A manicured hand
The shoes were made of delicate strips of white leather
Backed by tantalising ankle straps, captivating heels
And pretty pink soles set off by bright aluminium spikes
Dipping each glorious foot in pure unadulterated eroticism
Beyond the shoes lay a pair of legs honed to perfection by
The Goddess of female flawlessness in lines of desire too
Heady to ignore, too perfect to resist. A veritable feast
Of sexual sumptuousness between two shoes that tonight
Patrolled the corridors of Willow Grove girls finishing school
A manicured hand reached out from the shadows and caught
The arm of a girl hurrying along the corridor. 'Nice top, but what's
Your hurry young lady?' 'I have to be up early tomorrow miss and
I haven't had a shower yet' replied Samantha shocked to find
Someone still up at this time of night. 'Well, we can take one
Together if you like I was just on my way there myself. I'm surprised
We haven't met before my name's Yvonne by the way and it's my
Job to make sure new girls settle in properly.' With that the two
Girls made their way towards warm water, lather and…
Steam filled the room as powerful jets heated the still air bringing
A tropical humidity to an atmosphere heavily laced with
With perfume and fragrant emollient. Neither girl could see the
Other but soon a manicured hand reached out through the mist
Prompting a sharp squeal from Samantha…
Samantha came alive that night forming a friendship that would
Last a good deal longer than the steam, the bubbles
And the manicure
©Joseph G Dawson
14/11/2015
A manicured hand
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