A Brief History of Tina

My shoes! The skirt had excited me, those shoes totally thrilled every bone in my body. I had fallen in love with them in the TV shop. I had bought two other pairs, one with much lower and more sensible heels. This pair were in no way 'sensible'. Shiny black patent, with gold-coloured 6" stiletto heels and ankle straps, each with a tiny gold clasp. I slipped them on, the feel of the nylon sliding in was exquisite, and they really did take some fastening, I was determined not to damage my long red nails. I stood up, my first time on such ultra-high heels, and walked around the room a little, marvelling at the way such heels made the muscles of my feet tense slightly and produce a pair of very effective, female-looking ankles. I felt as if I had been wearing them all my life, I loved it. And when I turned to look in the mirror, I gasped, the reflection I saw was absolutely everything I had hoped it would be - 'sex on legs'!.

I grabbed my clutch bag, again black with a bright gold chain, and stuffed into it a few things from my coat pocket - a credit card for some reason, my own driving licence, a little money, then added my mascara and lipstick. I was ready.

In the kitchen I finished to last stages of sorting our evening meal, again revelling in those female sensations - walking about in very high heels, the tightness of my skirt as I stretched across the table. And some new ones to me, the feeling of the weight of my breasts as I leaned over, the slight awkwardness but nevertheless enjoyment as I tried to arrange the cutlery with my long red nails flashing in front of me.

It was getting a bit too much, I opened the French windows and stood on the patio for a while, it was just beginning to get dark. The cool air on my nylon-clad legs, another gorgeous feminine feeling. Breathe in, I thought, calm down.

I went back into the dining room and turned the light on over the table, then dimmed it slightly. I opened the wine and poured myself a glass. I heard a car drive up and then footsteps coming over the gravel up to the front door.