Creaking Heels III
(Published on Wednesday, April 21, 2004)
This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

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

I had an enormous hard-on as we entered that furniture store anticipating what was going to happen, and from the noise already coming from that beautiful shoe, this was going to be a fantastic visit. Now, some shoes just squeak a little bit. There is a very great difference here in that this particular shoe was not just squeaking a little. It was really creaking with the slightest movement of her foot and toes inside as they rubbed intensely and repeatedly against the shiny burgundy coloured real leather upper inside that fantastic black stiletto shoe. The slightest movement and this shoe gave out this sensational sexy noise similar to a really creaky door.

I could imagine what was happening inside the shoe around the area above her right big toe nail. The total darkness, the heat, the noise and the smell which is not unpleasant to me - in other words absolute bliss!!  The pressure of being rubbed constantly against the leather upper.  My wife weighs (wet through) about 110 lb but there is a tremendous pressure within the shoe through constantly being forced to rub the sexy leather upper, especially with hot feet, nails and toes. She always wears her shoes barefoot, and her beautifully painted, immaculate red toenails were at the forefront of all this, and I could just imagine the sight of her right big toe in my mouth.

Now back to the furniture shop and, even on the ground floor, my wife was giving that right shoe a violent creaking session as we had a really slow look at all the bargains on that floor. She was really putting that big toe nail through it as she walked slowly around. I had a constant hard-on because I could not believe the sounds coming from that right shoe. I could still imagine what was happening to that red toe-nail as she strutted around, continually sitting on furniture, standing up again and setting off again.

This incessant noise carried on right the way through that floor and it was so loud  -  my wife seemed to be oblivious to it all  - if anything she seemed to be doing it on purpose (imagine a sound like a really creaky door each time the shoe went into the bent position) and when we really slowed down to view anything, there would be another noise similar to a groan which meant the inside of the leather upper was really starting to become extremely sensitive, but without the foot over-heating. The temperature today was at least 10 degrees cooler than the last time we came, but you could tell just by looking that her feet were red hot but there must have been a temperature guage in there somewhere
that controlled the outside of the feet, that stopped a mass of sweat erupting but keeping the heated torture chamber within. Her feet were almost purple, with the bloated veins running down and
disappearing into both shoes and they looked HOT.

Then I followed her up the stone steps to the next floor and, just to watch the shape of her slim figure in the stretch jeans and the incessant creaking of that shoe was fantastic. At the top of the steps my wife hesitated, the shoe let out a groan again as she set off and then immediately she laid down on this bed and kicked off both shoes on to the floor. I fancied kissing her big toes. I could not resist grabbing the shoes and pretended to move them out of the main aisle, but at the same time my fingers were inside marvelling at how HOT the insides were and with only a tiny bit of sweat.

THEN I NOTICED THAT SHE WAS WEARING A SILVER TOERING ON THE MIDDLE TOE OF HER RIGHT FOOT. That`s when I leaked heavily into my underwear as this must have been  purchased recently as I had never spotted it before.

"I like your toering," I said.

"Yes," she replied. "I bought it last week. It`s the first time on today."

"Very very lucky ring," I muttered under my breath.

Of course, now I did not know whether the creaking would continue or stop as she had removed her shoes. When she put them back on again there was total silence!!!  I was mortified. Obviously there was more sweat in them than I thought and this had killed any creaking. Silence throughout the rest of the 1st and 2nd floors but then it all began again with a vengeance half way across the 3rd floor. This was a really vicious creaking now from this shoe. Her feet must have somehow dried out the sweat within, and something was going to pay for this. Her feet were still a bright red/purple colour and the veins were still trying to burst, so perhaps the sheer heat from her feet had dried out the sweat inside the shoe(s).

What must that toering be going through on it's first outing??? I could only imagine......

She then sat on a sofa and, for reasons unknown, popped out her right foot and laid it on top of her shoe half in and half out as if to give it some sort of well-earned breather!! I had this beautiful view of her right big toe with the 4 coats of diamond hard red nail varnish, her toering on the middle toe and the rest was inside the shoe. She was giving it a well-earned rest. She then teased it slightly in, then all the way in and then dragged it out again.

At one time just the big toe was visible. I pretended to inspect the legs and supports of the sofa, at the same time making sure that my face was only 3 inches from her beautiful big toe. I could not imagine what it was going through, and the ring  -  sheer heaven perhaps???

Then without any warning, my wife shot up, dug her right foot deeply into her shoe, the shoe groaned loudly as she stood up teetering on the heels and all I got then was the sound as the weight transferred and the shoe c-r-e-a-k-e-d very slowly but loudly past my eyes as she set off across the room. This was fantastic and my cock was once again standing to attention.

This was starting to get so loud that I was sure that the people on the floor below would be wondering what on earth was going on. As we came back down to the 2nd floor there were men around that I am sure had been noticing the noise, and my wife tried in vain to make the shoe less noisy by tip-toeing around , but all this did as happened before just made the shoe creak even more. What a fantastic session and this shoe was to carry on creaking for the rest of the day.

Something else happened that I shall never forget. Whilst on the 2nd floor my wife asked me to go back up and pay the monthly installment on our settee purchased at an earlier date. She stayed on the 2nd floor and I joined the queue on the 3rd floor to pay up. Suddenly, I heard the most heavenly sounds again, and thought maybe she had decided to come too, as they were coming up the stone steps. A Pakistani woman aged about 30-32 appeared followed by her husband. She was wearing black trousers and I could clearly see that she was also wearing black spiked stiletto shoes with a 3" - 3.5" heel and she looked really sexy.

Both her shoes were creaking really loudly as I could easily hear them at the bottom of the steps. This intense creaking got much louder as she arrived at the top and she set off across the room. I could not believe her shoes were making such a frenzied noise and I left the queue to see where she had gone. I did not have far to go as I headed for the sounds and soon caught up and really admired what I saw as she and her husband slowly advanced across the room, with both her shoes creaking and groaning
with every slow movement that she made. They were moving really slowly and I overtook them, making sure I got a really good look at those shoes!

Her bare feet inside them were almost purple with overheating I would say, but I could easily make out her veins which were really pumping and bloated down each foot as they disappeared into those sexy black shoes.  She was oblivious to any of the noises and seemed to be doing it deliberately and then at one stage she sat down on a settee and crossed over her left leg. She looked really, really well. Then she tried to remove her dangling left shoe but had difficulty as it seemed to be stuck to her toenail, then with a crack it released and she placed it on the floor.

The make had been almost rubbed off but the name started with a "R" but that was all that was left. Her right shoe stayed on her foot which was now crossed over her left leg and she kept twisting it up in the air and then down again and then down some more, and then she jerked it up again and down again. At the same time this shoe was so creaky and I was so turned on. The insides of the shoe on the floor was a creamy white leather but with sexy toe and heel inprints very heavily marked inside, and I would say this shoe had been overheating a hell of a lot and had been worn a great deal.

The temperatures inside must have been unbearable (in a sexy way!?) if you know what I mean. Parts of the tortured leather insole were curling up around the sides and the heel part had been forced forward at least an  inch on the glue and then had creased flat in two separate places. The woman got comfortable on the settee and then tried to force off her other shoe. She ended up having to push it off with her left foot as it just refused to budge off her toes, then with a creak the toe released itself from
the shoe which she kept in her hand.

She then stretched out and laid down and she had beautiful jet black nail varnish on her toenails. I could not believe my eyes. On the floor was a sexy black spike waiting to be put back on or preferably licked out. I would have done so had I been able but I had to keep one eye on her husband and keep moving but I don't think he noticed me.  She then placed her right shoe on the floor and then sank her right foot deeply inside and forced it on in several movements which, from at least 15 feet away, I could clearly hear the shoe creaking in protest as she forced her bare foot inside.

She then looked around for the other one, found it and once again I caught a glimpse of the black nails as they were pushed (screaming) and disappeared inside this heavenly shoe. She leaned back, and with a nice forward motion, both shoes started to groan as her weight transferred and she rose up from the settee and then set off across the room again. I bet these shoes had been creaking violently from the moment she left her home that morning - who knows?? I had never heard anything like this, and from BOTH shoes it was unreal.

Unfortunately, I had to go back to the queue before I got into trouble. The Pakistani lady came all the way around in the distance, but I could hear both shoes from 20-25 metres away and through the carpet in places on top of the floorboards I could FEEL the creaking through the floor I was standing on. Her beautiful feet were bright purple with the intense heat and they looked fabulous. Just before she went, she reached up to take a picture off the wall but tried and failed to reach it. She stood on tip-toe and both her heels dropped out the backs of her shoes as the toes  were taking her full weight and both shoes were creaking and groaning as she tried to reach this picture. She was in this position for half a minute.

She looked to weigh around 140-145 lbs., but as I said before she looked really well and she actually turned me on. Then she vanished back down the steps. When I went back down myself I looked for her again but did not see her. Now, at the end of the 90`s I managed to purchase a pair of shoes that
looked the same as hers although the heels were not as thin and spikey, but just as sexy. These were by Ravel, but I am not sure what make hers were although they too began with a "R." I have enclosed  some pictures of the shoes I purchased just to give you some idea how sexy they were.
 

Now, back to Rotherham and, trouble was, it would be another 5 weeks before we would get a day off together again. When we were apart, I would be at work and my wife liked to go shopping on her own, and I knew she always wore the (Rosalind) shoes. Heaven knows what went on when she went out alone.

When we arrived back home, she took off her shoes straight away and dashed upstairs to the toilet. I placed her right shoe over my nose and mouth and inhaled. I marvelled once more at how HOT the inside of this shoe was and it had a beautiful stale sweaty smell about it that was fabulous. When she came back down again she put the shoes back on as she knew I was getting horny. She was up against the kitchen wall with her right shoe creaking and groaning as I teased off her tight stretch jeans and managed to pull them off without disturbing her shoes which remained on her feet.

It seemed that she was making this shoe creak and groan now purposefully as we were standing up against the wall. She MUST have known this sound really turned me on. I was already turned on thinking about what I had seen today and thinking of that Pakistani woman and what she might be doing to her sexy all leather shoes!!!

I rubbed my tongue down the front of my wife`s damp and sticky silk panties, getting all the more harder all the time as her shoe carried on protesting. My left hand grabbed her right shoe which was very hot,  I then slipped my tongue up the edge of her panties and teased it in and out of her vagina which was very smelly and sticky. My wife was up on her tip-toes now and, with the right shoe creaking with the slightest movement that she made, her heel popped out the back of the right shoe and she dragged her left foot out her other shoe and rubbed it in my face. I sucked between her toes and started tongueing her and licking her out and went back to sucking on her foot, whilst the right shoe groaned with all the weight transferred to the toes.

We climaxed on the bed with her on top of me, with her right shoe buried upside down in the duvet and making the most beautiful but muffled noises. Now for some pictures for you. The padded insoles have been inside the shoes for almost 20 years.  They were put in after my wife complained of part of a staple sticking in her foot on occasion. The insole of her right shoe is stuck fast to the heel area, but at the front it has actually rotted and come away from the toes area and is quite loose. Sometimes, it has moved so much that it has creased and doubled over inside it`s torture chamber, but because the back part is well fastened down to the heel part of the shoe, it cannot escape.

Mind you - I would not want to escape. I have often found the insoles creased and doubled over after my wife has been shopping on her own. She has said that she would like new insoles putting in, to which I have replied that there is nothing wrong with the ones already in. Now, unfortunately, she does not go out in the shoes anymore as they are showing their age, but I do still shag her whilst she is still wearing them, and even after 20 odd years, that right shoe STILL creaks and groans.