On Display (A Shoe Obsession Erotic Short) Read Free

body, a rush so heady she had her answer. Mandy
slid towards him, scooting to the edge of the couch where his
thighs pressed into the evergreen leather. She slid her knees and
thighs along his sides, feeling his muscles tense as she advanced.
Her hands found his arms, sliding and slipping their way around his
biceps and over his shoulders till she grazed his neck with her
fingertips.
    “I think they fit. But I have to walk in them
to be sure.”
    “Of course.” He pushed himself away from the
couch and stood up, running a hand over his hair. “How about to the
mirror and back?”
    “Perfect.” Mandy stood up, adjusted to the
wicked height of the boots and took a step. The platform threw her
at first, the balls of her feet unaccustomed to the artificial
depth, but after a few steps she adjusted. She pranced to the
mirror, giddy with the reflective patent on her feet, and took
stock of her appearance. The deep black of the boots made her skin
almost ghostly, a pale luminescence set off by the burgundy of her
dress. And as she hiked up the hem of her skirt and turned for a
different view, she saw Dylan stiffen, saw his hands clench at his
sides as he watched her. Her body responded, thighs quivering and
panties soaking as she turned to face him. She wrapped the silk
jersey dress around her thighs, pulling it tight across her ass as
she spun for him. “What do you think?”
    “I think you’re beautiful. And sexy. And it’s
taking all my self control not to rip your dress off…. But I’m
assuming you mean the boots. Come here and let me check the
fit.”
    Mandy’s mouth gaped and her hands released
her dress, letting the fabric bounce to mid-thigh as she walked
towards him. Stopping a few inches away, she marveled at his size.
The boots made her six inches taller, but she still didn’t meet him
in the eye. Damn.
    “Sit,” he commanded. She obeyed, sliding onto
the couch and placing her feet front and center. Dylan ran his
hands over the leather, tracing the stitching with his fingers as
he picked up first one foot and then another. He set her feet down
in a wide stance, spreading her knees apart as his hands found her
naked skin. Mandy jumped at the contact, at the tingling shock of
their skin colliding once again.
    Dylan’s hands slid up her shins, over her
knees and up her thighs, his thumbs caressing the soft inner skin
of her legs as he kneeled in front of her. As Mandy gasped and
trembled, Dylan’s fingers slid under the hem of her dress, up and
up, over and around, to grip her ass. One fluid tug and he pulled
her to him, her wet panties meeting his cock, hard and throbbing
beneath the worsted wool. He used his hands to rock her, a slow
grind against his body, rubbing and rolling as her breathing grew
hurried and shallow.
    “Well?” Mandy managed to pant as her body
hummed with electric current. “Do they fit?”
    “Perfectly,” Dylan replied as he leaned into
her and kissed her on the lips.
     
     
     
    Chapter
Three
    As their lips met, a pricking tingle cascaded
from Mandy’s lips to her cheeks, a million bursts of current
feathering into and over her body. Her back arched—breasts pressing
into Dylan’s shirt, hands running up his arms—as their lips flashed
and cracked together. The current spread through her, firecracker
fingers singeing her neck and chest and thighs, till she moaned
against his lips and wrapped her legs around his waist.
    Mandy’s ankles locked around him, patent
leather catching patent leather in a vise behind Dylan’s ass,
leather manacles in a gleaming size 7. As Mandy crushed against
him, Dylan’s lips parted, his tongue demanding entrance and
release. She acquiesced, opening her mouth as his tongue slid past
her lips, plundering and pillaging her mouth. He tasted of
wintergreen—a hard candy sparking between his teeth—and Mandy
melted from the electric heat. Her legs draped over him, her arms
went limp around his neck, and her body became pliant and
willing.
    Her