Kate had been struggling with finances since she and David broke up. She had taken over the flat and the costs on one salary rather than two were challenging.
Her wardrobe was full of clothes and shoes she didn’t wear or need. She loved high heels and had many pairs she had barely worn. So, Kate spent an afternoon taking photos and posting on a local selling page to raise some much-needed cash.
There were the usual messages with stupid questions which automatically came with these kinds of selling pages. She weeded through the morons and managed to sell quite a few bits over the following weeks. There were several designer heels which hadn’t sold, and Kate wondered if she had priced them too high. There were expensive shoes and almost new, she thought £50 was a good price, they were three times that when she bought them. Then an enquiry flew in through the website messenger.
Jamie: I saw your advert and would be interested in your black stilettos.
Kate: Great, thank you.
Jamie: Have you worn them often?
Kate: About three times, I think. They look new.
Jamie: When you wore them, were your feet bare or in hosiery?
Kate: I probably would have worn them with bare feet.
Jamie: Would you mind sending me a picture of the heels with your feet in them so I can see what they look like on?
Kate thought Jamie’s request was odd, but nevertheless, she got them out of the cupboard, pulled off her socks, and squeezed her bare feet in. She took a few pictures of her feet. She had forgotten how sexy these heels were and what great toe cleavage they had. She started to feel sad about selling them, but nevertheless, sent the photo over to Jamie.
Jamie: They look amazing. I will take them. Would you take £40?
Kate: Glad you like them. Shall we say £45, and they are yours.
Jamie: OK, deal. I can come and collect tomorrow.
Kate: That’s fine.
Jamie: By the way, your feet look great.
There was then a thumbs up and Jamie went offline. Kate thought this girl was a bit strange but a lot of the types she met through this website were.
The following afternoon after a few more messages confirming her address and meeting time, there was a knock at Kate’s door. She opened it to find a medium-height guy in his late thirties with glasses and brown hair. He was fairly average-looking and had a bit of a beer belly. Not what Kate had expected. It hadn’t occurred to her Jamie was a man.
Jamie was immediately taken aback by how pretty Kate was. She was a brunette in her mid-thirties with deep hazel eyes, a wicked smile with long wavy hair, she had pulled back in a ponytail. She had a sexy, curvy figure with a peachy bum and more than ample breasts.
Kate stood there in blue jeans and a light brown top. She had a pair of sliders on her feet. Jamie’s eyes immediately went down to her toes, which were perfectly proportioned, and Kate had painted her perfectly shaped nails a dark green that morning. It was like she knew.
“Hi, I have come for the shoes,” he said.
“Please come in. I was expecting a woman.”
“Jamie is one of those either-or names, isn’t it,” Jamie said with a slight chuckle.
“Yes, I guess so.”
“I am buying the shoes as a gift for my wife,” he said unconvincingly.
“Okay, here they are. I still have the box,” Kate said as they walked into her living room.
“Could I ask you to put them on again, just so I can see what they look like in the flesh, so to speak?”
“Erm, okay.”
Kate sat down on the sofa and took them out of the box. She slid her feet out of the sliders and put on the heels. She got up and walked up and down the room as if she was in a shoe shop wearing them for the first time.
Jamie’s eyes were transfixed on the lovely Kate’s alluring feet. The black stilettos were everything he loved about a heel, the toe cleavage, the accentuating arches of flesh.
“Well, do you think your wife will like them?”
“Yes, very much.”
Kate sat down again and took them off.
“You mentioned you had only worn them with bare feet. Would you mind if I had a quick smell to see if they smelt at all?”
Kate was starting to think there was something wrong with this guy. Jamie picked up a shoe and put it to his nose, smelling Kate’s odour.
“I am sure you can spray and get rid of any smells if needed,“ Kate said, watching Jaimie have a good sniff.
“Yes, but it doesn’t matter. They smell great. I will take them,” Jamie said looking pleased.
“These aren’t for your wife, are they?” Kate asked sharply.
“Yes, they are. It’s her birthday.”
“Really, what day?”
“Next Tuesday.”
“What date?”
“Well, erm.”
Kate looked sternly at Jamie as he tried to remember his ‘made-up’ wife’s birthday.
“OK, they aren’t for my wife. I am not married. I just have a thing for feet and high heels.”
“Right. I think you should just leave, you weirdo. Get out,” Kate said, as she pushed Jamie towards the door.
“I am sorry. I would still like to buy them though,” Jamie said, as he was just about to be thrown out.
“Why? Are you going to wear them?”
“No, I am a bit embarrassed, and I don’t want to waste your time.”
Kate was nervous and wondered what Jamie was going to do with them. She decided if he was still paying, she wouldn’t ask.
“OK, well I need the cash, so I won’t argue with you,” Kate said as she walked back over to the shoes.
“You do have great feet,” Jamie said as he handed over the £45.
“Thank you. Now, please leave,” Kate said, handing him the shoes.
“I am just going to put this out there. I will give you double the cash if you let me kiss your feet.”
“What? You want to kiss my feet?”
“Yes, they are so sexy.”
“You really do have a fetish, don’t you? I am not going to let you do that. Now, get out!”
Kate pushed Jamie towards the door again.
“An extra £60. Look I have the cash,” he added, taking some twenties out of his pocket.
Kate stops to think, she does need the cash. What harm can it do?
“What do you want to do, just kiss them?”
“Well, maybe stroke and suck them a little too.”
“OK, another £70 buys you thirty minutes with my feet.”
“Deal.”
Jamie smiled as he went back into the living room. Kate offered him a drink; Jamie just wanted some water. Kate went to the kitchen and then came back with the water and sat next to him.
Kate bit her lip nervously. She put her feet on the sofa next to Jamie. He started to lightly stroke them. He pulled one foot up to his face and started to sniff her soles. Then he lightly planted little kisses on the end of her toes. His kisses moved to her ankles, and he then started licking her feet.