Red Patent Leather Shoes

 

He stood in the hallway transfixed. The shoes outside the hotel door waited to be taken for polishing.

They called to him, luring his imagination to picture the shoe's owner. The 3-inch heels on these bright red patent leather shoes screamed brunette! She was already 5'8" tall, slender with just enough around her hips to please him. Her bright blue eyes, the color of cobalt glistened with merriment as her red lipstick lingered on her perfect mouth, the cupid's bow with twin-peaks encouraged him to kiss them.

He was startled back to the present by the sound of the ice machine dispensing its frozen gift. Walking down the hall to his room, he glanced back to the red shoes just as the bellhop was picking them up. He turned and called to the young man, telling him to put the tab for the polish on his room, room 119's. The kiss may yet be.

He waited impatiently the next day for the knock of fate on his door. He sat and wondered, he stood and looked out his window, ignoring the work piled upon the small table by the t.v., he paced the floor with an anxious tension. Sitting down once again, he contemplated just what he'd say to her when she arrived.

The knock came at 5:47 p.m. At last he would meet his dream. He rose stiffly and tried to calm his speeding heart, each step taking him closer to the red shoes and the woman. He didn't dare look through the peephole; he wanted total surprise.

Turning the knob he slowly opened the door to reveal the sexy brunette with those bright glistening eyes. True to his vision, the red lips formed a smile and spoke in a sultry voice, thanking him for his strange, but welcome gift. He asked her in, and she entered on a breeze of spice and unspoken pleasures.

Marriage and children followed as the years flew by. Each year on their anniversary, they would go back to the hotel to stay in room 119.

She would knock on his door, wearing something sexy, her red patent leather shoes, and that special smile those in love wear.

There it was, that knock again. He roused himself from sleep. On his way to the door he looked in the mirror and decided that his mussed hair gave him a cute, boyish look. He turned the knob to find he hoped the girl of his dreams.

His dreams did not do him proud. The owner of the 3" high heel red patent leather shoes was a 5'4" drag queen.

No longer do high heel pumps give him a thrill, and never again would he pick up the tab for a polish.