Blame Abba Chapter 2

Part 4 Out alone

I wanted something which would let me wear my black 4 inch leather stilettos with ankle straps, really sexy shoes, my very first pair of TV heels. I opened the wardrobe to get them out, then started choosing; black seamed stockings; a black thong; my waist cincher bustier; my short black leather mini skirt; a tight, white, turtle-necked stretch-knit top. It only took me twenty minutes to dress. With my big breast-forms lifted by the cincher, I felt - and looked - great. I redid my nails, stuck on bright red long fingernails, and finished my makeup, heavier than usual, I looked the part of a real tart, with my longish wig.

I looked so good, at least I thought I did, and I enjoyed acting really sluttily as I walked around the house. Though I'd hesitated to admit it to my sister, the attention I'd been getting earlier was a real thrill. I wanted – I needed – more. I decided. OK, maybe Jacqui might not approve but - I was going out. Again. And by myself this time. I grabbed my handbag and I was ready! I was totally dressed and in my makeup, and I had strutted and posed and fondled myself sexily in front of the two full length mirrors for over 30 minutes. There could be no mistaking me for anything but a 'tart'.

Walking into the garage with my knees shaking, it was difficult to keep my balance in such high heels. I paused at the door, doing a mental inventory to be sure that I had everything I needed. As I went into the garage I started to get the tingles. The first breath of outside air was exciting, and the coolness of the air under my skirt gave me as extra thrill. I listened to my heels as they clacked and echoed on the cement floor of the garage. New sensations. I was tingling with the excitement.

I opened the car door and slid my bum in first, as I had seen real women do. When I brought my right leg in, I had to raise my knee up because of the very high heel. It caused my legs to separate more and my skirt to slide above my stocking tops. Perfect! Even getting into and out of a car would be exciting! I brought in the other leg and realised my first problem. Driving in heels! I played around a little until I found the right position for my feet. My skirt was still raised to show my stocking tops a little but I didn't pull it down. It would be more exciting driving if I looked slutty.