My names is David a white thirty three year old who is enjoy being an exhibitionist, enjoys masturbating, edging, the scent and feel of cum, and I have to confess, the scent and feel of piss.
It's all his fault. Jonathan, just saying his name conjures up his image, tall solid built dancer slash swimmer's slash gymnasts gorgeous dark echolocate black body. Him of the flat tummy, the horse hung eight-inch cock and a pair of golf balls sized nuts. I can't get our play time together the other day out of my mind. The smell, the sights, everything about him gets me an hard on.
My own slender three inches gets blasted into its full six-inch erection. I'm a mere five feet three inches tall and weigh in at one hundred and twenty some pounds. I've been told repeatedly these last few days that I have a great looking ass and legs. I do get a lot of walking and swimming in. I'm my own boss and fairly well off, enough to afford this penthouse suburban apartment.
My obsession with Jonathan found me driving home after meeting with a client and seeing the Goodwill store that is located on the way home. I normally would not have given it a second thought but I suddenly found myself driving into the parking lot once I saw that it was just about empty. Why was that a good thing? What am I doing here, I ask as I find myself striding into the store on some kind of mission.
What for?
I feel obsessed and possessed and my dick is getting hard. What does it know that I don't?
I finally get a clue when I find myself standing in front of the women's shoe racks, searching and hunting.
Oh my God....I remember Jonathan saying he owns and wears, in secret presumably, women's high heels. He mentioning bring a pair to show me at our next meet.
Suddenly I tremble. I begin to sweat and fear takes over at what I see.
Two pairs of shoes. I have one of each in my hands and I can tell that they would fit my feet.
I have a shoe fetish and just know this kind of thing. Though in my prior life BJ (Before Jonathan) that was just a bit of fetish trivia.
One is a pink platform open toed mule. A sexy hooker's heels, four inch of plastic pink platform with a solid pink plastic six-inch heel.
The other is a black ankle and two straps four inch heeled shoe.
They seem to burn my hands as I hold them and my heart races as I look upon them. No one else sees me here. I'm so afraid that I would at any instance get arrested as some kind of pervert.
Buy me, they sing sweetly and seductively to me.
Buy me.
Take me home with you.
Wear me.
Buy me.
No! No! No!
I can't do this!
I must not do this!
I have to leave! Now!
Oh God help me.....help me.....I plead as I walk to the counter with those sinful things gripped in my shaking hands.
Please somebody stop me. Don't let me do this....
But no one hears my pleas.
The young girl at the counter is more focus on her texting than me. She takes my cash and rings up my purchase without even looking at who I am. She couldn't care less if I am female, male, or a centaur. I have cash and she takes it.
"Want a bag?" She asks, as she doesn't bother to hear my answer, puts them into a red plastic bag, and hands the shoes to me. "Have a nice day...." She says as she reads the next text on her smart phone.
I shake and my penis aches as I walk out of the store. I almost break into a run as I don't want anyone to see the enormous tent my erection is making in my dress slacks. My hands shake as I open the door and I have to really concentrate to get out of the parking lot and onto the street without harming myself or others.
It is around two O'clock when I park my car I notice. The significance of that is not lost on me. My building is empty. No one is here but me. During the week, everyone goes off to work and the kids are not yet back from school. The parking lot is empty.
I guiltily exit from the car and walk to the lobby. A horrible feeling comes over me. A burning desire to rip off my clothes, get naked and prance around in these shoes!
Oh God help me.
I think of Jonathan's sweet big black bubble butt and long legs astride these shoes and my cock aches and begs to be let loose from its confines.
I am possessed.
I step into the lobby and I can't help myself as
I frantically stripe naked right there in the lobby for anyone...and no one to see me.
I tremble as I set my bare ass on the bench in the lobby and pick up the pink platform shoes.
Those hideous sexy monsters. They sing to me like sirens and I my helpless.
My feet slip into them and I feel......good.
Natural.
Fine.
Better than fine.
Sexy.
I love with a fetish desire high-heeled shoes. I obsessively collect images of women in scanty clothes wearing them. I've masturbated hundreds of times to these images and now I am one of them. One of those sexy sluts wearing nothing but these incredibly sexy shoes.
I stand up and don't fall over.
I begin to gather my clothes up, bending over and picking them up and I notice that I can do with some preternatural ease and grace. I feel alive.
I feel powerful. I feel like a slut.
I feel my cock leaking pre-cum.
I push the button for the elevator and luxuriate in the feelings of being nude in public and wearing a pair of women's shoes.
I'm wearing fucking hooker's shoes!
I get into the safety of the empty elevator and my heart stops racing. I won't get arrested I say to myself.
I ride the elevator up and guiltily enjoy the feeling of being naked and the hot wicked shame of wearing these pink platform six-inch heels.
I with more grace than I could ever imagine step out of the elevator and walk down the hall on these six inch things. It feels so unnaturally normal.
What am I?
I unlock the door and go about putting away my clothes and hiding the other pair of shoes in my bedroom.
It does feel normal to be naked in my own apartment. I usually am.
But I'm not usually wearing women's six-inch heels I tell myself.
It still is a sexual rush that I feel deep in my groin.
I sit down at the table, turn on the computer, and go about in a semblance of normality some work.
It is about an hour into working, I'm sipping a glass of wine when a chat window opens up.
It's Jonathan.
HI, he texts. I'M THE ONLY 1 AT THE OFFICE. I USAULLY HAVE THE EARLY SHIFT BUT I VOLUNTEERED TO TAKE A FRIENDS SHIFT SO IM STUCK ON THIS SHIFT THE REST OF THE WEEK. I NOW COME IN LATER AND LEAVE LATER.
HI, I text back.
IM BORED. HELP ME LIVEN IT UP SO R U NAKED? He asks.
I laugh. Naughty boy. YES
LUCKY U. PLAYING WITH IT?
A BIT.
HEY, U SAID NO BODY IS AROUND? I ask.
ALL GONE. PLACE IS TOTAL EMPTY. I JUST STUCK HERE FOR A FEW MORE HOURS. R U ALWAYS NAKED AT
HOME?
YES.
DO U ALWAYS PLAY WITH URSELF WHILE U WORK?
I giggle. What should I tell him? SOMETIMES. I feel my penis calling me. Should I do the one handed type? Yes! I begin to stroke off, slowly.
LUCKY. R U PLAYING WITH URSELF NOW?
YES How did he know? I apply some lotion to my cock. I always have lotion nearby throughout the apartment.
SEND ME A PICTURE OF IT