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Melissa: All My Dates Wear High Heels
By cfmpumps
I had called Ellie in the middle of the week,
wondering if this time she would stay on course from
the weekend. Forget it. The Evil Ellie answered the
phone. She was short, guarded and snippy and I wished
I hadn't called. But that is a story for another time.
This story is about what I did that weekend once I had
discarded the idea of seeing Ellie.
I was a little down and more than a little pissed. So
on Friday I decided to go out to a club where some
other T-girls I know like to get together and dance.
It was primarily a gay and lesbian bar. Some of the
gays look down their nose at us, but others are
fascinated.
I'm proud of my high heels and proud of my ability to
dance in them. I selected the black patent pumps with
the peek-a-boo toes that I had bought at the shoe
store the time I did the owner. I had painted my toes
bright red and a little bit of red showed through the
toe opening. I picked out a pleated black skirt that
went just past my knees. I like it when my skirt
flares out when I move. I also chose a flower print
top with 3/4 sleeves. I put on a gold necklace and
earrings. Since my toes were open, I would go without
stockings. I wore light makeup and my wig with a
couple clips to keep the hair from flying in my face
all the time.
It was already dark when I got to the club. I parked
on a side street, changed out of my driving shoes and
walked over. I looked down and admired the light
reflected on my pumps. There was a slight breeze and I
felt it on my exposed toes. When I got in, I saw
several girls that I knew. We talked for a while, and
then got up to dance. They were playing 80s music,
which I mostly like. Another girl and I started
dancing with two lipstick lesbians.
Part of the fun of being out is turning heads. I
looked around between songs when I noticed him,
halfway across the room. He was clean-shaven, with
dark hair, almost nerdy-looking. He was staring at me
like he was entranced. I couldn't tell if he wanted to
fuck me or be me. Or possibly both.
I walked across the room to him. He visibly tensed up,
but did not look away. When I got close enough to hear
over the noise of the sound system, I looked into his
eyes and said, "Do you like what you see?"
After a second, he simply said, "Yes."
"Hi, I'm Melissa."
"I'm David."
"Pleased to meet you, David." I saw him searching for
the right thing to say, so I continued, "Don't just
stand there; do something."
"You're very pretty."
"Thank you." I quickly glanced down and saw his
erection straining against his pants. I took his wrist
in my hand. "Come on out and dance."
"I don't dance very well."
"You don't have to. It's not like there's any
technique. You just shuffle back and forth. The girls
do most of the involved moves. Come on."
I led him out onto the floor and we danced for a
while. I asked him if he was having fun, and he said
he was. After the song ended, he said, "I really like
your shoes."
I took him by the hand and looked in his eyes. "All
my dates wear high heels. Do you have any high heels
of your own?"
"No."
"Would you be willing to wear high heels for me?"
"Yes, but ... how would I get them?"
"I'll take you shopping. It'll be fun. Give me your
number. I'll call you tomorrow." I took out a pen and
paper from my purse. He wrote down his number. "We'll
go shopping tomorrow evening, and then we'll find
something else to do. See ya."
He walked back off the dance floor to where he had
been originally, and I sat with some of the girls I
knew.
The next day I called him around eleven. I arranged to
meet him at his place at 5:30. I asked him what men's
size he wore. He said a size ten. The little pig would
have an easier time finding shoes than I do.
That evening, I wore a black lace top camisole and a
black tank dress with a flower print. I put a
cream-colored cardigan over it, since my upper arms
are not feminine enough to show off. I picked out
bright red shoes with ankle straps, open shanks and 4"
heels. I also put on seamed stockings to further show
off my legs. I left my hair down so I could look
really soft and feminine. I packed a razor, some
lather and nail polish in the expectation that we
would need it.
I wore my driving pumps when I went to his door. He
greeted me at the door, wearing a striped button-down
shirt and khakis. He was expecting to go out, but
instead I steered him in. "Have you shaved your legs?"
"I can't do that," he said. "I wear shorts in front of
my friends. They'd notice."
I saw the bicycle in the hallway. "Tell them you shave
because you ride. If you fall off the bike, you really
would rather have shaved legs. Let's go to the tub.
You're really going to feel self-conscious wearing
heels with hairy legs."
I directed him to the shower and had him get the water
started. I took off my cardigan so I would be able to
put my arms in the water. "Get naked," I told him.
When he balked, I said, "Oh, as if you didn't plan to
get naked in front of me tonight." He obeyed after
that.
I had him lather up one leg and taught him how to go
over it with the razor without bleeding to death. He
took over and finished both legs. "Rub your legs
together now," I said. "Doesn't that feel good?" He
admitted it did.
After he dried off, I told him to sit on the toilet
and I'd do his nails. I painted his nails bright red
while he sat there naked with a raging hard-on.
It was already after six. "Come on," I said, "get
dressed. We have some shopping to do."
He got dressed and we went to the car. I drove him to
a strip mall with a large fashion shoe outlet store.
When we stopped, I swung my feet over into his lap.
Handing him my red ankle-straps, I said, "Would you
please change my shoes for me?" I could see he enjoyed
having the chance to touch my high heels. When he had
done both buckles, I swung my legs back to my side and
we went into the store. On the way in, I asked him,
"What colors do you like?"
"I really like the bright red shoes you're wearing."
I took his hand as we entered the store. We walked
around looking at all the shoes. I could see that this
was a dream come true for him, being able to admire
shoes in a store and not having to hide it or be
sneaky about it. I found a pair of pink pumps with
round toes and hourglass heels, about three inches
high. When I showed them to him, he was very excited.
I picked a couple of nylon footies out the box at the
end of the aisle. I had to explain to him that he had
to take his socks off and put the nylons on to try on
the shoes.
He put the pumps on and walked over to the mirror. He
took a lot of time admiring them, which I considered a
good sign for later. "Can you walk in them OK?" I
asked him. He walked up and down the aisle while I
watched. "You want to put your heel and toe on the
floor at the same time," I told him. It didn't seem to
be too difficult for him to walk in that heel. He
asked me what I thought of the shoes. "I think they're
adorable," I replied.
He walked around in the pumps, carrying his boy shoes,
while we looked at other shoes. He found a pair of
black patent pumps with 5" stiletto heels. They were
too high for him to walk in properly, but they fit him
and they were beautiful. I encouraged him to get them.
I also found him a black purse, which I assured him he
would need for later.
The store actually had some shoes in my size. I found
a pair of pewter pumps with 4" stiletto heels. They
had a low-cut throat and long pointed toes. I had him
take my ankle-straps off so I could try on the pumps.
He commented that he could see the cracks of my toes.
"That's called toe cleavage," I said.
When I was ready, he changed me back into my
ankle-straps. I had him stuff his socks in his pocket.
He put his boy shoes back on and we went to the
counter. He volunteered to pay for my shoes. I asked
the woman at the counter to cut the tags off the
purse. We took our purchases and went to the car. When
we got there, I had him put his wallet in the purse
while I changed him into the pink pumps.
I had noticed a clothing store a few doors down that
carried plus sizes. I wanted to get him into a skirt,
so I had him leave his boy shoes and socks in the car
and walked him over to the store. He was a little
self-conscious, but as long as I held his hand he was
OK. His walk was improving all the time.
There was only one other shopper in the store, which
made it easier. We found a short gray skirt in his
size, and I led him to the fitting room. He changed
into the skirt and came out to show me. It only came
halfway down his thigh. "Turn around for me," I said.
"It shows off your ass really well." I took in the
sight of him in his skirt and pink pumps. I was really
hard and rubbed against his ass. He could feel my
erection and looked at me over his shoulder. His eyes
showed willingness and vulnerability. I wanted to
throw him under a rack of dresses and fuck him into
the middle of next week.
I sent him back to change back into his pants. When he
came out, we picked out a pair of black panties for
him. I had him pay for his purchases. I could see that
he had wished he could wear a skirt and heels, but
never had the nerve to do anything about it. I enjoyed
watching the woman ring him up, knowing that she knew
the clothes were for him. She had noticed his heels
earlier. Anyway, it was also good practice for him.
We walked back to the car arm in arm. It was almost
dark by now. I helped him change into his panties and
skirt. He threw all the boy things he no longer needed
into the back seat. Then I had him change me into my
driving pumps. He took a long time fondling my shoes
and I enjoyed every minute of it. Before he removed
each shoe, he placed a long, passionate kiss in the
middle of the toe that I could feel through the
leather. It made me feel like a true goddess.
When he was done, I asked him to swing his legs over
to me. I took each pump in my hands in turn, kissing
it all over. Then I ran my tongue around the edge of
the pump where his foot went in. He really enjoyed
that.
We agreed on a place to eat and I drove over. On the
way, I asked him if he had a femme name. He said he
had not. I asked him if anything came to mind that he
would like. He seemed to be having trouble with it, so
I suggested Dawn. He liked that name, so we agreed
that he would be Dawn for the rest of the night.
When we got to the restaurant, I had him put my
ankle-straps back on. We walked in with his arm around
my waist and my hand on his ass. By the time we went
in, it was almost eight. Most of the dinner crowd had
gone. We got a variety of looks as we walked around.
Yeah, we got some dirty looks. But most of the people
who disapprove are too chickenshit to start anything
with two people, even if they're in a group of ten,
unless they're drunk. And we did turn heads in other
ways. One woman gave me a thumbs-up after she looked
him over.
I don't like to be seen talking about people in
public, so I nudged Dawn. "Look to your right," I
whispered. "You see the blond guy in the blue shirt?
Look at the way he's looking at us. He wishes to God
he could go around in public like you are."
I asked for a booth out of the way. We sat next to
each other on the same side. Dawn was quite the cuddle
monkey. We were necking when they brought the food.
We had a pleasant and uneventful meal. Since Dawn paid
for my shoes, I had no problem paying for the food. On
the way out, I asked Dawn if he'd ever had this much
foreplay before. We walked back to the car and kissed
for a while. Then we got in and I had him change my
shoes. I drove him back to his place. We took our loot
and went inside.
He wanted me to wear my new pumps, so I had him get
them for me. I also had him take my stockings off. I
stood in the hallway with my back to the wall. He put
each pump on and kissed it the way I had done for him.
When he had shown his love for both of my shoes, he
worked his way up one leg. When his head was up my
dress, he pulled my panties down and I stepped out of
them as they fell to the floor. He sucked my balls for
a while, and then he took my girlcock into his mouth.
I love being blown standing up so that I can feel the
height of my heels while I come. Dawn was an
enthusiastic cocksucker. He fingered my ass when I
came. It was fantastic. If I could transplant his
brain into my ex-wife's body, I would really have
something worth cloning. Of course, disposing of her
brain would be problematic. The environmental impact
statement would be as thick as a phone book.
After we were done, he led me into the bedroom. He had
me take my dress off, but he wanted me to keep my
camisole on and my boobies in. He asked me to
lubricate him and then he let me take him. I fucked
his eyes out that night. He also blew me again, this
time wearing my red shoes, and I gave him a couple
hand jobs. He enjoyed that, but he preferred to have
me inside him. I fucked him in both pairs of his new
shoes. He had me do him while wearing each of mine,
even my driving pumps. I had him wrap his legs around
mine and rub his toes on the backs of my calves. His
pink pumps were very soft and felt spectacular. He
really liked it when I described his high heels to him
while I was doing him.
When I woke up, I was badly in need of a shave and the
pillow was smeared with makeup. Dawn didn't seem to
care. He wanted me to fuck him some more. So who was I
to argue? It was after noon when I finally left.
I next saw Dawn about a month later at the club where
I had met him. He was wearing a blue dress with white
trim and bright red pumps. He also had a chest. He was
smiling more than he did when we met. He thanked me
for helping him uncover the person he really was.
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