Cherry Delight by Jade Blackmore

I'm not really sure what I noticed about Derek first. I know it sounds corny, but it was his smile. That mischievous up to no good grin. It was like he couldn't help himself . I remember that about him even though so many years have passed.

It was one of my first big nights on the town during my second year in college. Tired of galavanting around in jeans and a T-shirt, I played dress up for the first time since high school graduation. In a black mini-skirt, red halter-top, and a pair of mail order red stiletto heels, I was surprised the cops didn't arrest me for soliciting on the spot. Maybe I wasn't wearing enough eyeshadow. While my friends ran off to the nearest rock club, I took refuge in a blues bar.

"Are you having trouble there?"

A brown eyed, handsome man sitting at the bar smiled and pointed to my faltering ankles as I walked up to an empty barstool. I had hoped no one would notice what a hard time I was having walking in the high-heeled sandals that I'd ordered from Frederick's of Hollywood. I'd envisioned myself walking fluidly and seductively in them, like some Playboy Playmate, and had even practiced walking in them in front of the mirror in the dorm bathroom. All that practice wasn't enough, however, as I could barely stand in them, much less walk. My first night on the town in footwear other than Reeboks was a resounding disaster.

"Sit here, honey. You're wobbling… aah, don't blush, honey, you just need practice. I'll buy you a drink," he winked. "What's your name?"

"Julie" I couldn't help studying his face, handsome yet adorable. I wondered how old he was. 25, 30?

"I'm Derek. C'mere. What are you looking at?"

"You."

"You like what you see?"

"Yes.' "Wanna see more of it?" He brushed his hand over my face "It's up to you. I can take you to my apartment where we'll have some privacy. Would you like that?

"Oh, yes."

For some reason, I wasn't afraid. Sure, other older guys had tried to pick me up and I wasn't interested. But this guy was so honest …other guys hadn't asked straight-out if I wanted to go to their apartment They'd try to get me there with a sneaky maneuver. "It's not too far," he promised, and kissed me on the cheek. "Then I'll take you back here or wherever you want, OK?" I said yes, feeling strong and comfortable, but my heart was beating so hard I thought it would drown out the Elmore James song on the jukebox. He walked me too his car, holding my hand. I glanced down quickly to see if there was a wedding ring - none. He drove me to his apartment, which was in a doorman building. I couldn't believe it. Derek was good looking and he had money. Finally my luck was changing.

His apartment was nice, big but not too overwhelming. His bedroom was classy with a king size bed, and classy framed pictures of nude women. He came back into the bedroom with glasses of sweet sparkling water with lime. "I don't really like to drink too much alcohol," he said, "Its not good for you." He kissed me. Then he showed me his used book collection old detective paperbacks from the '30s and '40s. We talked about college his major had been psychology; although he had started his own web design business.

Then he kissed me and kept kissing me until my skin was tingling. My neck down to my breasts biting my nipples, his sweet tongue the hardness through his jeans I felt it greedily with my shaking hands. Now my inexperience didn't matter. It was all instinct. We pulled our clothes off as though they were on fire.

I had never been fully naked in front of a man before - well, technically I still wasn't. He made me keep my cherry delight heels on. I'd never heard of shoe fetish before and it scared me a little. "Don't worry, honey", he said, "You have beautiful legs and the shoes make them look even better.' He kissed my ankle and I giggled, totally at ease and aroused. He fingered my pussy. I moaned so loudly he had to shush me a few times. I liked the look of concentration on his face as he played with my pussy its so wet. "That's because I like you," I said coyly. He licked my pussy. The pleasure was unbearable. I helped him take his jeans off, amazed by his large, glistening erection. He slid inside me effortlessly. I was so wet. Instantly, I wrapped my legs around him, even though it kinda hurt. I knew I didn't exercise enough. Damn that's what I got for missing track practice. He pounded inside me, I felt him fully getting bigger and harder an amazing sensation. He stroked my leg, run his cheek along it, kissed it. I couldn't get over the totally sweet submissive look on his face. Derek looked like he was going to faint he was so overwhelmed by me. "You're too much," he whispered, "like a smart, living, breathing love doll. God, look at that sweet face. He came frantically, dripping sweet cum over my belly. I rubbed it on my stomach. There was a little left on my finger and I licked it off. I wasn't scared anymore. I understood that I had all the power if I yielded it right.

We continued to see each other on the weekends. A year later, I moved off campus and we lived together in his apartment. We were married a few months later. I wore a beautiful medieval lace wedding dress - Utterly feminine and delicate. But underneath were the white stilettos were the vanilla companions to the cherry shoes that had introduced me to my love's irresistible fetish. In the back seat of the limo on the way to the reception, I lifted my dress up. I woreno panties, only a white garter and ashaved pussy.. He worked his way up my leg to my clit, kissing and caressing me. He made me feel like a goddess- a married goddess. Dancing would be hard in the heels for sure. I spent the reception in white satin ballet slippers. I saved the high heels for the bed where they belonged.

It was the funniest thing. Derek was so together, so manly, so tough, but he became a helpless little boy when I denied him sex, with or without my shoes on. It was the way to tease him, to control him. But I did not take advantage of it often. When I caught him staring at my bare legs, I would order him to worship them. Like one day as I washed dishes in my little red plaid mini-skirt. "You know what to do," I said. He wrapped his arms around my ankle and slid them up my leg kissing it as he went along. His tongue was wet and sweet like a little Chihuahua lapping at my ankles. To see such a big strong man,tattoos and all, rendered insane by something as simple as a female ankle! I found it incredibly hot. I tormented him.

"Cmon, leave me alone." I shook my leg free and wagged it in his face, brushing the back of the stilleto heel against his lip. He looked up my short red skirt. I wore no panties underneath. He leaned his head back and laughed. "Ummm, you beautiful tease," He grabbed my leg slowly working his way up. I trembled growing weak from his lips and the barest trace of beard on his cheeks sliding against my oiled leg. I was surprised pussy juice didn't drip down my leg without help from his tongue or his cock. I slipped down and wrapped my legs around him. He licked me expertly he knew every fold and crevice of my body. He loved it he held onto my leg, rubbing it against his chin the stubble on his cheeks. I laughed and moved my body down, letting him lick and suck my pussy, then slide his face up and down my legs.

I let him indulge himself. I slipped my hand down and fingered his cock through his jeans. Nothing got him harder than caressing my legs. Watching him, watching the look of ecstasy on his face, turned me on more than anything did. I untied my skirt and it fell covering his face. Lets go in the bedroom, you silly boy…" I turned and walked out of the kitchen, heels clicking like a naughty tap dance on the linoleum. He crawled after me, then fell down, pulling his hard cock out of his jeans. "Don't beat off baby, I've got something much better for you."

The bedroom was lit only by a cool electric blue light over the bed. He made it to the bedroom, the light bathed his huge erection. You know what I want baby, he was so overcome with desire he voice was barely a whisper. I grabbed onto the brass rails of the bed and swung my legs up. I had to keep in shape to sate Derek's urges, but I didn't mind the extra stints at the gym. It was worth it for all the kinky, athletic sex we shared. Through the years, plus it kept my blood pressure down. My legs were wrapped snugly around his shoulders. Derek kissed and squeezed my calves. He worked his way down to my pussy, fingering it and moaning nasty compliments. "How do you keep your pussy so tight, baby? It's tight as the day we met." I loved his low growl. It was the perfect soundtrack for sex as we got a rhythm going. He nipped at my ankle, then rubbed his face against it. All the while fucking me hard, his cock growing inside me as he licked my calve as he squeezed the muscles there.

Later on, I learned to initiate our sessions, as I grew familiar with what he liked. "Honey", I said coyly, will you get my shoes for me. "Which ones,' he kissed the back of my neck. "Hmm…how about the black sandals…with the three inch heels.." "I love those - they're one of my favorites. I'll get them for you. He slipped down into the closest and brought me my black stiletto sandals.I kept them in immaculate repair. He slipped them on like the prince slipping on Cinderella's glass slipper. He kissed my big toe, rattling the little gold bell that he had bought for me, before he slipped the shoe on, studying my foot as he strapped it on. "Beautiful angel.", he moaned.

"I love you," he kissed my bare ankle. Even though I tried to maintain a cool, bitchy composure, it was impossible. My leg trembled."Do II make you nervous or do I just make you hot when I do this?" He sat me down on our red velvet chair, lifted my legs and I guided him in, kissing the tip and leaving a trace of my lipstick on it before he slid in, his hard cock so comforting to my body, a good friend.

Across the room was our mirrored closet. Oh, what a treat for us. First I got to watch myself as I slapped his tight buns as he fucked me. Then he turned the chair sideways and we watched transfixed, watching ourselves in the hottest live-action porno we were amazingly beautiful together. Whether we were perfectly in shape or tired, fraught and a little chunky, we beamed when we made love. Unlike many of our married friends, who had grown tired of each other and divorced, we had managed to keep our fires burning stronger every year. We worked really hard at it-as hard as we worked on our careers. The fact that we both liked to change things like our hair and clothing style and even our personalities kept things fresh. Our lovemaking never grew tired or stale.

No matter what new positions we tried. I was old-fashioned in the respect that wanted our lovemaking to end the usual way- in bed. I steered him underneath the covers. By now I was tired, and my feet hurt. I slipped my fingers down to unbuckle them, but he did it for me. And placed them lovingly on the floor, kissed my ankles one last time, and then set to work on the rest of my body.

One winter we went on a skiing trip in Colorado. Derek didn't care for cold weather much, but I had grown up in Colorado, so I was used to it. After a long day on the slopes, we retreated to our cabin and snuggled up by the fireplace. My feet were so sore from a long day on the slopes, and Derek immediately took me in front of the fireplace, rubbing my feet with scented oil. He kissed my toes and working his way up my naked legs caressing every part of my body, fucking me in front of the fireplace. We moved closer and closer til the heat became almost unbearable. It was better than a Native American sweat lodge. The next afternoon, while Derek was at the hotel bar, watching a football game with his friends, I decided to take a solo trip down the slopes. A few hours later, I called him on my cell phone-from the town's only hospital. "What's wrong?" "I broke my leg" "Oh my God, honey. I'll be right there." He got to the emergency room so fast I thought he'd taken a helicopter. His face, which registered at least in my presence - love, lust, reverence or joy now shone with concern and fear. "Baby, I'm not dying. It's just a broken leg. The doctor says it will take six to eight weeks to heal - then it should be good as new." For a minute, for just a fleeting minute, I panicked. Was he concerned about me or propitiating his fetish, perhaps I had indulged him too much, had spoiled him totally. Did he care about me, or just the way I catered to his fetish was that what he was worried about?

He took me home early and took the first week off work bathing me and cooking for me. I loved having him wait on me, he was really good at it. I had never seen that side of him, except in the briefest moments when we talked about his family or his childhood. He worshipped me with kisses and the next few weeks were sheer heaven as he cared for me and made love to me and ate my pussy-all without benefit of sexy shoes.

It was too much. I sometimes wondered if he could make love to me without indulging his fetish. Now I knew better. and I would never doubt his motives again. I even initiated our first session after my leg had healed. Strutting out onto the patio in the cherry delight heels that started it all. I winked at him.

"Remember these, baby?"

"How could I forget?" Derek smiled, kneeling by my stiletto heeled feet.