The night had been a long and tiring one. All the meetings and negotiations had taken their toll and the only thing that was on Troth’s mind was getting home, taking a shower and falling into bed. As Troth stepped outside the office building and felt the night air on his face, he felt a surge of energy suddenly course through him, like a jolt of electricity.
As he walked along the sidewalk he couldn’t help but notice the beautiful women in their high heels and skimpy outfits, strutting their stuff. Troth had always had a thing for high heels, ever since he was a young man, and he felt his heart racing as he watched these women walk.
Then he saw her. She was standing at the corner of the street, wearing a black mini-skirt and a tight-fitting white tank top. Her long black hair was cascading around her shoulders and she was wearing a pair of black stiletto heels that made her legs look like a million bucks.
Troth couldn’t help but stop and stare. He felt something inside of him stirring and he knew that he had to have her. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he approached her and started to talk.
“Hi there,” he said, smiling.
The woman looked him up and down, then smiled back. “Hi,” she said. “My name’s Lacy. What can I do for you?”
Troth gulped. He was suddenly overcome with desire. “I want to make love to you,” he blurted out.
Lacy smiled knowingly. “Well then,” she said. “Follow me.”
She led him down a side street, then into an alleyway. It was dark and deserted, and the only sound was the clacking of her high heels against the pavement. Troth could feel his heart racing as they walked and his body was alive with anticipation.
When they finally reached their destination, Troth could feel his body trembling with excitement. Lacy grabbed his hand and led him into a nearby building. Inside was a large room, filled with exotic furniture, velvet curtains and plush carpets. In the corner was a bed, covered with a purple satin sheet.
Lacy pushed Troth onto the bed and began to kiss him passionately. Her lips tasted like sweet wine and her fingertips felt like feathers against his skin. He felt like he was melting into her as she explored his body with her hands and mouth.
Finally, she pulled away and took off her tank top. She was wearing a black lace bra that accentuated her curves and Troth couldn’t help but gasp at the sight of her beautiful body. Lacy smiled and began to unzip her skirt, revealing a pair of black lace panties.
Troth felt an intense heat between his legs as his eyes followed the curves of her body. He wanted her desperately and he could feel his arousal growing with every passing second. Lacy moved closer to him and began to unbutton his shirt. She kissed his chest, then moved lower until she was undoing his belt.
Troth gasped as he felt her hands exploring beneath his clothes. She massaged his body, making him shiver with pleasure. Then she reached for his zipper and pulled it down. Troth moaned as she began to stroke his hardness. He was so aroused that all he wanted was for her to satisfy him.
Finally, Lacy lowered herself onto him and began to ride. Troth felt like he was in heaven as Lacy thrust her hips against his, driving him wild with pleasure. He wanted more and more, but finally he could take no more and he let out a loud moan as he reached his climax.
Troth lay there afterwards, gasping for breath. His body was still trembling with pleasure, but he felt satisfied in a way he had never known before. He thanked Lacy for the incredible experience and watched in amazement as she put her clothes back on and walked out of the room.
Troth lay there for a few moments before finally getting up and heading home. All the way there, he couldn’t help but think of the amazing experience he had just had with Lacy. He knew that he would never forget it, and from then on, he would always have a special place in his heart for high heel fetish sex.
