The First Time

[Dr. Shoe]

Tom sat in his car. In front of him was a featureless concrete wall surrounding the multi-storey car park. For a few seconds he pinched the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed, thinking about what he was about to do. Why was he there? Had he come to this town just to do it or was he doing it because he had come to this town? There is no way that he'd ever contemplate doing it closer to home but if today went well then who knows?

 

Eventually he plucked up the courage to leave the comfort and sanctuary of his car.

 

He thought about the underwear. Yes, the underwear was all part of it. The black thong and the matching hold-ups were the sexiest thing. Carla didn't wear them as much as she used to but at least she did from time to time, on special occasions. Yes, this was indeed a special occasion, it was in some ways a shame that she wasn't there to share it- or perhaps that was a blessing. He smiled when he thought about the sight of the underwear in the mirror and the memory stirred something in his loins.

 

As he approached the lifts he realised to his horror that a woman was heading for them too. What if she said something, what if she noticed?

 

"Pull yourself together man, you will be among hundreds of people soon!" he said to himself.

 

He listened to the click of the stiletto heels, the noise he found to be particularly sexy.

 

As they went down in the lift, he thought again about the underwear and allowed himself to speculate what she might have been wearing. Would she be wearing a thong? Are those hold-ups under that pencil skirt? He allowed himself a crafty glimpse of her feet, at the patent high heeled pumps.

 

The lift slowed and it seemed to take an age before the disembodied voice announced that the doors were opening.

 

The woman walked out and set off towards an area that appeared to be the main shopping mall. Like some kind of puppy he followed her. She led him past a group of teenage girls, this horrified him but they either failed to notice or they weren't concerned. Maybe they've seen it all before?

 

Pretty soon they were out on the High Street. So far his trip had been so uneventful that he relaxed and started to think about the underwear again. It was about three hours since he looked over his shoulder at the thong and hold-ups, looking at himself in a thong had been a turn on and some sort of memory of that view was putting a spring in his step. He had tried the boots too, the ones he was wearing now, the ones with the stilettos. He listened to his heels making the clicking sound as he walked and as he glimpsed himself in a shop window he started to regret not wearing them outside his jeans.