Friday Night Professional Occasion
Part II
I glanced down at the floor and saw my husband had picked my black patent stiletto slides for me to wear that evening. They had a very thin 4-inch heel and one simple band over my toes. I thought they were a bit too sexy for my black mid-length suit, but would do just fine. I slipped them on my clean and newly moisturized feet to model them for my husband while I fixed my hair. We finished getting ready, dressed quickly, and left our house.
We arrived at the city hall 20 minutes later and were directly escorted to the main reception area for the event. We were seated at a table in the second row back from the stage and podium. Because I was a good 6-10 years younger than anyone else in the room, I felt somewhat out of place and too nervous to talk to the other men and women at our table except for introductions. I was relieved when dinner was served.
The first thing I did after placing my napkin in my lap was accidentally knock a big, fat, overly ripe strawberry from my salad plate off the table and onto the floor. I instantly blushed, but fortunately no one at the table noticed. I left it where it fell, pretended not to notice either, and trieed to just enjoy dinner.
Dinner finished in a leisurely manner, and soon two men walked to the podium. Everyone finished talking and listened as one man introduced the other, our speaker for the evening. I prepared myself for about an hour of stiff boredom and froze a look of quiet interest on my face as he began crapping on about something to do with the professional organization. It wasn't long before I felt someone's eyes on me.
I turned slightly to the right to see who was staring at me and saw a man in his early to mid-thirties who seemed to be staring at the floor near my feet. I thought with embarassment "Dear Lord, he sees that berry I knocked off and he's thinking what a mess I am." Then I slowly realized he was staring at my feet in my black stiletto slides.
Now, I am as loyal and dedicated to my husband as any wife ever was, but sometimes when I see a man or woman staring so longingly at my feet I can't help but put on a bit of a show. I slowly pulled my feet back under my chair and crossed them, carefully pointing all my toes and arching my feet until they hurt. Then I relaxed them, letting them slide against each other so that it looked like I was rubbing them together and enjoying the way they pressed against each other. I let one foot linger under the chair and pointed the right foot out, pretending to roll and stretch my tired ankle, all the while staring pointedly at the man's face, waiting for his reaction.
He must have realized that I was doing all this stretching and preening for his benefit, because at that moment he looked up to see if I'd noticed his stares. I stared back, letting him know I knew what he was looking at and why, and then gave him a sweet, if indistinct, smile. Then I turned my head back to the speaker at the podium to continue my foot show and let him watch without embarrassment.
I slowly pulled one foot out of its shoe and traced the band of leather wth my toe, then lifted the entire shoe, hanging it off the tip of my big toe. I crossed my legs and squeezed them together to bring my legs closer and closer until they touched all the way to the ankle. Then I began to gently rock the foot dangling my shoe back and forth. The shoe wavered peacefully in the air, and every few seconds I'd slide my crossed-over leg a little to the side and dip the shoe until the heel dragged on the ground. I'd pull it forward as slowly as possible, dragging the heel bit by tiny bit until the slowness of the drag was painful, then lift it again. I glanced back at the man enjoying my display, and he was gazing at my feet with his mouth slightly opened and his head tilted to one side, completely wrapped up in the sexy, smooth movements of my pretty pink peds.
I pulled my feet back under the chair again, and when I started to stretch them out, they accidentally kicked a small object from under my chair into our view. I looked down to see what it was.
Part III to follow soon!!!