My Friend’s New Shoes

As many of you may know, my friend Nikki ( takes some AMAZING pictures. She sent one out that captured my… interest and I said “I wonder how sexy me blowing one heel would be?”. That’s how this image was born. (That’s Nikki and not me.) 


Well, you know me. I HAD to write a scene. And that’s how this story was born.

I love shoes. I know, I know, cliche, right? But seriously, I love them. I didn’t know just how much until I’d gone over to a girlfriend’s house.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” Mel did that thing where you pivot on your toes, taking one heel off of the floor for a moment. She wasn’t much taller than me, maybe five feet three inches. The two-inch platforms with eight-inch spikes certainly gave her significant height advantage over me. As she moved, her yellow sundress swirled showing off her thighs encased in a latticework of fishnets.

When I said she was my girlfriend I meant that in a platonic way. We’d kissed a time or two, barely more than platonically, but I’d always admired her body. She was curvy but solidly built. I was a good deal softer than she but had bigger boobs and wider set of hips. We’d turned our fair share of heads when we moved down the boardwalk together in bikinis. Usually, I was able to control my lustful feelings for her, but in those shoes, and the way she had to look down at me? I wanted to get on my knees and do something. I just didn’t know what.

“I said, aren’t they gorgeous. Hello, Nikki?” Mel snapped her red-tipped fingers at me.

I shook my head. “Yes, gorgeous.” And then I slid to my knees and looked up at my friend. “Can I… “ I didn’t know what to ask or what I wanted to do. This could weird out my good friend. Or it could turn into something glorious. I’d had just enough tequila and weed to take a chance. “Can I kiss them?”

Mel paused. Longer than I thought someone who was angry would pause. When I looked up into her brown eyes, there was a wicked gleam in them. “Why Nikki, why ever would you want to kiss my shoes?”

I blushed. I’m pale as fuck already, so the blood rushing to my cheeks was obvious. “I want to do more than kiss your shoes. I want to kiss every inch of you. I just want to start with those wonderful spikes.”

“I’m not going to lie. That sounds hot as fuck.” She took a wider stance on those gorgeous shoes. “Take off your dress, crawl over here, and show me what you can do.”

Crawl? When she suggested… No, commanded me to crawl the heat that had rushed to my cheeks spread quickly between my thighs. “Yes, ma’am.” I pulled my dress up over my head, leaving me in a red bra and panties. Then, I got to her slowly on my hands and knees.

“Do you like worshipping women’s feet or is it just mine?” I wasn’t the only one who was blushing.

I looked up at her before starting. “You’re the first one who’s inspired me.”

She spun around so I could start with the heels. I could see from this angle that she wasn’t wearing any underwear under her fishnet tights. Steadying herself with one hand on the counter, she watched my tongue dart out. “I’ve never seen you from this angle. I had imagined you between my legs before.”

“Mmmmm.” So I wasn’t the only one? I licked along the heel, curling my tongue around it. She hadn’t worn them outside, so they weren’t dirty, but it wouldn’t have mattered. I had to admit to myself that if they had been, the humiliation of licking someone’s shoes would have only been sweeter. I tasted dust and shoe leather. I could smell her skin and her arousal.

“Your tongue is so pretty and delicate. I can’t wait to feel it on my skin.” Her voice was husky.

I’d licked all up and down the shaft but I wanted to fill my mouth with it. I pursed my lips around the bottom of the heel and let it slide over my tongue as I pushed my head forward. She held her foot still while I bobbed my head back and forth. I couldn’t help but moan as it touched the back of my throat. I loved sucking cock and knew how to relax my throat and keep the gag reflex from kicking in.

Mel cupped one of her breasts and massaged. “Fuck, that’s gorgeous.”

I moved my head faster and faster. I could see my lipstick was leaving tracks on the heel. Spit had slicked the hard length. I thought about her fucking my pussy. My ass. The idea made my nipples hard and my wet cunt twitch.

She began to move her foot to fuck my mouth with it.

I could see her swollen lips straining against the netting and moisture gathered along her pink slit. I was glad it was turning her on as much as it had me. I knew my panties were already wet.

She pulled her heel free and it made a wet pop. “Lick my shoes.” She turned and leaned back against the counter, reaching for the hem of her dress.

I did as I was told, licking the high platforms like I was painting a fence. My tongue strokes overlapped. The dress dropped to my left into a pool of fabric. I glanced up and saw her undoing her white bra. It too dropped to the ground and now she held both of her beautiful breasts, squeezing her dark nipples and pulling at them. She gasped as she watched me lick her shoes.

I could see her whole body now. The lines her bra left made a webwork of pink on her slightly olive skin. Dark pubic hair played peekaboo behind the mesh of her tights. It was trimmed closely and from near her slit down, completely gone. Her thighs were spread for me so I could access the inner parts of her platforms. Part greek statue and part pole dancer, Mel’s body was the most beautiful I’d seen in a long time.

“Head down, back to work.” She smiled as she caught me looking. The last thing I saw before casting my gaze back down was her working her finger into her slit.

I went back to licking. On the next upstroke, I let my tongue graze her skin where the upper ended and her foot began.

“Yessss.” Mel sounded like she liked it, though the affirmation could have had something to do with the increasingly rapid wet sounds coming from just above my head. “I want your mouth on me.”

I looked up and she had three fingers sliding in and out of her. “Yes, ma’am.” I rose up to my knees and as my lips neared her slit, she pulled her fingers out and held them out to me. I’d never tasted another woman. I opened my mouth and she painted my tongue with her juices.

“What do you think of that?” She smiled.

I licked and sucked at the sweet moisture, groaning at how delicious she tasted. Not answering with words, I attacked her pussy with my lips and tongue. I’m sure that my technique was sloppy, but Mel didn’t complain. She grabbed my long brown hair in her hands and pulled it and me up and down. I was forced to her rhythm and the pain and loss of control made me ache.

Her taste filled my mouth. I loved how she smelled and the touch of her soft thighs against my cheeks. Her moans were music to my ears. Being this close to another pussy, I took in the gorgeous folds and her little clit, peeking out from its hood. My hands latched onto her hips as she guided me to kiss her mound.

Those hips bucked as she ground against my nose, lips, and chin. “Fuck, yes. Eat my pussy.”

I was trying to and had to pull against her grip on my hair to do just that. I sucked her clit between my lips and scratched at the skin under my fingers. I wanted her to come all over me.

Faster and faster, she moved against me. Her cries grew loud and her mouth even filthier. “Come on you little whore. Use that filthy mouth to make me come. You’re my slut.”

I just nodded, taking in all the names she used on me. I’d be anything she wanted if it meant tasting and smelling her.

Her body seized and her speech faltered. I slit three fingers between her legs and clawed for her G spot. She squeezed around my fingers and her thighs locked. Juices coated my fingers and I was pretty sure she pulled out a few strands of my hair. All that mattered to me was I was making her come, loud and long.

Her thighs quivered and her hands moved to pull me up. She bent down and crushed her mouth to mine. We kissed hard and furiously as she sucked her juices from my lips and tongue. She pulled at my bra strap trying to get it off of me.

I helped her and she bent her lips to my freed tits. It was my turn to gasp and moan as her teeth and tongue worked over my painfully erect nipples. It wasn’t an easy position for her since she was so much taller than I was in those shoes. Frantically, she pushed me back until I found myself on the couch. She got to her knees and continued sucking hard on my flesh.

The ache between my legs intensified. I pushed my panties down and found Mel’s hands helping me, ripping them away.

She pushed my thighs open and slid three fingers between my lips. Alternating from one breast to the other, it was like she was trying to pull the whole thing into her mouth. I gasped when she let them pop from and wrapped my legs around her waist as she fucked me harder and faster with her fingers. Her thumb rubbed my clit and a growl rumbled deep in her chest.

My orgasm attacked me as quickly as she had. When I cam, it was screaming her name. “Fuck, Mel. God yes.” My hips bucked, pushing her fingers deeper inside me. Her lips and tongue swallowed my cries as we kissed our way through my joy.

Once I started to come down, her mouth left mine and latched onto my clit. Not sparing me, she sucked and fucked me up and up until I grunted and shuddered through another orgasm.

I clutched her shoulders and clawed her back. I pulled her body up and she joined me on the couch. We collapsed into a heated kiss and as our heaving breasts and heated pussies pushed together, we moaned and gasped until neither of us could catch our breath.

Finally, Mel croaked out a laugh. “I’ve got another pair if you want to see.”

We laughed together as best we could and I thought about what it would be like to go through every pair in her closet. My body shook as it anticipated the rest of our evening.

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