High Heel Place - View Single Post

Stu · 13th April 2006, 06:18

On alternate Fridays, George spent the day at the bank’s downtown headquarters to attend meetings of loan officers from the various bank branches. That was the preferred time for Patricia to visit the bank branch in her search for Ana. While George worked at the Metro branch, they actually lived closer to the South branch, and therefore Patricia handled routine banking functions at the South branch. She normally did not have any reason to go to the Metro branch.

The next time that George was downtown, Patricia paid a visit to the Metro branch. She entered the lobby, looked around, and did not see anything that interested her. The assistant manager was in the lobby at the time and noticed her.

“Hello, Patricia! What brings you here? George is not here today. He is downtown for his loan officers meeting,” the assistant manager said.

“Yes, he is,” Patricia said. “George absent-mindedly took some of our personal banking statements to work with him yesterday, and left them in his desk. I was coming down just to pick them up.”

“You know where his office is. Let me get you back here,” the assistant manager said. She opened the security door to let Patricia back behind the tellers. “I hope you find what you are looking for.”

Patricia politely said hello to several of the tellers and started down the corridor toward George’s office. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a woman walking down the corridor. She knew immediately that she had found Ana.

The woman was indeed striking. Patricia surveyed the woman from head to foot: the brown-red hair, the pleasant figure, pants that seemed a little too tight for the workplace but that nevertheless flattered her waist, hips and legs. And then, on her feet: what kind of shoes was this woman wearing? Impossible stiletto heels that must have been five inches high! And yet this woman was walking gracefully and effortlessly down the hall. And are her hips really moving back and forth like that? In heels like that, how could they not be? Sensuality seemed to flow from her with every step.

Damn it, George, Patricia thought. You have good taste in women. I’ll give you credit for that.

“Is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?” Ana asked Patricia.

“My name is Patricia. I am George’s wife. I know he is downtown today, but I needed to pick something up from his office.”

“Pleased to meet you, Patricia. My name is Ana. I am one of the tellers here. You are catching me right at the end of my break. I’ll be happy to walk you to your husband’s office.”

Patricia knew where George’s office was, but she was glad Ana volunteered to accompany her. Now she could observe Ana up close. She liked the fact that Ana made immediate eye contact with her and offered to help her. They walked down to George’s office, and Patricia could hear the click-click-click of Ana’s stilettos reverberate off the walls of the corridor. She could also tell from Ana’s accent that she was foreign born, probably Latina. Yes, she was quite a package.

“Here is your husband’s office,” Ana said. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

“Thank you, Ana, I am fine. But I do have one question. You have a lovely accent. Where are you from?”

“I was born and raised in Costa Rica.”

“Ah, very interesting! I was sure you were Latina, but your accent is very different from a Mexican accent.”

“Oh, yes, it is quite different. It was a pleasure meeting you, Patricia.”

Patricia no longer had any doubt that Ana was responsible for George’s sexual renaissance. There was no question in her mind as to whether George still loved her, but the sad truth, she concluded, was that she no longer had the ability to stimulate him on her own. She was 5 feet, 2 inches tall, and weighed 190 pounds. She walked slowly and with considerable difficulty even in orthopedic shoes, and the available clothing for women of her age and size was not particularly appealing. How could she possibly compete with Ana? Patricia fondly recalled how she was when she was dating George in the early 1960s. She was young then, with pretty brown hair and a pleasant figure, and she often wore stilettos on her dates with George. Back then, she could have fought off Ana easily. But she could hardly blame her husband now for looking at another woman.

Some women might have become angry over their situation, while others might have become consumed by jealousy, or perhaps even slipped into a bitter depression. But Patricia had a different way of thinking. Two or three times a week, she lay under her husband and felt his passion. They would snuggle together afterwards like a couple of newlyweds. Before Ana, they had often gone a month or more without becoming physically amorous. What could be so bad about an older couple making love as often as they had in their 20s? Patricia began to think of Ana as a positive force in their marriage. While engaging in intimacies, she sometimes fantasized about how George would react if he came home and saw his wife putting dinner on the table while wearing a pair of 5-inch stiletto heels. As the weeks went by, she became more and more curious about Ana. Was she intelligent? Did she have a sense of humor? Was there a reason for George to be enamored of the entire woman, or only her physical qualities? Her one brief meeting with Ana no longer seemed adequate, particularly since George worked with her every day. She decided that she needed to know Ana at least a little bit better.

Patricia’s opportunity came several weeks later, when George went out of town for a two-day loan officers’ conference. Patricia called the bank and left a message for Ana, who returned the call a short time later.

“I don’t know if you remember me. I am George’s wife,” Patricia said.

“Of course I remember you. We met some time ago when you stopped by the bank to pick something up for your husband.”

“Ana, I have a big favor to ask of you. I am planning a big surprise for George. I would like to arrange for a trip to a foreign country, and one of the countries I have in mind is Costa Rica. Those rain forests seem spectacular in the tourist brochures. But I was hoping I could sit down and talk with you so I could really learn more about the country. I would be happy to take you out to lunch.”

“Oh, Patricia, that is so nice of you. I never really traveled to the rain forests, but there is a lot I could tell you about Costa Rica that you will never find in travel books. When would you like to meet?”

“How about tomorrow?”

“That would be fine.” They agreed to meet at a restaurant close to the bank.

“And remember, Ana, this is supposed to be a surprise for George. Please don’t mention anything about this to him,” Patricia said.

“Of course, Patricia. Your secret is safe with me.”

To be continued.

13th April 2006, 06:18	#11 (permalink)
Stu I'm a Silver Member Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: California, USA Posts: 201 Thanks: 0 Thanked 2 Times in 2 Posts Rep Power: 9	On alternate Fridays, George spent the day at the bank’s downtown headquarters to attend meetings of loan officers from the various bank branches. That was the preferred time for Patricia to visit the bank branch in her search for Ana. While George worked at the Metro branch, they actually lived closer to the South branch, and therefore Patricia handled routine banking functions at the South branch. She normally did not have any reason to go to the Metro branch. The next time that George was downtown, Patricia paid a visit to the Metro branch. She entered the lobby, looked around, and did not see anything that interested her. The assistant manager was in the lobby at the time and noticed her. “Hello, Patricia! What brings you here? George is not here today. He is downtown for his loan officers meeting,” the assistant manager said. “Yes, he is,” Patricia said. “George absent-mindedly took some of our personal banking statements to work with him yesterday, and left them in his desk. I was coming down just to pick them up.” “You know where his office is. Let me get you back here,” the assistant manager said. She opened the security door to let Patricia back behind the tellers. “I hope you find what you are looking for.” Patricia politely said hello to several of the tellers and started down the corridor toward George’s office. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw a woman walking down the corridor. She knew immediately that she had found Ana. The woman was indeed striking. Patricia surveyed the woman from head to foot: the brown-red hair, the pleasant figure, pants that seemed a little too tight for the workplace but that nevertheless flattered her waist, hips and legs. And then, on her feet: what kind of shoes was this woman wearing? Impossible stiletto heels that must have been five inches high! And yet this woman was walking gracefully and effortlessly down the hall. And are her hips really moving back and forth like that? In heels like that, how could they not be? Sensuality seemed to flow from her with every step. Damn it, George, Patricia thought. You have good taste in women. I’ll give you credit for that. “Is there anything I can help you with, ma’am?” Ana asked Patricia. “My name is Patricia. I am George’s wife. I know he is downtown today, but I needed to pick something up from his office.” “Pleased to meet you, Patricia. My name is Ana. I am one of the tellers here. You are catching me right at the end of my break. I’ll be happy to walk you to your husband’s office.” Patricia knew where George’s office was, but she was glad Ana volunteered to accompany her. Now she could observe Ana up close. She liked the fact that Ana made immediate eye contact with her and offered to help her. They walked down to George’s office, and Patricia could hear the click-click-click of Ana’s stilettos reverberate off the walls of the corridor. She could also tell from Ana’s accent that she was foreign born, probably Latina. Yes, she was quite a package. “Here is your husband’s office,” Ana said. “Is there anything else I can help you with?” “Thank you, Ana, I am fine. But I do have one question. You have a lovely accent. Where are you from?” “I was born and raised in Costa Rica.” “Ah, very interesting! I was sure you were Latina, but your accent is very different from a Mexican accent.” “Oh, yes, it is quite different. It was a pleasure meeting you, Patricia.” Patricia no longer had any doubt that Ana was responsible for George’s sexual renaissance. There was no question in her mind as to whether George still loved her, but the sad truth, she concluded, was that she no longer had the ability to stimulate him on her own. She was 5 feet, 2 inches tall, and weighed 190 pounds. She walked slowly and with considerable difficulty even in orthopedic shoes, and the available clothing for women of her age and size was not particularly appealing. How could she possibly compete with Ana? Patricia fondly recalled how she was when she was dating George in the early 1960s. She was young then, with pretty brown hair and a pleasant figure, and she often wore stilettos on her dates with George. Back then, she could have fought off Ana easily. But she could hardly blame her husband now for looking at another woman. Some women might have become angry over their situation, while others might have become consumed by jealousy, or perhaps even slipped into a bitter depression. But Patricia had a different way of thinking. Two or three times a week, she lay under her husband and felt his passion. They would snuggle together afterwards like a couple of newlyweds. Before Ana, they had often gone a month or more without becoming physically amorous. What could be so bad about an older couple making love as often as they had in their 20s? Patricia began to think of Ana as a positive force in their marriage. While engaging in intimacies, she sometimes fantasized about how George would react if he came home and saw his wife putting dinner on the table while wearing a pair of 5-inch stiletto heels. As the weeks went by, she became more and more curious about Ana. Was she intelligent? Did she have a sense of humor? Was there a reason for George to be enamored of the entire woman, or only her physical qualities? Her one brief meeting with Ana no longer seemed adequate, particularly since George worked with her every day. She decided that she needed to know Ana at least a little bit better. Patricia’s opportunity came several weeks later, when George went out of town for a two-day loan officers’ conference. Patricia called the bank and left a message for Ana, who returned the call a short time later. “I don’t know if you remember me. I am George’s wife,” Patricia said. “Of course I remember you. We met some time ago when you stopped by the bank to pick something up for your husband.” “Ana, I have a big favor to ask of you. I am planning a big surprise for George. I would like to arrange for a trip to a foreign country, and one of the countries I have in mind is Costa Rica. Those rain forests seem spectacular in the tourist brochures. But I was hoping I could sit down and talk with you so I could really learn more about the country. I would be happy to take you out to lunch.” “Oh, Patricia, that is so nice of you. I never really traveled to the rain forests, but there is a lot I could tell you about Costa Rica that you will never find in travel books. When would you like to meet?” “How about tomorrow?” “That would be fine.” They agreed to meet at a restaurant close to the bank. “And remember, Ana, this is supposed to be a surprise for George. Please don’t mention anything about this to him,” Patricia said. “Of course, Patricia. Your secret is safe with me.” To be continued.