She stood curvy and confident, her gaze fixed on the shiny patent leather heels that awaited her. He watched as she struggled to balance on the flimsy stool before finally managing it. With slow, deliberate movements, she slid one foot into the delicate shoe, her brow furrowing in concentration. He couldn't help but admire the way her stockings scrunched up against her smooth skin. The other shoe followed suit, and she rose to her full height on the platform heels, towering over him. Their eyes locked, and he saw the desire flash in her irises. She stepped closer, pressing her body against his, and whispered, "These shoes are beautiful... but they're nothing compared to you." "You're just saying that because you like me," he replied with a grin.
