Let’s just get this out there.

A woman in heels is perfection.

With an expensive evening gown or jeans and a T-shirt, heels set me off. It began with a young woman I knew in Law School. I’ll call her Dee (not her real name).

The first time I saw her she walked into our Torts classroom and looked around, then she sat next to me.

I was mesmerized by her look. She wore a bright, tight sleeveless blouse tucked into a snug-fitting pair of jeans AND fire engine red four-inch stiletto heels. Dee had the body of a ballerina, but better because of her full, 34 DD breasts. An athletic woman that made a room vibrate when she walked in, with every eye, women included, focused on her.

In spite of her looks and the confident way she had entered the room, when she sat next to me she seemed shy. We said hello and she smiled and I immediately knew why.

She was wearing braces. Her mouth was full of wire and it looked painful. I went out of my way to try and set her at ease and, after our first meeting, sat together in each class we shared and often studied together.

We became fast friends and, in spite of the fact we were both married, carried on a flirtatious relationship. Strangers who saw us assumed that because we both wore wedding rings that we were married. We did nothing to change that perception.

My wife was busy and preoccupied with her career as a marketing manager and Dee’s husband was a partner in a small, but rapidly growing energy company. Their careers and the long hours of study required by law school pushed Dee and I closer without any suspicion by our real spouses.

Nothing came from my togetherness with Dee for quite a while. We shared class and study time. We usually had the same class schedules and often had lunch together. We were together with each other more than we were with our families.

Then things changed.

Our spouses both started traveling extensively for their respective jobs. Dee and I were approaching finals at the end of spring semester. The library where we usually spent the bulk of our time was cramped and uncomfortable. Classes had ended and we were now just cramming when Dee suddenly had an epiphany.

“Let’s study at my house. We can spread out all our stuff, we won’t have to whisper all the time and my place is stocked with food and everything else we’ll need.”

I thought about it for about a second and said, “That’s a really good idea. But will your husband mind?” I knew the answer because she had told me the week before that he was traveling in Alaska for an extended period of time.

“No, it’ll be alright. But what about your wife?”

My wife was busy with work, wasn’t the jealous type and had endured several of my all-nighters when I studied.

“That won’t be a problem. If you’re sure you’re comfortable with this, I’m in.”

The next day instead of heading to the library I got up, went for a quick run and jumped in the shower. When I got out I saw my wife packing.

“Are you headed somewhere I forgot about?”

“I just got a call. I have to go to New York for client meeting. My boss is sick and I’m the only other person who can handle this job. Sorry for no notice, but you’re getting ready for finals so I said ‘okay.’”

I hadn’t told her about where my study venue had changed, so this was working out better than I expected.

She finished packing, got dressed and thirty minutes later was out the door. I dressed, packed up my books and notes and study guides and headed to Dee’s place. On the way I bought a bag of bagels, some cheese and Italian meats, some orange juice and fruit. I didn’t want to show up empty-handed and didn’t know what she had on hand.

When I got to her home she answered the door immediately after I rang her doorbell. I was stunned, but kept my composure, when the door opened. She looked gorgeous. She was dressed in a tight-fitting tank top, tight jeans and her signature heels.

When she smiled I was blown away. Her braces were gone! Her smile was more radiant than ever because she wasn’t trying to hide it.

I dropped everything and swept her up in my arms and swung her around as she laughed.

“You look so beautiful!”

Then, with no forethought, I kissed her. Before this kiss, the wire in her mouth was a barrier I didn’t even realize existed. But the kiss, just intended to congratulate her evolved into something more, something passionate.

My lips met hers and she kissed back. I parted her lips with my tongue and we were suddenly probing each other’s mouths. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock as it quickly hardened and pressed into her body. And the kiss lingered.

It was the beginning of my affair with Dee.

We finally broke the kiss and an awkward silence followed. I reluctantly let go of her and we picked up the food and books I had dropped and carried everything to her kitchen. After a few minutes, we started acting like nothing had happened and she gave me a tour of her home. It was nicely appointed and everything looked expensive.

“I didn’t have much to do with the furnishings, my husband picked it out so we entertain his coworkers and clients.”

I didn’t question what she had said and commented she had a lovely home. Her bedroom featured a four-post king-sized bed that I suddenly wanted to take her to, but I controlled myself as the tour ended.

We got to studying and spent the rest of the day sharing notes and quizzing each other. We snacked on what I had brought and it was now six in the afternoon.

“I need a break. And I’m hungry. I’ve got some steaks if you want to grill them while I make a salad. Unless you need to leave.”

“Actually I forgot to tell you my wife is traveling too. So dinner sounds good.”

We prepared dinner, had a glass of wine and as we were cleaning up her phone rang. She walked away to answer and I knew her husband was on the line. I overheard her tell him she had been studying all day. My presence was not mentioned.

By the time she finished I had gotten done cleaning the kitchen.

I handed her a glass of wine and said, “All good?”

“Yep, he’s excited to be in Alaska? Have you spoken to your wife?”

“She’s busy, we probably won’t talk tonight. She knows I’m concentrating on finals.”

We went back to studying and suddenly it was 10:00 p.m. and we were both exhausted. We set aside our books and Dee fetched us another glass of wine. As she sat she said, “I could use a foot massage.” She kicked off her shoes and placed them in my lap as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

The heels she constantly wore hid sexy feet that were perfectly pedicured with toes painted blood red.

I took up her right foot and started massaging. At the same, my dick started getting hard.

“Oh my god! You’re hired!”

“Dee, I have to ask, why do you always have those incredible CFM’s on? Not that I’m complaining, they make you look great.”

“The reason is a girlfriend of mine in undergrad school once told me that a woman can be the smartest person in the room and still be underestimated and not seen. These heels level the playing field and make people take notice. As soon as people take notice I can overwhelm them with my brains.”

Absentmindedly I leaned over and kissed her foot. I realized what I was doing and stopped.

“Sorry. I’m getting out of line. Just so you know, sexy feet are a weakness of mine.”

“Do you think my feet are sexy?”

“You’re kidding, right?” And I leaned over and kissed them again.

“Mmmm, don’t worry about it. Just don’t stop.”

I rubbed her feet and now her foot was resting against my crotch uncomfortably. I knew Dee could feel my cock pulsating against her feet.

“It’s late. I should get going so we can get an early start tomorrow.” I actually wanted to get home and masturbate and relieve the pressure in my pants.

Dee looked at me thoughtfully and said, “I don’t think you want to leave. And I don’t want you to leave.”

She pressed her right foot hard against my cock.

“Am I right?”

I responded by standing up and leaning down to kiss Dee. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. It was a tender kiss that got increasingly sensual.

Wordlessly we stood and she took me into her bedroom after picking up her heels. I undressed her, flinging her top, bra and jeans to the corner of the room. I looked at her indescribably beautiful body and thought I was having a dream.

She still had a tiny thong panty on, the color matching her nails. Then she stepped back into her stilettos and started undressing me. When she pulled off my pants and underwear my six inches of hard, thick cock sprang out. She gripped me and her eyes locked on mine kissed my swollen mushroom head and licked precum already leaking.

“Mmm, you taste good.”

I wanted to make love to her.

We ended up fucking instead.

I wanted to hold her and start kissing her mouth and then slide down and suckle her magnificent breasts. Her entire body was a golden tan, from spending time nude sunbathing and had no tan lines. Her areola were a deep brown and almost three inches across with nipples sticking straight out like little pencil erasers. I wanted to suck them until Dee cried out for release.

I wanted to kiss her flat belly and put my tongue in her belly button and swirl it in her innie.

I wanted to kiss my way to her mons and marvel on her naked, bald pussy and lick her pussy lips, her labia. Find her pearl-sized clit and suck and nip and bring her to a climax.

I wanted to kiss her rosebud, her anus and revel in tasting her forbidden back door. Push my tongue in deeper than she had ever felt before putting one then two fingers in her, stretching her.

But, we fucked.

We were captured in a whirlwind of lust and desire. I pushed Dee to the edge of her bed and she fell on her back. Not for one second did I hesitate, I parted her legs and she grasped my cock and positioned it to the entrance of her dripping slit and in one ferocious thrust I buried my cock in her as she groaned in pain and pleasure. Her legs wrapped around my waist and I was pumping in and out of her like a possessed jackhammer.

“Oh god!!! Fu fu FuCk Me!!! Don’t stop!! Don’t stop!!!”

I was pounding on her and could feel a massive orgasm building inside my body.

Dee screaming out said, “ I’m cumming, oh god! I’m cumming!!!”

As she cried out she triggered me and I exploded into her. I felt like the universe was blowing apart in my groin and my load of hot sperm spilled into Dee while at the same time she was releasing her own massive amount of warm fluids.

I collapsed on Dee trying to catch my breath as I flowed into her. She was crying and I kissed her and asked if she was okay.

She looked at me, through her tears, and said, “I didn’t know I needed that so bad. It was incredible.” I kissed her and said, “I can’t describe what just happened.”

We held on to each other and fell asleep.

[End of part 1]