written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
Just though I’d tell you all about this experience I had today, it was a set up but she never caught on.
My vanilla wife works in the insurance business, because of this she usually wears a business suit and high heeled shoes or boots. This particular day she was wearing a white blouse, a pair of black trousers and a pair of heeled leather knee boots.
I know she always arrives at about 17:15-17:20 so just before she got back I went out back and looked under the flowerpots and such to find some good specimens. Unfortunately I only found 2 ladybugs and a long earthworm. I laid the earthworm on the path leading to the front door and gave it a slight smack against the pavement to make sure it would not go anywhere quickly. As for the ladybugs, I kept them in the palm on my hand in my pocket.
I waited looking through our net curtains and there she arrived, looking stunning as always, she closed the door of her car and walked up the pathway, careful not to step on the grass because those heels would just cut though it like butter. She walked up the path and I could see her nearing the worm and she stepped right on it, only problem was that it ended up in the space between her sole and heel, damn.
No problem, I still had two more chances.
She came in and I greeted her as usual, I invited her into the kitchen to see what I had done for dinner, I asked her to taste the soup and as she did I got the two ladybugs out and seized my opportunity, I threw them both at her feet.
There she was standing there with her killer boots, with these two ladybugs all drowsy within a few inches of them. I stepped beside her (I made sure I was barefoot so I would not have to step on them) and asked her what she thought, she said it was wonderful and she asked when dinner would be served. As I was about to tell her I “suddenly” noticed some bugs near her feet which I pointed out. Ew, she said as she looked down, without even bothering to see what sort of bugs they are she stomped on one quickly, her heel making a distinctive tap as she slammed her booted foot down on the tiled floor. Next she simply lifted her foot up and stomped on the other one. I was totally turned on by now but I kept up the act. Then she lifted her boot to see her sole.
The boot soles were made of light tan leather and hence the bugs stuck to them. As a consequence she planted her boot back down on the heel with the sole in the air and asked me if I would mind getting a paper towel and wiping them clean for her. I kept up the act and said why don’t you just wipe your boots on the grass outside? She said she would have to walk on the carpet to get there and they would get ground in and dirty the carpet. I “reluctantly” agreed, and got down on my hands and knees to clean her leather boot sole.
I could clearly see the squashed bugs. One was flat against the lower right of her sole, the other towards the middle, I said ‘they are completely flat’, she said ‘duh, I stepped on them hard. Anything under my boots would be flat’. I could see even after I cleaned them two wet marks on her sole where she had squashed the juice out of them.
I wiped the soles of her boots clean and she walked off to the living room and probably never gave it a second thought.