I wandered through the mall, lazily exploring the shoe section.
Stilettos, sandals, heels...
I moved slowly, knowing damn well that someone was watching me.
When I sat down to try on a pair, he approached.
Young, confident, dressed sharp — with a hungry look in his eyes.
He smiled and said,
— You have the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen… Mind if I help you try them on?
I let him.
He took my foot in his hands, fingers brushing lightly over my ankle, up my calves, teasing higher.
I wore a short skirt — and he wasn t shy about where his hands wandered.
I slipped into the heels — they hugged my feet like a second skin.
I caught his gaze — full of need — and smiled.
He insisted on buying the shoes for me.
— A little gift for a goddess, — he whispered, sliding his fingers along my thigh as he said it.
Later, we sat at a seaside restaurant, the breeze playing with my hair, the sunset painting my skin golden.
Later, he invited me to contin
