It was a small dull black ankle boot. Sitting on my window sill. Slightly pointed toe, 4 inch stilleto heel and 8 hole lace up at the front. Why was it on my window sill to greet me this morning?
I left my small, cluttered, front room, went into the little shower room and had a quick shower. The estate agent called it a bathroom but it wouldn’t fit even the shortest bath. It had just enough space for a shower cubicle, toilet and sink.
Drying off my hair as I moved about I couldn’t help but look at the boot. Just sitting there. I quickly threw on some shorts and a t shirt then opened the front door reached round and grabbed the boot.
I sat in my favourite chair and inspected it close up. It was warn, well made. The soft kidd leather wrapped the boot with the only seams being under the arch and down the stem of the heel. Under the arch I could see the leather had once been highly polished, not a patent leather finish just well burnished. There was the slight smell of peppermint foot spray over the leather but no other foot scents.
I sat back and looked out the window. My half buried basement flat gave me a great view of the shoes and boots on feet passing by as they took the short cut past my terrace between Main Street and the side entrance of the train station.
I’d bought the one bedroomed basement flat in a prime location with the hope it would give a central base on the edge of an affluent shopping district where I could get a job. There were also some good pubs and clubs within staggering distance. The inheritance from my Dad had been just enough, after selling the old family home. City prices turned a four bedroom detached into a 1 bed flat but it was enough for me, I hoped. No mortgage meant I would just have to cover bills and food. Leaving what few friends I had behind. It was a new start where no one knew me or my family name.
Work had been patchy and I only managed to get some seasonal shop assistant roles. I’d tried my luck at bar jobs but a lack of behind the bar experience killed that idea. I was no specimen to work as a bouncer.
The small income I did get had been just enough though. This all meant I ended up spending quite a bit of time in my chair watching the shoes and boots go by while there was light. I hadn’t hatay escort seen a boot like my recent arrival for a couple of years. Not the current “in” style. I wondered, How did a person loose 1 boot? How had it ended up perfectly balance 4 feet from the pavement through railings and across the open dry space, on my window sill in need of a little care and attention the owner obviously hadn’t given it?
With nothing better to do, I pulled out my shoe cleaning equipment and began to care for the boot. First, I removed the thin round leather lace, hardly warn and still with a polished finish. It slipped cleanly through my soft cloth as I checked for any damage. The lace holes showed some stretching and the tongue underneath had a scuffed bit down its centre. It didn’t look like normal wear and tear, almost like a fluid had been spilt over it but never cleaned properly. I gave it a quick wipe. I then used the soft cloth to wipe around the sole to remove some small crystal like grit.
As a child my parents told me nothing brought out a shine like spit, polish and elbow grease. I didn’t want to disrespect the boot so it would be lick, polish and elbow grease. I prepared by opening the black polish tin, set it on the coffee table in front of me. Taking the boot carefully in both hands I raised it up, after a reverential pause I leant forward and kissed the toe. I gave a small moan of joy as the soft leather met my lips. So soft. A quick pull back and couple of nervous swallows to reduce the growing saliver. I hesitantly opened my mouth and lightly licked the soft leather from tip to lace holes across the vamp. So soft and sensual. The taste was slightly salty, slightly musky but all leather. After a few strokes I paused then reach for the soft cloth. I put my finger into the corner of the cloth, rubbed it into the polish then lifted up to the toe of the boot. I rubbed in small circular motions across the damp toe, working the polish into the leather. After a few circles more fluid was needed. This time the licks had the waxy flavour of polish as a main taste but it wasn’t too bad.
Twenty minutes later I had what I thought was enough polish on the body of the boot. I was slightly light headed. All my blood appeared to be between my legs.
The escort hatay last bit needing polish was the leather covered stem of the heel. Soft kidd leather over a hard steel core. Rubbing my fingers up and down was a wonderful sensation. I ran the tip of my tongue over my lips in anticipation then pursed them and pushed the tip of the heel into my mouth. It felt embarrassed. The feeling of soft animal skin on a hard shaft made me imagine I was fellating a thin cock. I’d never done this before and I’m not sure where the image came from but it felt kind of good. I almost wished the heel was thicker than it’s wine glass stem size but then the boot wouldn’t look anywhere near as beautiful.
After making sure the stem was coated in saliver I finished the last addition of polish.
I placed the boot on the coffee table and sat back. I definitely needed to calm down. I know I hadn’t had a girlfriend in a while but this boot was taking my mind to places I hadn’t been since I was an experimenting teenager. What a pity it wasn’t a pair. Sandwiching my cock between them and rubbing one off would feel great about now. If I could get them burnished up nice the cum wouldn’t stick and mark the leather.
Ok. Stop. It’s just s boot. Relax, time for breakfast and a cup of tea. As I poured cereal into a clean bowl I was distracted by the boot just sitting in the corner of my vision. Cornflakes went everywhere. I needed to finish polishing that boot, put it away and move on.
I ate the cereal dry, cleaned up and forgot about the cup of tea.
Five minutes later I was back in front of the boot, second soft cloth in hand ready to polish and burnish it to a shine it deserved. With a soft moan of joy I pushed my left hand into the soft glove of the body of the boot to help keep it’s shape while I polished. Then I began to lightly buff the surface. Working with slowly increasing pressure the shine began to appear. My right hand was soon aching but I pushed on. The shine was coming up beautifully while the leather remained soft and supple. Oh for its pair.
I don’t know how long I took but eventually I was satisfied. The boot looked magnificent. I finished off with a quick polish of the tongue before replacing and putting it in the middle hatay escort bayan of the coffee table right where the midday sun was shining. Almost a heavenly spot light for a heavenly piece of footwear. Much though I thought I wanted to, I just couldn’t put it in a cupboard. I just sat and admired.
Eventually I knew I had to move so decided to clean the bathroom. I knew I couldn’t see the table from there so there would be no distractions.
At about half way done there were three light knocks on my front door. I’m not sure I heard the first one but they kept repeating. Through the frosted glass I could see the silhouette of a small person. Hopefully not some kid messing with me. When I opened the door I was greeted by a pair of gold 5 inch heeled strappy sandals attached to a short, slim, mousey haired young girl in a heavy overcoat.
“Hello”
“Mmm … Hi. C..can I come in please … sir.” She seemed very small and nervous. I didn’t think she could harm a fly. I stood back and waved her into the room. She furtively looked around then stepped into the space between the coffee table and the front window. Looked outside then turned back to me. She gestured for me to sit in my chair. As I sat I asked, “How can I help you?”
She knelt down in front of me, the coat gaping open as she did. I half got up and tried to reach forward to stop her but she was just too far behind the coffee table. I noticed that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under the coat. Oh my.
She reached into the pocket of the coat and pulled out the pair to my boot.
“M…My M…mistress says you have done such a good job with the left you should finish off the right now.” With both hands she placed the scuffed right boot next to the freshly polished left one. I looked at her. “Mistress?”
She smiled up at me. “M…mistress lives across the road at number 13. I visit her every week. She ordered me to deliver this boot and said to let you k..know that when you are finished she would be happy for you to call this evening. Sh..She said you wouldn’t be busy with anything else.”
With that she stood pulled the coat tight and dashed out the door.
I was stunned. After a while I looked up out the window. Directly across the road I could make out movement in the 2nd floor window. Usually the curtains were always drawn up there but today someone was looking down at me. I swallowed hard then looked at the mismatched condition of the pair of boots in front of me this evening might be interesting if I could pluck up the nerve.