Maggie's Date by a person that goes by "Who Cares"

Maggie Rice was dressed in a little black dress, black reinforced toe stockings, and her four inch black leather stiletto heels. Cameron was a tall man of who stood 6’3” and Maggie’s heels raised her stature from 5’7” to 5’11”; the perfect height to be cuddled under his arm. They had been standing at the bar for forty-five minutes waiting to be seated. Cameron had his arm around Maggie’s waist and Maggie leaned heavily into him and lifted her right foot off the floor.

Her right foot was in agony but she kept on smiling as she finished her second glass of house wine. She had found the shoes a day ago and bought them because they matched her dress and they gave a four inch lift. The problem was that the shoes were a size 7, perfect for her left foot but her right was a full size larger. Cameron said he would check on the table and he walked towards the hostess. As Maggie watched Cameron walk towards the hostess she noticed that the hostess had taken off one shoe and had most of her weight on her right stocking foot. As Cameron reached the hostess she moved her left foot back and slid the foot half out of its shoe. Envious of the comfort she imagine the hostess to be experiencing she leaned against the wall, picked up her right foot and pulled off her shoe.

She wriggled her toes and enjoyed the cool air hitting her moist foot. Continuing to hold the shoe in her left hand she ran her stocking foot up and down her left shin finally rubbing her nylon covered toes over the polished leather toe of her left foot. Curling her toes she pushed them into the floor making an embarrassing loud crack. Seeing Cameron turning back to return, Maggie quickly raised her right foot and slipped on the shoe. Her index finger was hooked inside the heel of the shoe trying to pull it on as Cameron got closer. Even though her shoe was not completely on her foot, she lowered it to the floor as Cameron returned. Jamming the stiletto heel into the floor, wiggling her foot and applying most of her weight she forced her foot back into the shoe. They would be the next table.

Fifteen minutes later they heard their name called. Maggie quickly downed the rest of her third glass of wine and the headed towards the hostess. As they approached Maggie saw the hostess adroitly spin a high heel around with her toes. She stepped into her shoe and then slipped her foot out again, looked down at her empty shoe and then plunged her foot solidly into it. Maggie wondered if the hostess’s feet were aching as much as her own. The hostess led Maggie and Cameron to a semi secluded intimate table in the cove of a bay window overlooking a romantically lit private pond. The hostess let the heel of her foot pop out of her shoe as she lit candle on the table.

Situating herself at the table, Maggie crossed her right leg over her left knee and immediate reached down and pushed the heel of her right shoe off of her foot. The hostess opened the menu and displayed it to Maggie while Cameron began to look at the wine list. As Maggie perused the menu, she gently swung her leg and wagged her foot and her stiletto was soon dangling from her toes. After a little while she pointed her toes and shook her foot slightly to let the shoe slide more securely on her foot. The bottle of wine that Cameron ordered arrived and the cork sniffing ritual began.

Halfway through her fourth glass of wine, the appetizer arrived and Maggie grew tired of dangling her shoe and she let it drop. Uncrossing her legs she pulled herself closer to the table to begin to eat. She sat with her ankles crossed under the chair her stocking toes nestled in the thick carpet. When the busboy removed their appetizer plates, Maggie gulped down the rest of her glass and found her body very warm, especially her left foot. As Cameron began refilling her glass, she crossed her left leg over her right knee and worked her left heel out of the shoe. Within a few moments the left stiletto was hanging from the tips of her reinforced stocking toes. Another sip of wine and the shoe fell to the carpet on its side. She thought the floor length white table cloths hid her indiscretion but the front half of her empty shoe protruded out from under the table cloth.

Cameron had long legs, and getting comfortable at the small intimate table was a challenge. He kept stretching and repositioning his legs under the table inadvertently pushing Maggie’s right shoe out from under the table cloth. The high heel was now lying upside down between the table cloth and the wall beneath the window. A few moments later he pushed Maggie’s left shoe completely out from under the table unbeknownst to the both of them. It was only a matter of time before his leg brushed against Maggie’s foot.

While Maggie was taking a long sip of wine it happened. Cameron’s left knee bumped Maggie’s left foot. With her fifth glass of wine empty Maggie began rubbing her foot against Cameron’s leg. Cameron was enjoying the attention and urged Maggie to continue. Maggie uncrossed her legs and grabbed Cameron’s right leg with her two feet and pulled it towards her. She could feel the fancy stitching of his cowboy boot through her stockings. Cameron gave no resistance and extended his leg. Soon he felt Maggie’s supple warm arch on his inner thigh. He emptied the bottle of wine in his glass and took a big gulp as Maggie stroked his thigh with her right foot and rubbed his boot with her left. Reaching down he felt how soft and smooth her stocking was as he ran his hand over her delicate toes and down the curve of her arch. That tickled Maggie and with a tiny shriek she withdrew her foot. Cameron apologized and begged for her foot to return. Feeling Maggie’s instep rise above the top of his boot he reached down and undid his belt. He unclasped and unzipped his pants. Maggie’s foot, which was traveling up his thigh, was going to get a surprise. At that moment he saw the waiter coming with their dinner.

Quickly he pushed down Maggie’s foot and pulled back his leg telling Maggie the waiter was coming. Maggie took a brief moment to compose her self as Cameron pulled himself closer to the table to hide his undone state. Maggie was beginning to fish around for her shoes with her feet when the waiter stepped on her high heel. He slipped and a plate of linguine slipped off his tray towards Cameron. Cameron immediately stood up to avoid the disaster. His chair fell over and his pants fell to his ankles!

The hostess stood behind her stand balanced on one stocking as the top of her other foot rubbed up and down the back of her calf. She admired the stiletto heels Maggie was holding in her hands; she needed to get a pair like that. Cameron and Maggie had both drank too much so the restaurant called each of them a cab.

“Nice shoes” said the hostess.

“You can have them” replied Maggie as she handed them to the hostess.

The hostess was thrilled that they were her size. Maggie walked out into the drizzle in her stocking feet to get into the taxi.