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Red Shoe Diary
by Jim Dogget (jim_dogget@hotmail.com)
 
***

This story is for my wife Mary, who literally made a 
dream come true! (MF, wife, rom, true)

***

DAY 1

I know I dream, but I can almost never remember what 
the dream is about. The few times that I have recalled 
a dream it has been because something has suddenly 
pulled me from a deep sleep. It might be an unusual 
noise, or it might be a cramp in my leg, but usually it 
is because some underlying worry has intruded into my 
subconscious. 

I think that is what happened last night. Worries at 
work have been keeping me from sleeping well and I have 
been waking up in the night with some anxiety or other 
suddenly coming to the surface. I don't know exactly 
what it was that woke me at three o'clock this morning, 
but I know exactly what was in the dream that was 
interrupted by my sudden awakening.

The vivid residual image from my dream was of a naked 
woman bending over our dining room table, wearing 
nothing but a blindfold and a pair of red high-heeled 
shoes. She was bent over the table with her breasts 
flattened against the table top, her head turned 
sideways, and her cheek pressed against the polished 
surface. 

I don't know who she was, but she was about our age, in 
her fifties, and about the same build as Mary. I woke 
up with a hard-on that you would have to feel to 
believe. I pressed my painfully stiff erection against 
Mary's back, wrapped my arms around her and eventually 
went back to sleep.

This morning I brought Mary a cup of tea at 6.30 and 
told her about the dream.

"And then I woke up and I was as hard as a rock!"

She said, "Why didn't you wake me?"

"You were sleeping."

"Next time wake me up."

While we were getting dressed Mary started hunting in 
the closet.

"I know my red shoes are in here somewhere. I bought 
them for your mother, for a wedding or something."

But she couldn't find them.

"I've got to go to work. Why don't you see if you can 
find them."

I am working at home today. When I took a coffee break 
later in the morning I looked through the closet and 
found, not one, but two pairs of red high heeled shoes.

I took the brightest, reddest pair downstairs and 
placed them on the floor at the end of the dining room 
table, facing the table about 2 feet apart, and went 
back to work.

Mary came home at seven and saw the shoes and laughed.

"We'll have to clear off the table," she said.

The table was covered with her papers, but I didn't see 
why we had to clear them off. After all, the papers 
would slide about under her and prevent her from 
getting friction burns on her tits. But she likes 
things tidy. Women!

We had supper and got talking about work stuff, and all 
of a sudden two whole hours had passed. Mary had to 
make some phone calls, and I started to worry about all 
the things I have to do tomorrow. At eleven o'clock 
Mary said something about the red shoes, but I was so 
freaked about tomorrow and the fact that I have to get 
up early that I said grumpily.

"I've got to go to sleep."

DAY 2

Tonight the shoes are still in exactly the same 
position, but sometime after I left for work the table 
top got cleared off! Now I'm home, but Mary's gone to a 
dinner and won't be back until nine or ten. The red 
shoes are still there. Perhaps I should polish them.

DAY 3

Well, the shoes are still there. Mary came home from 
her dinner and we talked for a while.

She said, "I want to go to bed, but we can take the 
shoes up with us if you like."

"No," I said "The shoes stay where they are."

DAY 4

This morning I put my best pair of shoes side by side 
between her red shoes and about six inches further 
back.

I'm so horny, I could fuck a duck!

DAY 5

Last night Mary came home from work and wandered into 
the dining room. She came out laughing and threw her 
arms around my neck

"I just found your shoes. That's really funny."

So we had a cup of tea.

And then we had a drink.

And then we opened a bottle of wine. And then we had 
cold ham and cauliflower and cheese.

And then Mary said, "I'm not going to do it if the dog 
is watching."

The dog is very old and quite deaf and gets very 
worried if we're out of sight. So Mary went off and 
yelled at the dog.

"Go and lie down. Hey, you! Look at me! Over there! Go 
and lie down!"

"No, No! Over there! Lie down!"

I got some lube from the bedroom and busied myself 
drawing the curtains. I lit a couple of candles for 
atmosphere, though I don't know why I was worried about 
the ambience. Mary was going to be blindfolded anyway.

She pushed through the door into the dining room.

"Ooh! Candles. That's nice," and started to strip. Just 
like that. Just pulled her shirt over her head, shucked 
her pants and knickers in one motion and reached round 
and took off her bra.

I tried to catch up, but kept losing my balance hopping 
round on one leg, trying to get my shoes off with my 
pants already round my ankles. I know it was bad 
organization, but I wasn't thinking straight. By the 
time I was done Mary was at the end of the table, 
leaning over it, braced on her arms.

"The shoes," I said. "We've got to do it right."

"They pinch my feet."

Shit!

But she was laughing and slipping her feet into them.

God! Was this ever good!

She braced herself again.

"No, you've got to be blindfolded. In the dream you 
were blindfolded."

"Really?"

"I'll get something."

I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a tea towel, and 
yelled at the dog again. 

 After the tea towel went round her head there wasn't 
enough to tie it.

"You know, you've got a really big head."

"Do it diagonally."

I folded it diagonally, but it was rectangular so it 
folded with two triangular flaps hanging down. Too bad!

I stood behind her with my outrageous hard on pressing 
into her buttocks and tied the tea towel over her eyes.

She braced herself for the third time.

"No, not like that. Not reared up. You've got to lie 
flat on the table, with your cheek on the table. It's 
in the dream."

She laughed and spread her legs wider. He hips folded 
at the edge of the table and she lay her torso down on 
it, her head turned sideways and her breasts squashed 
against the polished wood of the table.

There was a big smile on her face. There was an even 
bigger one on mine. I stepped back and looked. It was 
all there. The red shoes, the spread legs, the breasts 
flattened against the table, the blindfold, the face 
turned to the side. It was my dream woman. Exactly my 
dream woman! I ran my hand down her back as I walked 
round her, from one side of the table to the other. She 
has a beautiful back, the groove of her spine running 
straight to the cleft in her buttocks, the nice waist, 
full breasts, a wonderful mature rounded bottom, strong 
thighs and good ankles.

I was transfixed. I walked back to the other side of 
the table.

"Do something," she said.

I ran my hand down her cheeks and between her thighs. 
She was warm and damp. I felt the hair of her bush, the 
swell of the lips, the crease between lips and leg and 
the soft dimpling of her thighs.

She murmured something and squirmed a little. I have no 
idea what she said. 

I parted her with my fingers and bent down and pressed 
my lips against her. She pushed back, and I licked her, 
savoring the slightly sweaty, slightly acidy taste. I 
knelt behind her then, and pressed my face into her 
softness, and found the sweet spot, guarded by soft 
puffy ridges of tender flesh. I pushed my tongue inside 
her and found the familiar thick sweet taste of her. 
She moaned and I grunted. Her thighs were beginning to 
quiver.

I picked up the lubricant and anointed my cock and 
pushed into her. She was hot and wet inside, and didn't 
need the lube. I think she must have been thinking 
about this for days, just as I had. She lay there in 
front of me as I moved slowly in her. Her head was on 
the table. I couldn't see her face, just the cloth 
wrapped round her head and the blonde hair sticking out 
of the top of it. Her cheek slid slowly backwards and 
forward on the polished surface as I pushed against her 
buttocks and slowly withdrew. 

The high heels made her just the right height for me. 
The angle was perfect for taking it long and slow. The 
smooth walls of her passage grasped me like a velvet 
glove, stroking the circumference of my cock. I watched 
it slide in and out, disappearing in the darkness 
between her cheeks.

Occasionally Mary said "Oohh, yes." Meanwhile, I was 
zoned into a world in which all sensation was focused 
inside Mary's body, time had slowed and nothing else 
mattered. It went on for a long time.

Until Mary reared up off the table and stripped off the 
blindfold. For the last time she braced herself above 
the table, her arms extended and her back arched. Her 
legs were really shaking now; what had been a quiver 
was now a constant tremor. She started slamming back 
into me, speeding up the collision of our bodies.

"It's better like this," she hissed.

I know when Mary arches her back so that my penis head 
rubs on her G-spot that she's very close to coming. At 
this point her body takes over the rhythm. It's not 
controllable. She can't slow down. The orgasm that's on 
its way is driving everything. From this point all is 
inevitable. She and I are simply its servants, our 
bodies instructed to do what ever it needs.

What followed was violent and fast, and must have been 
noisy, because the dog, despite his deafness, started 
barking in the other room. I don't remember everything, 
but I do remember the sound of my thighs slapping 
against the backs of her legs. I remember the intense 
build up of sensitivity in the end of my cock as it 
rocketed backwards and forwards over the ribbed 
smoothness of her G-spot. I knew I was lost, and then 
so was she. 

There was a roaring in my head and I felt the insistent 
tightening of her pussy as I exploded inside her. She 
was hot, liquid and contracting around me as we melded 
together.

And then my cock popped out. At that angle, and with a 
kink in it, if you're not fully embedded it flips out. 
I was still erupting as she reached between her legs 
and grabbed hold of me. I thought she was going to put 
me back in. That's what she would normally do if we 
accidentally disengaged. But this time she just milked 
me; slick, sensitive and slippery with juice and semen. 

I can't describe the sensation. One moment you're 
spurting in the warm depths of a slick canal and the 
next a skilled, cool and lubricated hand is pumping the 
last of your cum onto the carpet. At that moment I fell 
in love all over again.

And then neither of us could stop laughing. We laughed 
and held each other as the dog continued to bark.

Then Mary looked down and said, "You didn't wear your 
shoes. That's not fair."

"Then we'll have to do it again."

And we picked up the pile of clothes and went upstairs, 
leaving the two pairs of shoes at the end of the dining 
room table.

END

© Jim Dogget - June 2004
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Thanks for reading. Do let me know what you thought of 
it. 
jim_dogget@hotmail.com

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