Memories of a high heel lover - Page 2

Paul (North-East) · 25th May 2004, 19:24

Hello again everyone,

Wow, this forum is really buzzing at the moment with such excellent contributions from the girls, absolutely brilliant!
Sorry for the delay in writing my next story, but due to work commitments I have been very busy lately. A big thank you to everyone who replied to my last episode. As always, it is much appreciated. On with the story, here’s part 7…

By now Joanna was well aware of how high heels were such an attraction to me and of their importance in my life. Since meeting me her shoe collection had grown somewhat, but something was missing, she did not own a pair of mules. Now I absolutely love mules and feel that no shoe collection is complete without at least one pair (preferably twenty!) of the low cut stiletto heel variety. On mentioning this to Joanna, she was more than willing to go and find a pair, particularly as I had offered to pay for them!
The following Saturday, with much excitement, particularly on my part, we set off to find some. The first couple of shops we visited had nothing to fit the bill, but the next shop, bingo!
“That’s the style I like,” I exclaimed. “Do you like them?”
“There lovely” she replied.
Before long she was trying on a pair of lovely size 5 low cut mules. They were black patent leather with a single narrow band running across the toes. The very slim stiletto heel height was four inches. They fit perfectly and we were soon on our home where I was dying to see Joanna wearing them again.
“Put them on then,” I said, barely containing my excitement.
They looked fabulous, set off to great effect by the sheer black stockings she was wearing. She walked a few steps to show them off. I was wide eyed as they flopped up and down with that lovely slap, slap sound you always get with low cut mules.
“Lets go out for a walk”, I said.
“Okay, shall I leave my mules on?”
“Of course.”
My main incentive for this walk was to enable me to watch her flopping merrily away in those mules!
We headed for the park, which was surprisingly quiet for a Saturday afternoon. Looking down, I was enjoying the view of those sexy mules and the familiar slap,slap sound.
Joanna said they were very comfortable and needed no wearing in. After a while, she steeped out of one of them leaving it behind on the footpath.
“Oops,” she giggled.
I was more than happy to retrieve it for her and slip it back onto her foot. I suspected that she had done it on purpose and asked her about it. She laughed.
“Yes I did, but you enjoyed it didn’t you?”
Very true, I had enjoyed it, as I always have with any similar situation.
By now we had reached the playground and Joanna sat herself on a swing. We were the only ones there.
“Give me a push,” she demanded.
I started to push her and before long she was going quite high.
“Stop it, that’s too much,” she laughed.
I ran around to her front and stuck my arms out to grab her mules as she came towards me. I aimed for the heels with the intention of puling them off. I successfully managed to get hold of one, which slid off her foot with ease as she went back. I missed the other one, but having knocked it with my hand, it fell off, landing on the ground a few feet away. I retrieved it and went to sit on the Teapot Lid (A type of roundabout. Do they still have these? I haven’t seen one for years!). I placed both mules beside me and gave myself a push.
“This is fun, why don’t you come and have a go?”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
The ground was dry, but I knew Joanna would not want to walk across the tarmac in her stocking clad feet. By now the swing had come to a stop.
“I’ll tell you what, if you give me a kiss you can have them back.”
I went over to her, a mule in each hand and bent down to kiss her, enjoying the moment as she sat there stranded on the swing. After a very pleasant moment, she held up her legs in readiness for me to replace a mule on each foot. I have always found slipping a shoe on or off a girl’s foot such a seductive experience, made even more so when stockings or tights are worn. I love the way they slip on or off so effortlessly. It’s no wonder you girls seem to frequently lose your shoes when out and about!
Hand in hand, we then set off across the park to return home, stopping for the occasional kiss on the way, the most memorable being when I felt her bare stocking clad foot rubbing the back of my leg!

It was a very warm summer evening and we had decided to go out to a club. Walking through the door we were immediately hit by a very sticky wall of heat.
Joanna was wearing a thin summer dress with pale blue low cut courts with a 4“ heel. She also had on a pair of natural stockings. I had on a thin short sleeved shirt and black trousers.
After buying a drink, we then looked for a quiet place to stand. The heat was making it unbearable and we certainly did not feel like dancing. We met a few friends and spent some time talking to them.
After about an hour or so I noticed Joanna looking very a bit light headed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, it’s just a bit stuffy in here.”
I suddenly realized that she was about to faint and put my arms out to grab her before she fell over. I was too late and only managed to get hold of one arm. She fell down but at least I managed to let her down gently. She came too straight away.
“Come on, lets see if we can find a seat.”
Looking down, I noticed that as she had crumpled to the ground, one of her court shoes had completely fallen off her foot. The other had only managed to keep contact by her toes, the heel of her foot being completely out of it. I bent over to replace them. Normally I would have enjoyed doing this, but under the circumstances, any pleasure was lost.
I sat her down and set off to get her a cool drink of water to revive her. After ten minutes are so, she was sufficiently revived for us to leave. It was lovely to get out into the cooler night air.
On the journey home with Joanna now much recovered we talked about the incident. Joanna burst out laughing.
“What’s the joke?”
“I bet everybody thought I was drunk, how embarrassing.”
“Did you realize that your shoes fell off?” I enquired.
“ Not until I noticed you putting them back on.”
I must admit, I was a little perplexed at how Joanna’s shoes had fallen off as she slipped to the ground. She too couldn’t understand how it had happened. Not that it really mattered, I was just pleased she was back to her usual happy self.

Love, Paul.

shyguy · 25th May 2004, 19:31

Great story Paul, I also like the look of a stiletto mule on a lady, very sexy. You tell the story as only a true shoelover could.
Keep em coming :D

Paul (North-East) · 25th May 2004, 19:47

Glad you enjoyed the story Shyguy. Your kind comments are much appreciated.

Many thanks, Paul.

Paul (North-East) · 3rd July 2004, 16:31

Hi again everyone,

Thanks to everyone who responded to my last story. I did not realise it was so long since I had contributed anything. On going to remind myself on who to thank for their replies, I hadn’t realised it had fallen off the bottom of the board!

During the seventies and eighties I attended a number of outdoor Rock festivals. Now as anyone who has ever been to one of these events will tell you, it is traditional for it to rain, often torrential! As you can imagine when 50,0000 + people are all walking around in a wet field, before long, it is soon turning to mud. Most people, expecting this are suitably shod in boots of some description. There is however, a minority, perhaps it is their first experience of an outdoor gig, who come dressed as if they are going out for a night on the town.
One girl in particular springs to mind. Our little group, having been for something to eat from one of the over priced food stalls, were milling around on the fringes. I then noticed two very attractive girls walking through the mud towards us. One however, really caught my attention. She was wearing a knee length black skirt with tassels around the hem, black fishnet tights and white socks with those lace tops. On her feet she was wearing a lovely pair of 4 ½ inch black patent stiletto court shoes.
As you can imagine, this was not the best choice of footwear for a muddy field and she was really struggling in them. With every step she took, her heels would sink into the mud. As soon as she tried to take the next step, the shoe would be pulled off the heel of her foot as she tried to break free from the sticky mud. She then tried standing on the balls of her feet, so that the heel did not sink. This worked better, even though the back of the shoe would sometimes slip off. Occasionally, she would lose her balance and the heel would sink into the mud. She would then have to work it free again.
Amazingly, she did not totally step out of her stilettos, but came close a few times. I must admit, I found the whole experience quite erotic and for a while, was more interested in her than the bands!

Arriving home from work one summer evening, as it was such a lovely day I decided to sit on the front step of our terraced house with a nice cool lager. Enjoying the late afternoon sun, it was not long before I heard the familiar clatter of stiletto heels.
Now, I believe I can tell what type of shoe is being worn by the sound they make. It seems to work with metal tipped stilettos anyway. For example, slingbacks have a sort of hollow clatter to them.
Anyway, I could not yet see the wearer of these lovely sounding heels, due to the view being obscured by bay windows. As the road was so quiet, I had heard her from quite a long way off. She was walking very slowly and seemed to take forever to come into view. Hmm, stiletto court shoes I thought, and if I’m not mistaken, they sound a bit sloppy, due to the exaggerated scrapping sound that was accompanying the familiar click click.
Eventually she appeared and was well worth the wait. A very attractive girl, with shoulder length, curly auburn hair. She wore a black mini-skirt and black tights covering a fantastic pair of legs. The crowning glory though, as I had guessed, was a lovely pair of 5”, black patent leather court shoes. I was also right about them being a bit sloppy. With each step, both shoes slipped off her feet revealing a nice shapely nylon clad foot.
As she slowly walked past, I made eye contact with her and we smiled at each other. If I hadn’t been married, I would have proposed to her on the spot! She looked so sexy! She continued up the street, me following on my hands and knees. Just kidding, just kidding.
I saw her quite often after this and found out that she lived in a house on the next street, when I saw her enter it one day. To my great pleasure, she nearly always wore heels, but nothing quite matched my first sighting of her.

Cheers, Paul.

shyguy · 3rd July 2004, 17:00

Oh no we have a stalker in our midsts :lol:
Just joking Paul, you tell a wonderful story, and its so easy to picture the moments with your detailed descriptions.
MORE MORE

Paul (North-East) · 4th July 2004, 19:00

Thanks Shyguy, your interest is much appreciated. I'm pleased you enjoyed it.

Cheers, Paul.

Paul (North-East) · 17th October 2004, 12:23

Hi everyone,

A big thanks to everyone who responded to my last instalment, which now seems like forever ago. Here’s part 9…

I always took any opportunity I could to buy Joanna a new pair of shoes. As she loved them too, she never objected, unless we were a bit strapped financially. We would often, as I’m sure everybody here does, look in shoe shops at the latest stock to arrive. Now and again something would really catch our eye.
Saturday, in town, we were looking in Dolcis, which I have always thought of as above average as far as general High street shops go. Displayed in the window was a gorgeous pair of black suede stilettos with a 4 ½ inch heel. They were low cut on the front, sides and back, something you don’t often see these days. The toe was pointy without being too exaggerated. Naturally we had to buy a pair. Fortunately, they had a size 5 in stock and we left with shoes in hand.
Joanna wore them at the first opportunity, which as it happened was that night. She commented on how comfortable they were and how they did not need any breaking in. They looked very sexy and I could not keep my eyes off them, especially when she put on a bit of a dangling show for my benefit, which I have always enjoyed.
They soon became a favourite pair, being worn on a regular basis. However, as I believe is common with suede for some reason (if anyone knows why I would like to know), they began to stretch, becoming very sloppy on her feet. This had the effect of making them slop off and on as she walked. At first, it was just occasionally, but fairly soon both shoes were flopping away with every step. As Joanna knew how much I enjoyed this, she continued to wear them, even though they were quite difficult to walk in and I remember many an occasion when I had to retrieve one for her after it had fallen off. Naturally, this was always a pleasure, as I have always enjoyed slipping an elegant shoe onto (and off) a ladies foot.

I remember returning from work one evening and had almost completed the journey. Turning into a side road, I noticed a girl with a pram who had started to cross the road ahead, but come to a stop. She was on the opposite side to me, so there was no danger of her being in my path. Nevertheless, what a daft place to stop I thought. Then I noticed she was wearing one 5” stiletto court shoe. The other was about a metre behind, stuck in a crack in the pavement with her mother (I guess) trying to pull it free. Unfortunately, there was nowhere to park, as I would have stopped to help. I hope her mother managed to free it without damaging the heel, as they were lovely shoes.

Unfortunately, as the eighties drew to a close my marriage came to an end. This was around the time that stilettos went into decline and we were to enter the worst period in shoe design since the seventies. The next few years had very little in the way of interest on the high heel front for me, and the sight of a girl in elegant heels was very rare. I hope we never have a period like that again.

Love, Paul.