Red. Patent. Peep-toed.

Almost a true story.

Well, anyone who's wearing those is seeking some kind of attention: I am Desireable and you are going to Notice Me. Late forties: attractive, full hips and thighs and walking with a deliciously relaxed, precise, asssertiveness. Khaki linen suit, white shirt and those. Red patent, peep-toed courts. Such a perfect, insolent, glossy red, plotting their owner's way along the pavement. Faultlessly sure of themselves and out there in the light of day too. On a younger woman they'd smack of overdressing; on her, it's something different: look at the way she's repressed the colours in the rest of her outfit; most surely, she's calling attention to something.

Shoes for sex, made to be worn, made to be wiped in semen. If ever there was a pair of shoes he'd wanted to come over, there they are, right in front of him. What a delight it would be to mess them up a little. The pleasure of watching his semen scooting over them, his base desire to leave his mark. The Selfish Gene, indeed. Trick is, how to manage it; he'll have to think of something quickly.

At ten paces, eye contact, eyes, then mouth, smiling next a glance over her body, scanning her to her feet, slowly, that she won't miss herself being caressed by his desire.

"Do I know you?"
"No, no. What a handsome pair of shoes you have."
"Yes, I couldn't resist them."
"Indeed", fixing her gaze to his eyes with a small smile: modest, deferential and desiring.
"You can be as charming as you like but you're not getting into bed with me. Is that clear?"
"I understand but really, I only wanted to fuck your shoes."
She's chuckling, disbelieving, yet not completely offended "You're kidding me, don't be ridiculous."

Smiling ruefully, at least he gave it a try; some you win and... oh well. Perhaps next time. Watching her go, watching them pull her away from him. Yet she's scarcely past him when she turns and pauses, chucking to herself in a fleeting crease in her forehead; now looking at him hard, flicking her head to one side: follow me.

[part two follows after the news...]