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She texted you. Asked you to meet her in the parking lot that Sunday morning. You knew you shouldn't... knew you shouldn't even answer her text. You had things to do. Obligations to keep. But you couldn't help yourself. She'd gotten into your head.

Even as you drove over there, you said to yourself, "What am I doing? I should know better." Still, you drove there. Almost on autopilot. Barely remembered the drive there, your anticipation building.

She was waiting for you as you pulled in. Watched you get out of your car. You walked over to her. You tried to sound firm. "I can't do this anymore," you said. "We have to stop meeting like this" You had to look up at her a bit to say it, though, since she was in her stilettos.

Her shiny red stilettos...

She smiled at you and said, "I agree, @atlasplus. We shouldn't meet like this." Then she took your hand and placed it on her thigh, as she slid one pantyhose covered leg against you. You shivered, an automatic response, as your eyes went unfocused for a moment.

She held your hand there, while she watched your reaction. You tried to look away, to compose yourself, but she slipped a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to her. You looked up in spite of yourself, could feel your thoughts getting fuzzy.

"Wouldn't you like one more taste?" she asked. "Since you're here? I wore your favorite heels."

You nodded automatically, and she gently pushed you down. You found yourself at her heels, licking each one as she encouraged you. Each came off, and you inhaled the scent inside them. You knew someone could drive up, but you no longer cared.

Then she slipped a pantyhose covered foot into your mouth. All other thoughts were forgotten as you completely gave in to her. She let you enjoy them for awhile, then slowly lifted you back up. She slipped a pantyhose covered thigh between your legs, lifting it a bit. The pressure made you moan.

"No more meeting like this," she whispered into your ear as she maneuvered you into her car. "Time for so much more." And she drove off with you, all other things forgotten.

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