HeelsHeels5 years ago in Short Stories
They were both gorgeous, they bounced into the bar giggling a flurry of curls, legs and exposed skin. How they managed to move at all on the platform heels they were wearing was a mystery, let alone how fast and gracefully they managed. The dresses they both wore only just reached their tanned and toned thighs titillating the viewer with both what you could and could not see. As they had walked into the bar the place audibly hushed despite the booming bass of the music blaring out. My eyes, like every other person in the bar, were drawn to them, men in lust and envious girls examining every detail of the pair. I knew I would spend the evening fantasizing about them but heaven forbid I would do anything about it I was useless at approaching women, too shy, too self conscious and too awkward to ever be able to speak to them let alone chat them up.
They sat across from me so that I could see the succession of suitors stroll over to the pair of them and after a few mo