Angela

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That morning, Angela was wearing a thin pink
bandeau than barely covered her breasts, a short sleeve white
shirt with rolled up sleeves, which she had tied at the waist, a denim
jean skirt which she'd rolled up, like guys who rolled up the
cuffs of their jeans, and sewn, and a pair of 4" spiked heel
slides with wooden soles and three narrow pink bands
crisscrossed across the top. Her hair was gathered loosely in back, held in
place only by a pink claw clip, and she had on large hoop earrings.

"This is one of my casually sexy looks." "It looks more
like one of your "fuck me" looks. Don't get me wrong.
You look like a million dollars. But it's very provocative." "I know
you're right, but that's how I am. It's just not me to go
around in baggy clothes and clunky shoes, or business suits and low heels,
or Laura Ashley dresses and espadrilles. I've got a good
body, which I've worked hard to get in shape and keep in shape,
and I don't like to keep it under wraps. 'If you've got it,
flaunt it,' I guess. And I like the feeling of men looking at me and
enjoying what they see. I can feel their gaze on me when they
see me, and it feels almost like sunshine. Watch. I'm going to go to
the restroom. There are three guys at one table and two guys
at the other. Look at them when I walk by."

Angela got out of her seat, straightened her skirt, and started walking toward the rest
room. As soon as the guys heard the slap of her shoes against the
soles of her feet, they looked around and followed her with
their eyes until she went into the restroom. After she went in,
Ellen saw one of the guys at the table of three shake his head.

When Angela came out of the ladies room and started walking back
to her table, the guys looked up again, then down at her
feet, then up and down her body. She smiled at them and patted
one of the guys on the shoulder. When she sat down, Ellen
said, "Well, they couldn't take their eyes off you. As soon as
they heard the slap of your shoes, they were all eyes and ears."

"I discovered the power of slides when I was eight. It happened when
I went to the mall with my sister, Joan, who's ten years
older than I am -- you remember her." "I haven't seen her in a
long time." "Anyway, it was in 1979, and a lot of
girls--including my sister--were wearing Candies
because Olivia Newton-John had worn them in Grease.

Remember that scene where she
crushes something while she's wearing them? I bet that turned a
lot of guys on -- at least a lot of girls thought so. Anyway,
that day, my sister had on a pair of slides with a 3" heel and a
narrow, red suede band across the top. As we walked through
the mall, her shoes made this sharp slap every time the sole of her
foot met the shoe. I noticed that a lot of men turned their
heads towards us and stared at Joan's feet -- like the guys here. When
I saw how they reacted, I knew that I wanted to wear shoes
like that as soon as I could." She continued, "After that, I'd
sneak into Joan's room and try on those shoes. Even though
they were several sizes too big for me, I learned pretty quickly how
to balance myself on them while I walked around the room.

I loved them right away. I really liked being taller all of a
sudden, and I liked it that my feet were free. I hated
wearing oxfords and sneakers to school -- that's what I usually had to wear.
And it was almost a sensual pleasure to feel the shoe slapping
against my sole." Angela went on, "I've always hated having my
feet trapped in shoes, from the time I was a little kid. I
used to wear flip flops all the time. All I've ever needed was a sole and
something across the top to hold my foot in place. The less the better.

Anyway, one day -- I think it was about two months later
-- my mom caught me wearing Joan's slides. I got really
embarrassed, but mom only smiled and said, "You look good wearing
your sister's shoes. Let's get you a pair in your size."

I was so relieved that I ran -- in those shoes -- over to my mom to
give her a hug. The next day, she took me out and bought me
a pair of wooden-soled shoes with a 1" heel -- Junior Candies. I
wore them whenever I could." "I can understand not wanting
to have your feet closed in. I'm the same way. I usually wear
some kind of open sandal when I'm outside or just knocking
around -- you know that. But why the heels?" "I think one reason
is the height thing. The kind I wear add from three to six
inches -- these are about four inches. If I had on platform
slides, I'd be almost as tall as you. In my bare feet, you're
almost a foot taller. Also, they're really hard shoes to walk in, and I'm
good at it. It takes good balance to wear shoes as open as
the ones I've got on today. Not many women can wear them, and even
fewer can wear them and walk well. That's one of the
things I got from gymnastics -- that muscle tone, good posture,
and good balance -- and that's why I still go work out three
times a week.

"You really do have a nice walk; I was watching
you. Sexy but not slutty. You've got perfect posture, and
when you walk, it's really free and elegant. It's like you glide
across a room. You know, those shoes make your butt stick out a little.

"I know," said Angela with a smile. "That's part of the package.
You know what I think of when I walk?" "No, what?"
"Remember that song, "The Girl from Ipanema?" "No." "It was this
Brazilian song that was popular in the early '60s. My
parents used to listen to it all the time. The words go: 'When
she walks, it's like a samba that swings so cools and sways
go gently, that when she passes each one she passes goes
'Aaaaaaaah.'' That's what those guys did when I walked by.

So anyway, it's a challenge to walk well in those shoes. Not many
women can do it, and I'm one of them." "You know what I
think?" said Ellen, with a sly smile. "What?" "I think those
shoes are like cleavage for the feet." "What do you mean?"

"Well, they show a part of the foot that's normally covered, just like a
low cut dress shows breasts.

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