I was at a party on May Second, celebrating National Two Different Colored Shoe Day. No, you can look it up. It’s a real thing. Well, it is if you know where to look. Andrew and Melissa like themed parties and they found out about National Two Different Colored Shoe Day, so they could hardly wait until May the Second. There were about fifty people there wearing two different colored shoes. You weren’t allowed in with matching shoes. The men might have tennis with Oxford shoes, or brown and black shoes. I had one foot encased in one of those awful, rental, two-toned, bowling shoes, the other was from a pair my brother got me, a Rainbow Wing Tip Dress Shoe. I kid you not. Again, a real thing, and I have no idea where Frank found them. No, I hadn’t worn them since my birthday that year.
The women were wearing pink and lavender dancing slippers or red and black heels or yellow and white running shoes. I had been hoping for a contest for the weirdest pair of shoes. Unfortunately, the theme used up all their playfulness. Still, I did get lots of comments, especially from the women.
There was a buffet, bar, and dancing, and I indulged myself in all three. Erin, Erin Pickford, was there, and we had met a few times at Andrew’s parties. Most of the people were couples with just a few singles, and Erin was the only one there that interested me. We danced a few times and had a couple of drinks together, then retreated to the terrace where there were lots of chairs. We sat on an outdoor sofa off at one end of the terrace and talked.
Erin started “ I think this is the most…um, unusual idea for a party.”
“I know, it’s the weirdest theme. I asked Andrew where they got the idea. There’s a site on the internet that lists national days. You know National Pickle Day, Lost Sock Day, or Balloon Day. Some of them are just off the wall. Think about today. They saw it and ran with it.”
“So where in the world did you get those shoes, Andrew?”
“The bowling shoe? I have a friend that runs a bowling alley and I know that sometimes shoes get lost or ruined; he keeps the leftover ones, just in case. He had one in my size. Voila.
“Ok, I can accept that. What about the other monstrosity?”
“Ah, you’re wondering about,” and I grinned, “my Rainbow Wing Tip Dress Shoe? Do you have a brother? One with more money than sense?”
“A brother? He didn’t, did he? You’re kidding, right?”
“Frank and I, we…like to, um, prank each other. I got these two years ago from Frank. I haven’t worn them, surprise, since my birthday. Though I did wear them then.”
“Your kidding, you wore them? What with?”
“The family was going to a fancy restaurant but Frank gave them to me before we left and insisted that I wear them. To Monico’s, wearing a grey suit and tie. Frank thought it was fabulous.”
“ Poor Ed, I’m feeling sorry for you…almost.” Grinning and laughing, “What did the rest of the family think.”
“Alicia was commiserating with me about her husband. My dad thought it was funny as hell. My mom? She kept a straight face. Secretly I think she thought I deserved it. Beth was laughing at me the entire time. So, a mixed bag, but mostly they thought I deserved it. No questions about why. Please. Ok?
Erin was one of the ones wearing pink and lavender dancing slippers, so, a cute conversation on her sartorial selection wasn’t in the cards. Instead, I put my arm around her and kissed her. Hmm, that was nice. So I pulled her closer and kissed her neck then her ear lobe. I was looking for resistance, acceptance, or interest.
Interest, nice. I kissed her again with more fervor. One hand touching her face, the other caressing her arm. I pulled her closer until her breasts were against my chest. Umm, nice. I love feeling breasts? Tits? Against me. I kissed her a couple more times.
“That’s nice. I like kissing you.” Then waited for her response.
“Me too. Um,…yes, I like kissing you…too.” Then her hand rubbed my hand and subtly, slightly, edged it toward her breasts. I moved in that direction and lightly touched the peaks. Kissed harder and…
“Um, I can’t do justice to…ah, what you deserve, here. Um, would you…be interested in…Now? Later? What…do you think? My place?
“Ah, Ed, maybe, later, maybe. I think, maybe like that, later. Let’s see. Ok?” Then she kissed me, pulling my head down and sucking on my lower lip.
OK. Later, maybe. So, I kissed her back. I touched her breasts, her nipples and tweaked them through her clothes. Then I got up and said, “We can’t stay out here. If I do…you’re going…to end…up. Hell. We need to go inside, now. Before…before it’s not just my shoes that people remember.”
We went inside, visited the buffet and the bar, listened to the music, and danced a few times. Jason and his wife, Melissa, came and talked to us, admiring my sartorial footwear. This gave me a chance to cool off.
As the party gradually thinned, I was wondering how to revisit my question, your place or mine. What I ended up doing is very subtly saying, “Your place or mine.” Or, maybe not so subtle? Anyway, I got it out. “I’m just continuing our conversation from outside. I do want to be alone with you. Are you ready to leave?”
“Um, I don’t…um,…Ed…I didn’t drive, I took a Lyft. Did you drive? Sometimes I don’t want to drive home from parties…so I don’t.”
“Yes I drove, I can drive us home? Wherever…you want? Home or?”
I stood and helped Erin to her feet. “Shall we go?”
We thanked Andrew and Melissa and went to my car. I opened the door and helped Erin in, I got in and drove off around the block, where I pulled over. I took my hand and then let it move up her arm to her shoulder where I waited for a beat, looking for tacit approval. When she seemed paralyzed, I asked, “Where to? Your home? What’s the address?”
Erin hesitated. “Ah,…how close is your place? Mine is about twenty minutes away.”
Yes, that wasn’t very ambiguous. “You’re closer. Shall we go there? What’s the address or just guide me?’
I took her answer as approval and finished moving my hand to her shoulder then her breasts lightly touching her peaks and then just a bit more forcibly.
“I enjoyed doing that but…your house…more fun. I think?”
I started driving. Twenty minutes later I was in her driveway, helping her out of the car and walking to her front door. I was thinking, don’t presume, she can still say no. No means no. Remember.
When she unlocked the door, she gestured me through into a lighted entry and closed the door. I pulled her to me and kissed her. That sounds so innocent, innocuous. That’s not what it was. One hand was at the back of her head the other on her tits. I was exploring her face, mouth, and tits. There was nothing innocent or innocuous about what we were doing.
I pulled away panting, “I want to see you naked, now…and then…”
“Yes, Ed. Now.” She was taking my tie off and unbuttoning my shirt while I was unzipping her dress and removing her bra. We continued until we both were in the entry naked. Kissing, ha. Kissing? A lot more than kissing.
I was barely able to say, “Bed?”
When she was able to get us to her bed, I lay next to her, kissing her mouth and then moving down to her tits, sucking licking. Then I moved to her pussy and clit. When a woman is responsive, there is nothing I enjoy more. Her hand in my hair, her involuntary movements, the noises she makes, and her taste.
She came and then pulled me over her until I was about to enter her. As I did, she sighed, and I said, “Now.”
And I was fucking her. I couldn’t stop or even slow down and I have no idea how long it was until it hit. I was pushing in as hard as I could, grimacing in the wonderful pain, and releasing my cum. That felt terrific. Fortunately, she had come, too. Still and all, if one is good, three is better.
“If you’ll let me rest before demanding I leave, I would love to have an opportunity, ah, chance to do that again, only better.”
Erin nodded and curled up next to me, “Yes, that sounds like fun. Let’s.”
I cuddled behind her, cupping her tits. That’s my favorite way to go to sleep. It turns out that’s true for Erin too.
It’s been twenty years and it’s still true.
