Dinner a'la High Heels! Sarah clicked her way across the natural quarry stone tiled floor of her Kitchen, her high heeled shoes making the most wonderful sounds. She placed the large bowl that she had been carrying onto the counter and started to add the final ingredient to her trifle, the whipped cream. Sarah enjoyed cooking, even from the young age of seven when her mother first showed her the recipe for the trifle she now made. Twenty-two years old now, Sarah was a medium height, medium to slim girl with light red hair which was combed back and tied in a pony-tail. "Hmmmn", she thought to herself, "Theres so much cream left over! What shall I do with it?". She pondered for a while, and then an idea occurred to her. She had been thinking these strange thoughts, or so they had seemed to her, for years (since high school in fact where she would look at the other girls around her, not at their faces but at their feet). Was this the time to try it out? "Why not?", she said aloud, and not without a little nervousness. She lifted her right foot up so that her knee was bent, keeping her thigh vertical. She reached her right hand down, unbuckled the strap, slipped her right shoe off and placed it on the counter in front of her. Maybe she had known something when she started making this trifle, because she had put on a pair of her favourite shoes, black suede with a single ankle strap and 4 inch heels. She giggled nervously and picked her spoon up from where it lay in the cream. A large glob of cream came with it and she hung it over her shoe. She hesitated, she shouldnt really be doing this should she? But before she could answer the question, the melting cream slipped off the spoon and landed with a squidge onto the leather insole of her shoe. It stayed there a second before sliding down and into the toe of her nice suede shoe. She shuddered with delight and dipped the spoon into the cream for another go- why not? There was already cream in her shoe now! The cream dripped a little as it melted and then she uprighted the spoon allowing it to fall into her shoe with another squidge. This glob stayed put so she pushed the back of the spoon into it and smeared it around the inside. The white cream contrasted very well with the black suede. Suddenly a thought came to her. She picked the cream bowl up and scooped most of the remaining cream into her shoe. The cream filled the shoe easily and she had to push some of it down into the toe to get it all in. She picked out a nice dinner plate and placed the cream-filled shoe in the center. "where is it?", she cursed herself and then found what she was looking for. She filled the Icing bag with the remaining cream and then "primed" it. Slowly and with skill, she squeezed the cream around the shoe, between the shoe and the plate, starting at the toe and working around, under the arch and back to the toe again. She squeezed a little more out around the heel and still had a little left. Squeezing with even more skill, she made the last drops of cream into delicate swirled blobs on the toe of her shoe, and made a nice decorative line out of the strap. There were a few cherries left from her trifle, so Sarah placed one on eaach of the blobs. She also had some silver candy balls left, so carefully she pushed these into the cream on the strap of her shoe. "Now what?", she thought excitedly, and then grabbed a tin of peaches. Quickly opening it, she scooped out the peaches and set some of them in the cream filled shoe, the slices with one end poking out of the cream, and in some cases, the other end deep in the toe of her lovely black suede shoe. She took the other slices and arranged them in a pattern on the plate surrounding her masterpiece, and for the finale, she took the tin that the peaches came in and drizzled the syrup all over her shoe, the suede becoming slick and shiny very quickly. Sarah stood back and admired her work. This truely was a lovely messy shoe, and she had never felt as horny as she did right now, and she looked forward to eating her creation, or at least, out of it. "well", she said, "thats the dessert, now what about the first course?". She grinned and looked down at her clean clean left shoe. "Now should it be the soup, or should it be the roast?". She eyed her soup pan and made up her mind. A Shoe Stew! She lifted the lid and looked into the boiling liquid within. It was Chicken and Vegetable, her favourite. She took off her shoe and hung it in mid air above the bubbling soup. Fortunately she had made this soup in a large enough pan to accomodate her shoe. The strap drooped and touched the surface, making Sarahs body tingle. This tingle caused a sudden movement in her and the strap dissapeared beneath the surface, followed by an ich of the heel of her shoe. She touched the sole of her shoe onto the undulating surface of the soup and rested it there. It floated easily while she held the heel. The soup churned underneath and slopped around the edge of the shoe. Gently she forced the toe down a little, alowing the soup to creep up and onto the top of the toe. The surface tension of the soup created a tiny wall of liquid that slowly crept up and over the toe and eventualy reached the vamp. Sarah sighed contentedly as she watched with fascination at the strength of the soups surface. Eventually it broke and the soup flowed thickly into her shoe, filling the toe quickly and very, very nicely. She lifted the shoe out again, still holding the soup and brought it to her lips. She drank a little and then looked thoughtfull for a moment. "Needs more shoe I think", and grinning, she dipped the shoe back under the surface of the soup. She let it go and watched as it was slowly consumed by the creamy liquid. The top of the heel was the last clean piece visible, but that quickly disappeared with a prod of Sarahs spoon. Sarah almost gurgled with delight as she stirred the soup, watching the fleeting glimpses of her shiny, soup covered black shoe. Eventually she could wait no more, so she picked out a large bowl and scooped her shoe out of the soup. She laid it in the bowl and poured some soup in and over it. Sarah could hardly contain herself as she sat down and began to tuck into this most erotic of meals: Chicken, Vegetable and Shoe soup, followed by Shoe Trifle. As she finished off the soup, licking her shoe completely clean, inside and out, her mind was already turning to her shoe collection. What would be next? Red Patent Heels with a salad, and of course Honey Mustard Dressing, or Death By Chocolate Trainers? Whatever came next, she was glad she had tried this, and would definately try it again!!!