Ted and his assistant Lindsey had stayed at the office all night so she could help him finish a project for an important meeting the next day. But one thing led to another, as it usually did, and at 6:15 the next morning, they were curled up on the couch in Ted's office, naked, sweaty, still high on the endorphins from their latest round of lovemaking. As far as they knew, they were the only ones in the building.
Lindsey stretched and ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, which she wore in short, extremely chic style. (Ted's, on the other hand, was long for a man, though he usually wore it slicked back at work to fit the conservative dress code.)
"I'm starving," she said. "Want something from the vending machine?"
"Anything with chocolate," he replied, still slightly dazed.
She slipped on his expensive powder blue dress shirt, then looked around the floor before stepping into his black leather oxford shoes. "Hey, that's my stuff!" he protested. She grinned and said, "It is way too early to be walking in heels, boss man," and marched out towards the break room.
Ted sat up, drank from a bottle of water on the end table, and tried to remind himself of the day's schedule. Lindsey returned with a couple of Snickers bars. She looked deep in thought.
"What's up?" Ted asked her.
"I was just surprised by how well these shoes and this shirt fit me," she said, walking around and turning to show off how comfortably she could move in them. "I knew we were about the same height, but still. You would think these were mine to begin with."
"My mother used to say we were lucky that my feet stopped growing before the rest of me did, so we wouldn't have to keep buying new shoes," he replied.
She looked down at her feet, then at his, and a wicked grin spread across her face. Ted knew that look meant nothing good for him, but couldn't resist asking, "What?"
She grabbed her black Louboutins off the floor and sat next to him. "Well, it occurs to me that if your shoes fit me so perfectly, then mine should do the same for you." She sat down and placed the high-heeled pumps on the floor in front of him. "What say we prove my hypothesis?"
"You want me to wear your shoes?" he asked, laughing nervously? "Didn't you just say it's too early for heels?"
"Too early for me to wear them after having spent all of yesterday in those pretty but uncomfortable things," she said, stroking his leg in a way that made him feel weak. "You, on the other hand, have just been cruising around in these low to the ground wonders, so I think your feet can take the Lobu's better than mine at the moment."
"I'm not going to wear your shoes!" he protested. "That's ridiculous. What if anybody sees me?"
Her fingers now moved to his inner thigh as she said, "The custodial staff doesn't even get here until 7:30. We are all alone. This is a safe space, and I want to see how sexy your legs and ass look in these. Won't you do it for me? Please?"
Between the pouty, sexy look on her face and the feel of her hand hovering near his groin, Ted felt powerless to resist. He let Lindsey squeeze his feet into the narrow shoes, then help him stand up. He wobbled a bit at first, then found his balance. He and Lindsey were the same height in bare feet, so he towered over her the way she usually did in heels.
She stepped back to study him, circling his body and whistling approvingly. "My goodness, you've got some nice legs, boss man," she said with a giggle. "How do they feel?"
"Better than I would have thought," he admitted. "They're a little pinchy, but they fit."
She encouraged him to walk around his office in them. After a few stumbles, he gained his balance and was practically gliding in them. "Goddamn!" Lindsey cheered. "Do you want some fries with that shake?"
"Satisfied?" he asked, trying to keep from blushing. He felt a bit embarrassed, but there was something else there — a feeling he was too afraid to fully recognize.
"I don't know," she said smugly. "If our shoes fit each other so well, maybe we should see how the rest of the ensembles look."
"What do you mean?" he asked, both nervous and excited.
She gestured to his expensive navy pinstripe three-piece suit, which was lying across his desk, and then to her sleeveless red silk blouse and black pencil skirt, and said, "I want to try on that fabulous suit of yours, and I want to see how you look in my clothes."
Ted's heart was pounding his chest. He was both terrified of the idea itself and at how excited he realized it made him. He wasn't sure what to do next.
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