A Well-Heeled
Man
by Jilliana
Ranicar-Breese
Gigi sat
pensively in the main square of the old Spanish
city of Caceres. She became conscious of a man
with black slicked-back greasy hair sitting near
her.
Gigi was
dressed in her favourite French electric blue She
prided herself on her sleek black hair with a
heavy fringe which gave her a classical French
look. She was busy writing in her notebook when
the man asked if he could sit at her table.
Despite his awful hair, he had an open, charming
smile. He introduced himself as Charlie and spoke
no English.
"No
problem," replied Gigi in excellent Spanish.
They chatted a while. Charlie lived in Palma,
Majorca and was visiting his family. Then he
kissed her on the cheek and wished her a pleasant
stay in his country. So absorbed was Gigi in her
notes that she paid little attention to this
chance encounter.
But the next
day, she came across him again. He ran up and
embraced her like a long-lost friend, running his
hand through his tousled hair, looking stressed
and distracted. This second sudden appearance had
little impact on Gigi.
That evening,
however, Gigi was wandering up the main street
when she saw a different Charlie. Dressed in a
black tightfitting sleeveless top, his hair
washed, he looked relaxed and intensely
attractive! Her throat tightened as she explained
she wanted to come to Palma to view the art
galleries there. Could he give her his mobile
number and email address and she would look him
up?
He immediately
invited her to stay with him and wrote his
details down in her notebook. Boosted by the
thought of seeing the newly transformed version
of Charlie, she glanced at the email address and
gasped. Tacones@Fetish.com could only mean one
thing. She looked right into his eyes and
intensely questioned him. What age was he? 52.
Married? No, divorced. Was he gay? A transvestite?
No. Into S&M? Absolutely not!. He leaned
forward gazing into her eyes, saying he knew she
understood him.
He then asked
what size shoe she took. How many shoes did
Charlie have in his collection?
“Only 16
for decoration,” came the reply. “Only
for fantasy.” The urge to dress up, try on
shoes for him, enter his fantasy world, was
instantly appealing and captured her imagination!
Time for him
to go. A football match beckoned him He
leaned forward and kissed her full on the mouth. promising
he’d call her soon. Gigi sat rooted in her
chair. His kiss lingered. Elated she fantasised
about an erotic trip to Palma later in the year.
He had even written down the months she should
come.
A chance
meeting in life can open doors to another life,
real or fantasy. Gigi wrote in her journal that
night, sketching her favourite Jimmy Choo shoes
in the margin.
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