5 Letters 22 Courtney Vale 38 Toeing The Line 45 Net X Laura 58 Sweet Jane 72 Amateur Flash Club 77 Personally Yours 85 Charlie Latour 89 Stevi's Corner 97 Beat It! 103 Freshman Foot Fantasy
Editorial Note I was talking to an acquaintance of mine who loves teasing guys. In fact, you
could say that she represents the essence of the Leg Tease life-style. She related
a recent experience she had that I thought you would find very interesting. Rather
than trying to relay her story, I thought it would be better to let her tell you
herself. There are few things I like more than shopping. And one of the things
I most enjoy shopping for is shoes. Recently, I was invited to a rather fancy
party. Of course, any excuse is a good one when it means I can add yet another
pair of spiked high heels to my ever-growing collection. Your average mall will
have about four to six shoe stores and the possibilities are endless! This particular
day, however, was one for the record book -- or this column. I was alone (although
I usually prefer to shop with a girlfriend) and had not found exactly what I was
looking for. I figured one last try and then I'd call it quits for the day. I
entered the store and immediately noticed one of the salesmen eyeing my legs.
(I always shop in a mini skirt -- it's easier to see how the shoes look). He was
in his mid-twenties with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes, kind of cute.
As I continued to browse the selection, he made his way through the store and
offered me his assistance. I smiled and explained what I was looking for. He blushed
slightly as he offered me a pair of six inch stilettos in pink patent leather.
I sat down as he kneeled in front of me to help me try them on. Even though his
hair was falling in front of his eyes, I could see the blush creeping across his
face as he removed my plain black pumps and helped me into the hot pink heels.
His hands trembled as he buckled the delicate straps around my slender ankles.
As I stood up and walked over to the little floor mirror to admire the shoes,
I could see the bulge in the front of his slacks. I decided to play with him just
a little. Acting uncertain, I asked him to bring me more shoes to try on. With
each pair, he grew more and more uncomfortable. Finally, when I knew he couldn't
take much more, I told him I would take the first ones, the pink stilettos, under
the condition that he would walk me to my car. Of course, he agreed. On the way
to the parking lot, I explained to him that I had "read" him from the
moment I had walked into the store. "You are about to become my very own
shoe boy," I told him. He looked at me with amazement, his mouth opening
and closing with nothing coming out. Slowly, a sheepish grin spread across his
face. Well, so far he's working out fine. Once a week I stop by the store and
pick out a new pair of shoes with my new toy's assistance. And once a week, he
comes by and polishes all my old shoes. Needless to say, I have the best kept
shoes in the country!
