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Red Shoe Diary
by Jim Dogget (jim_dogget@hotmail.com)
***
This story is for my wife Mary, who literally made a
dream come true! (MF, wife, rom, true)
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DAY 1
I know I dream, but I can almost never remember what
the dream is about. The few times that I have recalled
a dream it has been because something has suddenly
pulled me from a deep sleep. It might be an unusual
noise, or it might be a cramp in my leg, but usually it
is because some underlying worry has intruded into my
subconscious.
I think that is what happened last night. Worries at
work have been keeping me from sleeping well and I have
been waking up in the night with some anxiety or other
suddenly coming to the surface. I don't know exactly
what it was that woke me at three o'clock this morning,
but I know exactly what was in the dream that was
interrupted by my sudden awakening.
The vivid residual image from my dream was of a naked
woman bending over our dining room table, wearing
nothing but a blindfold and a pair of red high-heeled
shoes. She was bent over the table with her breasts
flattened against the table top, her head turned
sideways, and her cheek pressed against the polished
surface.
I don't know who she was, but she was about our age, in
her fifties, and about the same build as Mary. I woke
up with a hard-on that you would have to feel to
believe. I pressed my painfully stiff erection against
Mary's back, wrapped my arms around her and eventually
went back to sleep.
This morning I brought Mary a cup of tea at 6.30 and
told her about the dream.
"And then I woke up and I was as hard as a rock!"
She said, "Why didn't you wake me?"
"You were sleeping."
"Next time wake me up."
While we were getting dressed Mary started hunting in
the closet.
"I know my red shoes are in here somewhere. I bought
them for your mother, for a wedding or something."
But she couldn't find them.
"I've got to go to work. Why don't you see if you can
find them."
I am working at home today. When I took a coffee break
later in the morning I looked through the closet and
found, not one, but two pairs of red high heeled shoes.
I took the brightest, reddest pair downstairs and
placed them on the floor at the end of the dining room
table, facing the table about 2 feet apart, and went
back to work.
Mary came home at seven and saw the shoes and laughed.
"We'll have to clear off the table," she said.
The table was covered with her papers, but I didn't see
why we had to clear them off. After all, the papers
would slide about under her and prevent her from
getting friction burns on her tits. But she likes
things tidy. Women!
We had supper and got talking about work stuff, and all
of a sudden two whole hours had passed. Mary had to
make some phone calls, and I started to worry about all
the things I have to do tomorrow. At eleven o'clock
Mary said something about the red shoes, but I was so
freaked about tomorrow and the fact that I have to get
up early that I said grumpily.
"I've got to go to sleep."
DAY 2
Tonight the shoes are still in exactly the same
position, but sometime after I left for work the table
top got cleared off! Now I'm home, but Mary's gone to a
dinner and won't be back until nine or ten. The red
shoes are still there. Perhaps I should polish them.
DAY 3
Well, the shoes are still there. Mary came home from
her dinner and we talked for a while.
She said, "I want to go to bed, but we can take the
shoes up with us if you like."
"No," I said "The shoes stay where they are."
DAY 4
This morning I put my best pair of shoes side by side
between her red shoes and about six inches further
back.
I'm so horny, I could fuck a duck!
DAY 5
Last night Mary came home from work and wandered into
the dining room. She came out laughing and threw her
arms around my neck
"I just found your shoes. That's really funny."
So we had a cup of tea.
And then we had a drink.
And then we opened a bottle of wine. And then we had
cold ham and cauliflower and cheese.
And then Mary said, "I'm not going to do it if the dog
is watching."
The dog is very old and quite deaf and gets very
worried if we're out of sight. So Mary went off and
yelled at the dog.
"Go and lie down. Hey, you! Look at me! Over there! Go
and lie down!"
"No, No! Over there! Lie down!"
I got some lube from the bedroom and busied myself
drawing the curtains. I lit a couple of candles for
atmosphere, though I don't know why I was worried about
the ambience. Mary was going to be blindfolded anyway.
She pushed through the door into the dining room.
"Ooh! Candles. That's nice," and started to strip. Just
like that. Just pulled her shirt over her head, shucked
her pants and knickers in one motion and reached round
and took off her bra.
I tried to catch up, but kept losing my balance hopping
round on one leg, trying to get my shoes off with my
pants already round my ankles. I know it was bad
organization, but I wasn't thinking straight. By the
time I was done Mary was at the end of the table,
leaning over it, braced on her arms.
"The shoes," I said. "We've got to do it right."
"They pinch my feet."
Shit!
But she was laughing and slipping her feet into them.
God! Was this ever good!
She braced herself again.
"No, you've got to be blindfolded. In the dream you
were blindfolded."
"Really?"
"I'll get something."
I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel, and
yelled at the dog again.
After the tea towel went round her head there wasn't
enough to tie it.
"You know, you've got a really big head."
"Do it diagonally."
I folded it diagonally, but it was rectangular so it
folded with two triangular flaps hanging down. Too bad!
I stood behind her with my outrageous hard on pressing
into her buttocks and tied the tea towel over her eyes.
She braced herself for the third time.
"No, not like that. Not reared up. You've got to lie
flat on the table, with your cheek on the table. It's
in the dream."
She laughed and spread her legs wider. He hips folded
at the edge of the table and she lay her torso down on
it, her head turned sideways and her breasts squashed
against the polished wood of the table.
There was a big smile on her face. There was an even
bigger one on mine. I stepped back and looked. It was
all there. The red shoes, the spread legs, the breasts
flattened against the table, the blindfold, the face
turned to the side. It was my dream woman. Exactly my
dream woman! I ran my hand down her back as I walked
round her, from one side of the table to the other. She
has a beautiful back, the groove of her spine running
straight to the cleft in her buttocks, the nice waist,
full breasts, a wonderful mature rounded bottom, strong
thighs and good ankles.
I was transfixed. I walked back to the other side of
the table.
"Do something," she said.
I ran my hand down her cheeks and between her thighs.
She was warm and damp. I felt the hair of her bush, the
swell of the lips, the crease between lips and leg and
the soft dimpling of her thighs.
She murmured something and squirmed a little. I have no
idea what she said.
I parted her with my fingers and bent down and pressed
my lips against her. She pushed back, and I licked her,
savoring the slightly sweaty, slightly acidy taste. I
knelt behind her then, and pressed my face into her
softness, and found the sweet spot, guarded by soft
puffy ridges of tender flesh. I pushed my tongue inside
her and found the familiar thick sweet taste of her.
She moaned and I grunted. Her thighs were beginning to
quiver.
I picked up the lubricant and anointed my cock and
pushed into her. She was hot and wet inside, and didn't
need the lube. I think she must have been thinking
about this for days, just as I had. She lay there in
front of me as I moved slowly in her. Her head was on
the table. I couldn't see her face, just the cloth
wrapped round her head and the blonde hair sticking out
of the top of it. Her cheek slid slowly backwards and
forward on the polished surface as I pushed against her
buttocks and slowly withdrew.
The high heels made her just the right height for me.
The angle was perfect for taking it long and slow. The
smooth walls of her passage grasped me like a velvet
glove, stroking the circumference of my cock. I watched
it slide in and out, disappearing in the darkness
between her cheeks.
Occasionally Mary said "Oohh, yes." Meanwhile, I was
zoned into a world in which all sensation was focused
inside Mary's body, time had slowed and nothing else
mattered. It went on for a long time.
Until Mary reared up off the table and stripped off the
blindfold. For the last time she braced herself above
the table, her arms extended and her back arched. Her
legs were really shaking now; what had been a quiver
was now a constant tremor. She started slamming back
into me, speeding up the collision of our bodies.
"It's better like this," she hissed.
I know when Mary arches her back so that my penis head
rubs on her G-spot that she's very close to coming. At
this point her body takes over the rhythm. It's not
controllable. She can't slow down. The orgasm that's on
its way is driving everything. From this point all is
inevitable. She and I are simply its servants, our
bodies instructed to do what ever it needs.
What followed was violent and fast, and must have been
noisy, because the dog, despite his deafness, started
barking in the other room. I don't remember everything,
but I do remember the sound of my thighs slapping
against the backs of her legs. I remember the intense
build up of sensitivity in the end of my cock as it
rocketed backwards and forwards over the ribbed
smoothness of her G-spot. I knew I was lost, and then
so was she.
There was a roaring in my head and I felt the insistent
tightening of her pussy as I exploded inside her. She
was hot, liquid and contracting around me as we melded
together.
And then my cock popped out. At that angle, and with a
kink in it, if you're not fully embedded it flips out.
I was still erupting as she reached between her legs
and grabbed hold of me. I thought she was going to put
me back in. That's what she would normally do if we
accidentally disengaged. But this time she just milked
me; slick, sensitive and slippery with juice and semen.
I can't describe the sensation. One moment you're
spurting in the warm depths of a slick canal and the
next a skilled, cool and lubricated hand is pumping the
last of your cum onto the carpet. At that moment I fell
in love all over again.
And then neither of us could stop laughing. We laughed
and held each other as the dog continued to bark.
Then Mary looked down and said, "You didn't wear your
shoes. That's not fair."
"Then we'll have to do it again."
And we picked up the pile of clothes and went upstairs,
leaving the two pairs of shoes at the end of the dining
room table.
END
© Jim Dogget - June 2004
http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/jim_dogget
Thanks for reading. Do let me know what you thought of
it.
jim_dogget@hotmail.com
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