Natalie is the kind of girl who always has to look her best. At 26 years old, five feet, one inch tall, slim, with long blonde hair(similar to Reese Witherspoon!).
Wearing high heels and fashionable skirts and dresses and tops is second nature to her. She always wears feminine clothes and would not be seen out in public without her high heels.
Natalie works in central London, for a large bank. She is a p.a. for one of the directors and earns a high salary. All this money means she has grown accustomed to being able to buy expensive sexy clothes and more interestingly sexy feminine high heeled shoes which she loves to buy. Natalie has over thirty pairs averaging one hundred pounds or more.
This story starts out on a cold December morning, Nat ( which we will call her that because its easier to type and a lot of people call her Nat anyway). Was getting dressed ready for work, she put on an expensive Gucci dress and suntan hose. Nat had a massive choice of shoes most of them high heels, some open mules and others like pumps, It was snowing outside a little and there was a dusting on the ground. Remarkably Nat slipped her stocking clad feet into a pair of three inch open toe mules, she liked to outdress her colleagues and the mules made her taller and even more feminine than she already was, also she likes the slapping feeling of her shoes on her sexy feet. Nat thought that wearing stockings would keep her warm enough, anyway she put on her long beige sheepskin coat and drove her slk to the underground station about twenty minutes away.
Nat got out of her sports car and pressed the alarm keyfob she elegantly walked to the entrance, her toes were already getting a bit wet, as some snow stuck to the soles of her shoes as she walked. Nat realised she had made a mistake in wearing her open toe high heel mules, but she had no time to go back home to change them.
She continued to work, she got on the escalator and travelled down to the tube train platform. Nat waited patiently for the next train, she slid her feet in and out of her mules, which because of her hose was done effortlessly, the train came, Nat marched along the platform and boarded the train, her mules making that all familiar slapping noise .Nat sat at a seat facing the centre isle, she crossed her legs and dangled her right mule, she rode the tube train for seven stops, Nat started reading some other passengers paper, her right foot was outstretched in the isle in contrast to her left which was firmly on the carriage floor, many guys as usual were taking notice off her model like curves and feminine business attire.
Just after the sixth stop an older gentleman boarded the carriage, Nats right mule clad foot was still outstretched and as the man brushed past her she tried to retract her foot, however the high heel of her shoe got caught in the old mans trench coat pocket, and as she retracted her leg, she retrieved her foot but no shoe! Her sexy mule with a three inch heel came off her foot and was now wedged half in the old mans coat pocket!
The train was by now almost at her stop, Natalie jumped up out of her seat, half shod, the old man was already a little way down the carriage and Nat had to walk quickly Excuse me, you've got my shoe, she announced, what, no I haven't he replyed its in your coat pocket, OI! I need my shoe , Nat demanded, the old guy seemed to treasure his new possession but Nat was having none of it, Nat pulled her shoe from his coat and quickly slipped her mule back on her foot, Nat had suddenly thought of what a day without one of her shoes would be like and it had made her mad and a little scarred, she got off the tube train and made her way up all the stairs toward her office. The stairs were very long and Nat was in a hurry for work, her toes had dried out a little, she confidently climbed the stairs, the stairs themselves were getting wetter as she approached the exit to street level, there were lots of people going up and down the steps and at one point it was extremely crowded, as Nat continued to climb, the soles of her shoes were making a rhythmic noise as each sole made contact with each step, however just as she almost reached the street level and the exit, the rhythm was broken as Nat instead of feeling the soft dry inside of her left mule, felt the cold wet sensation of what was the top and last step. Nat immediately looked down to confirm her worst thoughts yes her shoe was not on her foot, not only was she missing her left mule, but there was absolutely no sign of it anywhere, oh god my shoe, Nat thought almost out loud, She was left standing there at the top of the stairs half shod balancing on her remaining shoe, and to make things worse it was now snowing heavily.
Nat just stood there, looking back down the stairs, in a daze, her shoes or should I say shoe were very expensive and Nat just didn't know what to do. Whilst standing there one shod, a man later came over showing her a press badge, Hi love, I am sorry to ask a sensitive question but have just lost a shoe? Yes, that obvious, Nat replied, the man who was from a newspaper explained that some nutter was going around stealing womans high heels, he explained that usually only one was stolen and that it had happened eight times in the last week, in the immediate local area, Nat was shocked, to believe someone had deliberately pulled of one of her shoes, but what was she going to do now, she was already late for work and walking the three blocks without her high heel mule was just unimaginable, luckly for her the reporter whos name was Toby offered her a lift to her workplace, in return for her story, Nat didn't have much of a story to tell but was happy to get to work discreetly
Nat removed her other shoe and walked in to her building, feeling small and stupid!!
Second part coming soon!
