A couple of days later, just as I was wrapping things up for the day, getting ready to lock up and leave, I heard the familiar notification sound of my computer, telling me I had a new email. It was a forward from Lisa. Apparently the ladies had been emailing back and forth with my wife for a couple of days (Lisa had said nothing about this). She had just forwarded me their long email conversation up to this point. And it was looong! My mouth went dry as I read where my wife was telling them that things were coming along nicely with the haunted house, and that to celebrate its success (oooh, the pressure I was feeling to pull this thing off well!) they should all go out afterwards for drinks at one of the more upscale nightspots in town. And that they should all come to the haunted house all dolled up, in skirts or dresses, high heels, wedges, or ‘whatever looks dressy.’ My imagination went nuts! High heels? Wedges? And which body part(s) of mine would those ladies destroy underfoot? My face? My hands and fingers? My cock? All of the above? The ladies then set to discussing by email which dresses they’d be wearing-- the designer, the color, the cut of it, and which shoes-- describing them to my wife. Raina (around 5’7”, 125 lbs, the most quiet of the bunch, serious, of Native American descent, with long black shiny hair, dark eyes, dark skin, perfect teeth, a gym-shaped physique, wide, long, perfectly-proportioned feet with unusually high arches, full round heels, and thick long toes-- I’d rank her feet second only in beauty to my wife’s) described a pair of black high heels with thin 4-inch heel spikes, and thong-type straps, plus a skinny heel strap to hold them on. She even threw in a lengthy narrative about how the last time she wore them out in public she’d stepped on some loudmouthed redneck’s toes when he refused to take ‘no’ for an answer. She said the guy’s mouth shot open in shock and pain and she could see tears forming in his eyes and she brutally ground her heel into his foot. She said it made her ‘wet.’ That same evening, a little later, a very ‘hott!’ young man, a bit drunk, spilled some of his drink on her foot. (Her legs were crossed.) She sternly commanded him to, quote, “lick it off! And he did!! LOL!!” --I know, I know, it sounds pretty far-fetched, but Raina assumed this email was for her friends’ eyes only and she never thought a male would be reading it. And she may’ve just been bullshitting them, trying to make herself look empowered and strong, but hey-- it had me squirming in my desk chair! There were some other descriptions of the ladies shoes but that one was the hottest. I thought you’d enjoy hearing about that one. Needless to say, it took me a few minutes before I could lock up and leave, as I was being a little ‘anatomically obvious,’ if ya know what I’m saying.
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