Creaking Heels II
(Published on Sunday, March 14, 2004)
This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Creaking Heals.

For those of you remembering part 1 (Creaking Heels), this story centres around my wife`s sexy shoes. The right shoe was heard to be really creaking whilst we were visiting a furniture store in Rotherham, England on a very hot August afternoon in 1983. It continued to do so, caused by the four coats of diamond hard red nail varnish which adorned her toe nails, being rubbed continuously against the leather upper of the shoe, yet only the big toe of her right foot was creaking the right shoe whilst the left one stayed silent.

We had been in Rotherham for almost seven hours until I realised it was making that noise and probably had been doing so all day. As I write this, the shoe in question is in the palm of my right hand in front of me and I cannot believe it is almost 21 years ago. My wife still wears these shoes but not to go out in. She never wears stockings or tights  -  always it is bare feet. These shoes  have been worn a hell of a lot in the past for shopping, dancing, cinema,  being shagged in etc. etc. but are not in great condition now considering how many times they have been worn.

I still love to shag her when she is wearing these shoes as the right shoe starts to creak incessantly when she is pressed up against a wall. We start off in bed as usual then I suggest fetching her shoes for her. As soon as the right shoe fits over her foot does it start to creak as it rubs against the big toenail and then she invariably rubs my balls with it making it more noisy still. After we both are really starting to get horny, we go over to stand against the bedroom wall and then the creaking and groaning really starts as I start to suck against the front of her panties whilst still in the standing position and then I will start to lick her out. Still the right shoe gets really creaky, but then the left one stays silent. I only have to pick up the right shoe for my cock to start straining in my jeans.

Nice to see the stiletto shoes are back in fashion again, but as far as I am concerned, my wife has worn nothing else over the last 21 years, a total of 58 different pairs. This number refers to the number that have been creaky, either she has creaked the left shoe, the right one or both which happened on quite a few occasions as you will find out in later episodes. I must say, I try to buy her shoes for her, making sure that they do not have that horrible foam stuff attached to the uppers, which stops any creaking of any kind, but I have failed a few times when she has walked in having bought her own saying, "how comfy" these shoes were. "I just had to have them!"

She never  wears any stockings or tights, preferring bare feet which suits me fine thank you. Anyway, back to 1983. We did not have many days off together back in those days before the kids came along, but two weeks later I was sitting on the bus on the way to Rotherham again. My wife was sitting on the seat opposite me reading the newspaper. Her right leg was crossed over her left. Her stretch jeans were clinging to her legs, and she looked really well.

The jeans of today are really sexy, but you cannot always see the shoes. In the 80`s, the jeans were just as tight, but ended above the ankles so you had a great view of the stilettos.

She kept twisting her foot complete with shoe around and then up and down, straining it up and then straining it down and then down again. One minute she would be dangling it almost to the point of it dropping off. The next it was fully on her foot and she would be moving her foot up and down. The noise of the engine meant I could not possibly hear if the shoe was creaking or not, but it did look sexy because it looked as if her shoe was creaking with every movement of her foot, and I hoped it would at least when we got off the bus. I remembered  hoping her feet would not sweat into the shoe which would have spoilt everything. It was 10 degrees cooler than the last visit to Rotherham. Her feet were bright red and the veins were beginning to stand out by the time we got off the bus. The veins of her right foot tended to bloat and bulge much more than her left, and I always believed her right foot to be a couple of degrees warmer than her left.

Right from getting off the bus, I could hear plainly that her right shoe had started to creak straight away, and my cock started to tug at my jeans. The trouble with traffic is that it was too noisy for me to hear this all the time except when we went inside a shop, providing the music was not on too loudly!!! The sound of the creaky shoe was music to my ears. We had been on the bus for almost an hour and I was glad she did not have sweaty feet. Hot feet yes, but certainly not sweaty. There were a lot of shops playing loud music, but then again quite a few that were not.

There is nothing as sexy as a shoe creaking on wooden floorboards, together with the steel heel taps. I was taking her into shops just for the sake of it, at times just to hear the ball-aching noise of her right shoe. Then I could see the furniture store in the distance and suggested we go in. She replied immediately that she did not see why we were having to go to that place again. We did not buy anything last time. I had to think quickly, and then suggested we should keep on going there because they had so many deals on all of the time, and we could well miss out.

Anyway, she dragged me round a clothing store and then spotted some jeans and a top that she had to
try on. Now new jeans meant taking off her shoes to get the new stuff on. Taking off the shoes meant her hot little size 51/2 feet may swell and sweat may be a problem with her shoes back on. It took ages, and at times I thought the shoes would not be creaking again, especially when she came out to show me with new jeans and top on, and her shoe had gone all quiet! She went back in and took off her shoes again.

Damn it - I knew this would happen. She put on her other clothes, popped her shoes back on and I could not believe the frenzied creaking from that right shoe as she went back to the rail and put the
clothes back!!!Her feet were bright red. I thought the veins were going to burst, especially the right one. The blood was really pumping as the thick veins were bloating and trying to pop.The right shoe carried on creaking and I could hear over the heavy traffic. I had an enormous hard-on as we entered the furniture store.

Now wait for part 3, and here are a couple of photos of that creaky old shoe.The cushion inside the shoe is over 20 years old. Heaven knows what it has gone through.