As soon as Stephen Alexander was introduced to Jodie Adams in Belgium, he was immediately attracted to her and thought about what it would be like to fuck her.
She looked as gorgeous as ever in a turquoise sequin dress, with perfect legs, a tight bum, and perky tits. Stephen could barely contain himself. She was so damn hot; it was like looking into a shimmering jet engine.
He was certain sex with her would be fucking amazing. Jodie was also attracted to him. So, it wasn’t long before they hooked up in the cloakroom at the drinks reception in Bruges.
After that fateful night, their lives took them in different directions. Jodie Adams was a famous model and had to travel to Miami the next day. While Stephen had to go to New York.
Stephen Alexander owned ‘The Shoe Emporium’, a small chain of exclusive designer ladies’ shoe boutiques in Paris, Los Angeles, New York, and London. He only sold his own ladies’ high-end extravagant footwear designs. He got a lot of customs from rich and famous ladies looking for something exceptional for that special occasion.
As well as a designer of quality footwear Stephen also had a reputation as ladies’ man. It was widely known he had slept with many of his female clients, which had earnt him the nickname of Mr Sex, which over time had got shortened to Mr X. He played up to it and used a gold ‘X’ as his brand which could be found stencilled in the insole of every shoe he designed.
Mr X was a tall and well-built man. He was always well turned out and could normally be found in trousers, with designer shirts, trendy jackets and of course, a good pair of shoes. His wavy hair was turning grey, and he sported a trimmed goatee.
Jodie was a regular customer, she loved Mr X’s shoes and often visited his boutiques, although she had never run into Stephen, part of her secretly hoped one day she would.
Jodie breezed into the London Shoe Emporium, wearing a navy dress, her blonde hair bouncing on her shoulders. She had just got a bright pink pedicure, her toes shone in her grey suede high heel sandals.
She had ordered a pair of electric blue stilettos and was calling by to collect.
“Good morning, Miss Adams,” Kiera, the manageress stood welcoming her.
“Hi, Kiera. I’ve come to pick up those heels.”
“Of course, I have them here,” Kiera said handing her a shoebox.
“Hello Jodie,” a voice called out from the other end of the store.
Jodie turned to see Stephen standing there. She smiled and walked over to him. He welcomed her with a kiss on the cheek. She smelt so good. Her eyes were blue as a swimming pool, her cheekbones, perfect and her smile, wicked.
They sat down on a pair of crushed grey suede chairs in the centre of the store and started to chat. Kiera left them to it and went for lunch.
Stephen studied Jodie’s newly painted toes while she studied the heels on display around them. He thought Jodie had amazing feet, just like the rest of her, they were perfect.
“What do you think of my pedicure, Stephen?”
“Your toes look ravishing, Jodie. I have the perfect pair of heels for you. My latest design. Size six, right?”
Stephen got up and came back with a beautiful pair of transparent and metallic pumps, clear PVC trimmed with silver mirrored-leather and sharp pointed ends.
“Would you like to try them on?”
Jodie nodded. Stephen watched in wonder as she slid her feet out of her sandals and displayed them out on his white faux fur rug.
As Stephen bent down to help her put on the new heels. It occurred to Jodie she should have probably worn underwear today. She tried to keep her knees together and not flash.
“I should warn you; I am not wearing any knickers.”
“It’s ok, I am used to it. Kiera never wears underwear either,” Stephen quipped.
“I suppose it is nothing you haven’t seen before,” she said reminiscing back to their meeting in Belgium.
Jodie got up and walked around, stopping at the floor mirror to admire her feet in the exquisite high heels.
She then sat down to take them off as Stephen knelt at her feet. He pulled the shoe away from her foot and slide his hand over her heel in the process. She wiggled her toes as Stephen glided her other shoe off. He loved his job.
Stephen didn’t wait for an invitation as he ran his hands over her instep and soles. They were so soft. Jodie bought her feet up to Stephen’s face. He pressed her soles against his nose. They smelt so damn good. He slowly kissed the ends of her toes, moving his lips along her foot.
Stephen’s tongue was soon sliding between Jodie’s toes. His hands running up the calves of her legs. Jodie closed her eyes and opened her legs as she felt the warmth of his mouth move up her legs and nestled between her thighs. He lightly planted kisses on her shaved pussy.
“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” he asked.
“Ah, yes,” Jodie said as she moaned.
Stephen nuzzled into her clit. Her pussy tasted sweet.
“Seven-thirty, ok?” he said while giving her pussy her tongue bath.
“Fuck, yes,” Jodie said whimpering.
Stephen lightly started rubbing her clit.
“I can pick you up,” he suggested.
“Ahhhh!” Jodie was catching her breath as she came.
“Was that a yes?” Stephen asked smiling.
“It’s a no!” Jodie said.
“No to dinner?” Stephen asked.
“No, yes to dinner. No to a lift, I’ll meet you there,” Jodie confirmed.
They met in a swanky London restaurant. Jodie sported the pair of transparent and metallic pumps she got from Stephen earlier. Her toes looked very sexy squeezed into them with a sliver toe ring for added appeal. Her legs were bare, and she sported a silver mini dress. Her blonde hair pushed up.
Stephen was in jeans, a light pink blazer, and black shirt.
Jodie sat crossed-legged as they chatted over their food. Stephen had ordered the chicken, while Jodie had a salad.
“You have great legs,” Stephen said resting his hand on her exposed knees.
“Thank you, I like to keep them bare, like my cunt.”
Stephen slowly moved his hand between her legs. Jodie, of course, wasn’t wearing any underwear. Stephen pushed two insides inside her vagina. He withdrew and licked her juice from them.
“Dessert?” she said.
“I’ll get the bill.”
Jodie’s place was closest, and her car was outside.
Ulysses, Jodie’s driver was waiting in her maroon Bentley Bentayga. Jodie and Stephen get in the back and settle on the black leather seats.
“So, do you like the taste of my pussy?” Jodie said as she opened her legs, exposing her shaved slit.
“It is better than the chicken,” Stephen said.
“I love it when someone enjoys me,” she said seductively.
“Is that why do don’t wear tights or panties?”
“I like to cum regularly. Underwear just slows me down,”
Jodie and Stephen then started kissing. Their tongues playing tennis as they explored each other’s mouths. Stephen lightly kissed her top lip. His hands run up her legs as he pushed up her short dress and squeezed her bare buttock. Then he moved round and stroked her pussy. Jodie was inching to get her hands on his cock. She undid his jeans as he took off his jacket. His mushroom-shaped dome pushed through. Stephen was hard and ready.
Stephen got on top between her legs and pushed his cock in. Jodie’s pussy was stretched taking his girth as he buried it deep in her cavity. He kissed her neck as his free hand slid along her body and unzipped her little dress. He pulled it away from her breasts. Jodie took off his shirt. He gripped on to her tit and his other hand held her ass. He pounded and thrust deep. She strained and orgasmed as his dick kept smashing against her clit.
Stephen lifted the dress over Jodie’s head, she was left naked in only her heels. He pushed back inside her wet cunt and kept drilling until she came once more.
Ulysses took the occasional glance in his mirror and watched the steamy sex show. He had seen Jodie get up to some stuff in the back of her cars but never quite as full-on as this.
Stephen pulled his wet cock out of Jodie’s soggy pussy. A string of fluid still connected them like a swing bridge. He sat back down and gained his breath. Jodie crossed her legs and kissed his lips. Stephen pulled up his jeans and handed Jodie her dress. She tossed it in the back, happy to stay naked.
The Bentley pulled into the drive outside Jodie’s house. Ulysses opened the front door. Jodie got out of the car and walked naked into her home.
Jodie looked sensational naked; her body had curves in all the right places. Stephen’s eyes moved from her perfect round along her smooth back as he followed her inside. She turned and he admired her incredible tits and her pussy. What a pussy it was.
Jodie’s house was modern and only a few years old. Almost all the walls were white with the odd brightly coloured feature wall. It was very minimal with little clutter.
She poured out two glasses of wine.
“I am not sure about the point of getting dressed. I have something to show you that will make you want to fuck me even harder,” she exclaimed.
An intrigued Stephen took the wine.
“Come with me,” Jodie said as she guided Stephen upstairs.
She opened the first door they come to.
“This is my shoe room,” she said guiding Stephen in.
Stephen looked in amazement. The room had glass cabinets floor to ceiling. All were split into individual shoebox-size compartments. Each contained a pair of heels. It was a collection of hundreds of high heel stilettos, pumps, and sandals.
“Wow, you could open your own shoe shop.”
“I do have pairs I haven’t worn yet.”
Jodie sat down on a pale pink sofa in the centre of the room.
“Why don’t you pick a pair for me to put on?”
Stephen studied the collection carefully and picked up a pair of two-tone, red and black ankle-strap stilettos with a gold ‘X’ inside. He handed them to Jodie.
“Picked a pair of your own, have you Mr X?”
Jodie stretched her feet out as Stephen bent down. She rested her feet on his lap. He stroked her legs as he slowly pulled off her transparent heels. Stephen admired her bare feet. He slipped her feet into the stilettos and did up the straps. Jodie got up and danced round the room. The red toe-box encasing her toes. Stephen admired the toe cleavage and arches in the extremely sexy footwear.
Jodie sat back down. Stephen ran his hand along her ankles. Then he lightly kissed the exposed flesh of her foot. His hand glided over her skin. Stephen ran his tongue between the arch of her foot and her insole. He then undid the ankle-strap and took off the first shoe. Jodie’s big toe disappeared into his mouth. She felt his tongue wrap around her digits as he put the end of her foot completely in his mouth. He felt her toes tickling his tonsils. He withdrew, her toes glistening with his saliva.
Jodie undid and kicked off the second heel. Stephen lifted her other foot up and kissed the back of heel, sliding his tongue round, over the top of her instep. Jodie felt Stephen move her toe ring round with his tongue. She was so turned on and started rubbing her groin with the spikey heel of the stiletto. As Stephen continued to kiss, lick and suck Jodie became more aroused.
Stephen’s kisses moved up her legs and he felt the wetness between her legs. He soaked her pussy even more with his tongue. He then moved inside her opening and tasted the warmth between her puffed lips.
Jodie’s bare feet danced up Stephen’s chest. Her feet slid down to his dick. Stephen got up in a better position with his cock dangled hard between his legs.
He felt Jodie run her feet over it, around his firm member. Her toes rubbed his scrotum. Stephen felt his cock get harder. Her feet were wrapped around it, sliding up and down his solid, wet cock. As her toes rubbed his tip, Stephen knew he couldn’t go much longer without cumming.
As Jodie’s feet continued to slide up and down, semen shot from his throbbing penis and landed over her foot. Jodie started pumping harder, determined to drain his balls. Another spurt erupted out. Stephen was sweating harder than ever. His cum flowed over Jodie’s feet like lava from a volcano.
Stephen lay down on the floor completely spent and unable to move.
Jodie admired her feet, wet with Stephen’s saliva, sweat, and cum. She sat on the floor; she then bent her leg in and rubbed her pussy with the ball of her dirty foot.
Stephen watched saying nothing as her pussy became wetter with his fluids. Jodie rubbed her foot round in a circular motion over her vagina making herself cum again.
Jodie got up from the floor and sat on the sofa. Stephen joined her. She threw her legs over his. The pair kissed as Stephen stroked Jodie’s legs.
“What are you doing tomorrow?” Stephen asked.
“I have lunch with my assistant, Laura. You?”
“I am going to Spain for ten days.”
“Nice.”
“Come with me!” Stephen said.
Jodie smiled. The next day she cancelled lunch, quickly packed and met Stephen at Heathrow.
The time in Spain flew by. Having spent their time relaxing by day and out by night. Jodie had looked gorgeous as she sported a Stephen Alexander heel every time. Complimented by her bare legs, designer dresses and lack of underwear. They had regularly fucked, and Stephen had worshipped that astounding cunt. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he put his hand between her legs and played with her. He loved the taste of her pussy and smelling her cum on his fingers.
Tonight, was their last night and had been no exception, Jodie looked stunning in a pink and black mini dress with a pair of dainty pink mules. This week had allowed Jodie to top up her tan and her bronze skin glowed.
Back at their villa, they had one last nightcap on their balcony.
Stephen got down on his knee. Jodie opened her legs, automatically thinking he wanted her pussy. Although he did want to taste that amazing snatch, he wanted more.
Stephen pulled out a box and opened it. Jodie’s breath was taken away by the diamond ring inside.
“Will you marry me?” Stephen asked.
Jodie couldn’t catch her breath; she was blown away. It was the last thing she was expecting.
“Wow, yes, yes, yes. Of course, I will marry you.”
A delighted Stephen got up and they kissed. He put the ring on her finger. It sparkled in the night.
“I do have something else,” he said getting another box out of his pocket.
Stephen opened it and there is another white gold ring encrusted with small diamonds. It was a toe ring. Jodie slid her left foot out of her mule and lifted her leg, Stephen put the second ring on her toe.
The sex was going to awesome tonight.
