The gentleman

It's a bright and sunny morning, as you head out of your house and across the street. It's been a while since you've seen your friend Parker, and you're headed over to get him. You head around his house to the back porch, and knock on the sliding glass door. Peering inside, there doesn't appear to be anyone home. You curse slightly under your breath, as your knock is met with no response. You glance down at your brightly colored shoes, and notice a few select objects of interest only inches to your right. Kimberley's shoes.

Kimberley's always been the one MILF you've had an eye on, and despite your relationship with Parker, there was no way you would ever pass up on an opportunity to get with her.

She's a quiet lady in her mid 40s, with black hair just past her shoulders, and grey eyes that held a secret you couldn't quite uncover. She was small in stature, probably about five feet, and shockingly curvy.

You glance down at the pile of shoes lying on the porch. Her heels are lying on their sides, casually kicked off after a long day at work you assume. You glance around to make sure nobody is watching, before bending down and picking up the heels. You press your nose to the toe section and inhale deeply, breathing in the faint scent of Kim's feet. It's slightly musty, and quite faint, but it leaves you wanting more. You try your luck at the other heel, pressing your face in and taking a deep breath.

Suddenly, you hear the door open. Kim is standing in the doorway, and for a moment you have no idea how to explain the incredibly strange situation she walked in on. She gives you a disbelieving look, and hesitates for a moment, as if deciding how to react.