow we'd both become much more formal. Kenneth was standing behind me as I posed and turned to inspect my reflection.