Free The Girl with Red Shoes ( An Erotic Short Story) by Kathryn Morgan Parry

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    The Girl with Red Shoes
     
    By
     
     
    Kathryn Morgan Parry
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    I was nearly home when my car broke down . I pulled over to the kerb and swore as it died on me. I popped the bonnet and slammed the car door shut as I went to investigate what was wrong. Looking at the engine with hardly any clue of what I was doing I checked the oil. A man should know how to fix his own car I thought annoyingly.
    “Do you need a hand?” said a soft musical voice behind me. I turned to stare, through her spectacles, into stunning blue eyes.
    “Sorry , but you look as if you haven’t got a clue.” She encouraged me away from the engine with a wave of her fingers and with a slight twitch of her red lips.
    As she ben t over the engine, I looked over her stunning figure and my cock grew hard.
    Her perfect jet-black hair tied back in a tight bun, and her narrow neck was just visible though her white blouse, which was slightly transparent in the sun. I could make out a butterfly tattoo on her back, a tiny tattoo showing beautifully how small her waist was.
    The figure -hugging grey tweed skirt, just below knee-length enhanced her hips and full behind. My mouth was watering; I could die in that arse, I thought.
    She wiggle d a little as she fiddled with the engine, which was when I notice her stocking clips poking through the fabric of her skirt.
    My cock twitched, as it grew harder. I moved my eyes over her ample form, not fat but plenty to grab hold of, and imagined fucking her until she could not walk.
    As my eyes t ook in her seamed stockings leading down to blood-red shoes, she turned and caught me staring. Her eyes looked over my body, a small twitch of her red lips was the only sign she gave me that she had noticed my erection.
    “You can try your car now . I think I have solved your problem.” I jumped back into my car and started up the engine, she smiled before she turned away from me.
    “Sorry , could I thank you for your help?” I yelled out to her. She turned back to my car, with a slight wiggle of her hips as she walked to my car door.
    I w ound the window down and she bent over, resting her chin on her hands as she checked me out boldly, allowing her eyes to wander over my body.
    “What have you got in mind?” I knew what I had in mind for her and I smiled at her as I imagined it vividly.
    “No idea . Maybe we can have a drink?”
    S he licked her red lips that twitch of her lips telling me she found me amusing.
    “My place ,” It was not a question, but a statement.
    “Just follow my car .”
    I scrutinized her every step back to her car, the perfect lines up the back of her legs, then adjusted my trousers as I waited for her to pull into the traffic. I followed closely behind her, until two streets down. She pulled into a driveway, and I parked behind and I watched her walk to her front door.
    I grabbed a few things from my glove box that I was going to need later and picked up the bottle of wine that was on the passenger’s seat.
    As I follow ed closely behind her she wiggled that exquisite arse in front of me up the steps, I could almost taste what was to come.
    D id she suspect what I got in mind? I closed the front door and locked it behind me.
    She pick ed up two wine glasses from the counter, in her small apartment, but she not going to need them.
    “Place your hands behind your back,” I ordered her.
    She turn ed her face, shocked by my abruptness and she stared at me with her blue eyes twinkling, a small twitch off her red lips when she moved her hands behind her back.
    I place d the bottle down on the counter and slipped out a pair of handcuffs from my suit pocket, and attached her wrists together tightly behind her back, she was breathing heavily in her excitement.
    I could make out her erect nipples teasing me beneath her blouse, feeling her ample breasts though the fabric , I pulled her nipples, and a soft cry of