We had a new girl start work in the office on Monday, and boy does she wear some beautiful shoes. What is more, she can’t seem to keep her feet in them! I first saw her walking from the car park. I immediately saw that she was wearing black patent shoes with a low cut front and neat, slim three inch heels. I was mesmerised and almost walked into a colleague, I just couldn’t keep my eyes of those heels. She is an athletic looking girl and was certainly walking quickly. She seemed to know her way around as she made straight for the stairs and started to run up them. I hurried to be close behind her. I was about ten feet behind her on the stairs when suddenly off flew her shoe which nearly knocked off my spectacles. I caught the shoe and could not resist fondling it as I walked up the stairs to her. We introduced ourselves as I passed the shoe to her. Still standing a couple of steps below her I had a marvellous view as she slipped the shoe back on. We continued up to the offices, talking to each other. I discovered that her name was Anne. I saw her into her office and offered to introduce her round at coffee. As coffee time approached, I made my way to Anne’s office. Popping my head round the door, I saw that she was on the phone. She beckoned me in and I sat opposite her. Glancing down at her legs under her desk I saw that her legs were crossed and that one shoe was dangling from the tip of her toes. I sat mesmerised as she swung the shoe back and forward and round and round. Her phone call was getting agitated and she swung her shoe harder and harder, then too hard and off fell the shoe again. Just then she finished her call. ‘Let’s go for coffee’ she said feeling around with her foot for her missing shoe. She looked under the desk and seeing that the shoe had fallen so far from her that she could not reach it she asked me to pass it across to her. Again I picked up this beautiful shoe and handed it to her. ‘This is becoming a habit’ I said as we made our way out. I must say at this stage that in addition to wearing the most wonderful shoes, Anne was very good looking as well. I was keen to make a date with her before the rest of the office discovered her. So I asked her if she would have lunch with me. It would only be sandwich and coffee in the park, but she said yes. We agreed to meet outside the building. I could hardly work when I got back in my office, I just could not get the sight and feel of those lovely shoes out of my mind. At last lunch time came and I was already waiting when she came out of the building. We walked across to the park and bought our lunch at a vendor. We ate quickly then I suggested that we walk across to watch the birds on the lake. Well the grass was a little bit tacky, it had rained overnight. Soon Anne appeared to be having trouble walking. She had slowed right down. ‘You won’t believe this’ she said ‘but unless I am lucky, I am going to lose a shoe again. They are getting stuck in the grass.’ Being a gentleman, I offered her my arm and we made our way slowly and cautiously off the grass and sat on a bench. She looked at her shoes which were now showing signs of the grass and mud we had been walking on. With growing excitement I asked Anne if she would like me to try to clean the dirt from her shoes. She agreed! I found some clean newspaper and asked for her shoes. She slipped her feet out of them and handed them to me. I was almost shaking with excitement to have these shoes in my hands again. I got off the worst of the dirt and offered her back her shoes. She slipped them back on and we made our way back to the office. Anne made sure that we stayed off the grass! .