I was already packed, and ready to go. My dog sitter was arriving in about an hour, as well as my driver. I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment to contemplate. 'Did I have everything?' I had started packing a few days ago, so I was pretty confident I had everything I needed and more. I was so excited about going to meet my newfound hunk of blessing from the Lord in Mexico. He had to be the finest man yet. Built like a brick house, chocolate-coated skin, teeth as white as piano keys, and lips as big as cheeks. I couldn't wait to see him. He had recently texted me, to which I responded' Soon be in your arms, my sexy King man'. I thought of all the outfits I had packed including my suitcase full of high heels. I simply could not choose which ones to take, so I practically took them all, Yes all sixty-six pairs. That may sound rather extreme, but what's a girl to do? I had to have my complete selection to suit my mood, and I didn't know exactly what mood I'd be in when choosing my heels at the appropriate moment, so best to take them all so I had the choice.
I had on my pink florescent floral heels, to go with my hot pink, fitted cotton pants with a matching fitted jacket. My wonder Bra under my black V-neck T-shirt accentuated my breasts, which I loved. Sandy, my cocker spaniel lay at my feet, she knew I was going away. I picked her up, stroked, and cuddled her. 'Mummy will be back soon ok, David will take good care of you till I come home. I knew she could understand me. The doorbell rang. It was David. Sandy ran towards the door barking, as I opened it. My driver pulled up simultaneously. I said goodbye to Sandy and David and made my way to the airport.
I was traveling first class, so there was no queue at the check-in desk.. My driver placed my luggage on the scales. 'Mam, your overweight'. 'really? I said. how much overweight?' 'Let me see, fifteen pounds, on this suitcase mam. Lets weight the second suitcase and see'. She beckoned for my driver to place the second suitcase on the scales.' Yes you are nine pounds overweight on this one'. The suitcase that was the most overweight, contained all of my high heels and there was no way I was taking any out. 'Mam you can remove some of the items.' ' That won't be necessary' I said 'How much extra to pay? 'in total mam, £350.' I didn't flinch, I handed over my American Express. Meanwhile as if not to care, I casually looked down and behind me, to examine my heels. I had to make sure that the heel of my right foot was not scuffed, as it had got caught in the crack of the airport doorway on the way in. I was all paid up and on my way for a glass of Champaign in the VIP lounge.
On boarding the flight I heard a lady comment to her husband' Look at that lady in those heels, imagine wearing those on an eight-hour flight'. Well, it was clear by now, that I was not a person of the norm, so I smiled inside. I was asleep for most of the flight and was grateful that I could put my feet up and at least rest them. By the time we were about to land, my feet had swollen and I had trouble getting them back into my heels. I asked the attendant for a little ice, and gently massaged my feet back to size. .
Clearing customs was a breeze and as I collected my luggage from the conveyor belts, I strutted through immigration looking like a million dollars. Everyone smiled at me, greeted and welcomed me.
I screamed when I saw my man waiting for me, I elegantly cantered towards him and flung myself in his arms. He packed the car, and the next thing I knew we were dancing at the club after having had the best Mexican meal in Playa del Carma. We were in Lovers Paradise. It was time to go back to his apartment, for heels in the bedroom... to be continued!
