Brittney, the Tapgirl Princess

Television news reporting seems like a glamorous career, which is one reason, of course, why Brittney had asked news reporter Kelly Clark about the possibility of interning at the station during the summer. And Kelly could have told her that it does indeed have its glamorous moments. One thing that made it that way for this gorgeous blonde ex-cheerleader local reporter was the opportunity to meet and socialize with all sorts of dignitaries who came through the town, whether it was the U.S. Congressman who came to discuss election campaign strategies with Forest Glen's mayor, or the European automobile magnate who was doing business with the president of the major tire manufacturing company located in town.



It was, in fact, the visit of Roger Werner, Chief Executive Officer of Bavarian Motor Works, the German automobile giant, who provided Ms Clark with a week of excitement she would long remember. On his first evening in town, Mr. Werner happened to catch the local news on T.V. in his hotel room and saw Ms Clark reporting on the opening of the new Rollerblading Park at the edge of the Town Mall. The next day, during his meetings with Howard Ryder, president of the Glen Tire Manufacturing Plant, he made a flattering comment about the "blonde bombshell of a news reporter" who he'd seen on T.V.



As it happened, Mr. Ryder was a good friend of Kelly Clark's, his company having sponsored her as Forest Glen's candidate for Miss Teen USA, some years ago. (She did respectfully well in the competition, coming in 4th in the State.) He put in a call to her at the T.V. station.



"Kelly, dear!" Mr. Ryder intoned with gusto. "I wonder if you could do me a favor. I've got a guest here from out of town, from Germany actually, who's going to be meeting with me for the next week or so, and he doesn't know anyone else here outside the company. I wonder if you'd be available tonight to go out with him for a drink, or maybe even dinner. Here, let me put him on the line. Kelly Clark meet Roger Werner."



Within two minutes of Roger's getting on the phone, Kelly knew this was no ordinary "guest." She was incredibly taken with his erudite manner and the sound of his German-accented English. She suggested that she was free for dinner after work, and she'd take him to the best place in town and even offered to make it a dutch treat. They agreed to meet at Sauvingion's at 8 pm. "I hate to make it that late but my newscast doesn't end until 6:30." That evening she read her script so fast the producer gestured wildly with his hands to try to slow her down, and even then her co-anchor had a minute to kill at the end of the program. As soon as the camera light went off, Kelly jumped out of her chair and ran back to get her things and out to her car.



She decided to wear her lowest-cut dress, the maroon and white one with ultra-thin shoulder straps, and she put on some black open-toed slingback 4-inch steel-tipped heels and black stockings. She wore her blonde hair down and combed it so it hung down over her left eye and down to her shoulders.



Howard had told her that Roger was good looking, but Kelly was still overwhelmed. He was tall, well over 6 feet, trim, had a strong face, deep-set eyes, and dark brown hair tinged with grey on the side. He was wearing a business suit, but still looked casual and comfortable. Kelly noticed his shoes immediately–well-polished black oxfords–and she realized that she'd noticed the shoes because they had made a clicking sound when he walked towards her. It was still rare for men to have taps on their shoes at that time in Forest Glen, so she wondered if things were different in Germany.



Roger turned out to be a very interesting man—with many talents besides running a huge company. And mixed with Kelly's professional interviewing skills, the dinner conversation was as fulfilling as the chateaubriand and the filet of sole that they each respectively consumed from their dinner plate. A bottle of the finest French wine (it had been hard to select the right wine for their quite differing entrée selections) and an apparatif to end the meal, and they were ready for a good long walk along the paved river walk that snaked behind the restaurant over to the downtown shopping area.



As these two attractive, finely dressed individuals walked out of the restaurant, the sharp clip-clip sounds of their footwear attracted extra attention from the patrons and staff. That led Kelly to comment as they reached the privacy of the paved path, "Did you notice people looking at us when we left the restaurant? I think part of it was the noise our shoes were making. We've got a little fashion statement going on in this town related to steel taps on the heels of people's shoes. I put steel tips on these sandals' heels. It sounded like your heels also have steel taps."



"As a matter of fact, they do." Roger stopped and raised his left foot, holding on to its ankle with his right hand. "These are called 'quarter-tips,' I suppose because they run about a quarter of the way around the back and side edges. But I didn't have them put on the shoes; that's just the way they were sold at the store in London, where I bought them. I'm pretty sure the shoes were made that way—see how the steel tip is level with the top layer of leather." Then Roger added, "They even came with large rims around the toe area of the sole," and he pointed the 2-inch long toe plates out to Kelly as well.



"Is it common in Europe for men to have steel taps on their shoes?" asked Kelly.



"Well, not as common as it used to be. For many decades, military men wore horseshoe shaped steel plates on their heels, called heel irons, and rims around the front of the soles. You still see heel irons sometimes on parade boots that soldiers and guards wear—and also on policemen's boots. But also, especially in big cities like London and Berlin, businessmen have shoes like mine with steel quarter-tips. Do you like the sound they make?"



Kelly had a long answer to that one. "You bet I do! Very authoritative! I actually love hearing the taps sound on my own shoes. I started putting metal taps on my shoes a month or two ago when I did a T.V. news story about the high school kids who went on strike when the school people told them they couldn't have taps on their shoes. At first I just put some metal taps on a pair of pairs of flats to see what it felt like listening to my walk. But I liked them so much, I took a dozen pair of my shoes, into the shoe repair shop and had taps put on them—little steel tips on stilettos like these, but larger half-moon taps on loafers, sandals, and boots." Then she added, with somewhat of an embarrassed expression, "I even put some tap dance taps on shoes I go dancing in and some horseshoe taps on some platform boots I often wear when I go out for drinks!"



Roger couldn't resist the suggestion: "We should go out for drinks once before I leave town. I'd like to see you in those horseshoe-tapped platform boots!"



They'd been walking along the river walk for about 10 minutes and had reached its end, where the river crosses Main St. Rather than turning back, they turned left and walked along the near-deserted downtown street. The taps on Kelly's slingback sandals made a particularly noisy racket as they walked along the uneven pavement of the sidewalk downtown.



"It's not that uncommon in Britain to hear women with metal tips like you've got on your high heels. In fact," Roger thought for a minute, "I'd guess 10% of British professional women have shoes with steel stiletto tips." He paused for a moment, then added, "Not so much in Germany, though. If you notice metal taps on a German woman's shoes, it's usually on the boots of a punk rocker chick!"



"Well, I'm not into punk, but I do like the sound that metal taps make!" said Kelly. "They sound great on your shoes, too." Then she stopped, turned towards Roger, and smiled. "Guess what?" she continued. "We're right in front of the shoe repair place where everyone goes to get taps on their shoes and boots. Look inside the window of Sam's shop. You can see shoes lined up waiting to be picked up by their owners. I see quite a few that look like they have metal taps on the heels. Mostly kids' shoes, but also women's and even men's. Yes, how about that! Even the men in this town are starting to put taps on their shoes! Look, there's the big board that Sam keeps a sample of each size of tap he has. See all the different sizes of horseshoe taps. You know, looking at those horseshoe taps, I think they would be great on my red cowgirl boots. Those boots have two-inch half-moon taps on them now, but they'd look much better with horseshoes!"



Roger reacted to Kelly's mention of cowgirl boots. "Wow! I'd love to see you in those red cowgirl boots some time. In fact, is there a place around here to go horseback riding? It's one of my favorite things to do."



"As a matter of fact, there is a great riding place out on Highway 28, at the Merced Ranch. I could go with you there some time this week, if you'd like," she suggested, hoping he'd agree to a second date with her.



Roger took the bait—actually he was just waiting for an opportunity to ask to see Kelly again. So they agreed to go on Friday morning, since most of his work would be done by then, and she didn't have to be at the station until 2 p.m.



The next morning, in preparation for her Friday morning horseback riding date, Kelly gathered up her red cowgirl boots and, on the way to work, she took them in to Sam's. Sam greeted her at the door of his shop.



"Hello, Kelly, dear. What brings you in today? Oh, I see you brought your red Western boots with you. Are you going to a rodeo today?" He laughed.



"Actually, I'm going to wear them horseback riding Friday with a German gentleman! I brought them in because I'd like to have horseshoe taps put on the heels—I think cowgirl boots ought to make horseshoe imprints in the dirt, don't you?!!"



"Yes, of course they should, dear," said Sam. "But to be honest, honey, if you want to impress your German friend, you really should wear riding boots to go horseback riding. These nice cowboy boots ought to be worn dancing, not riding! Don't you have any riding boots?"



"Well, no actually, I don't. I don't really ride all that much."



"O.K., well I'll fix these up with horseshoes, just in case you don't have a chance to get riding boots before Friday. You want to wait for them or pick them up later?"



"I guess I'll pick them up tomorrow morning."



So Kelly left her red cowgirl boots at Sam's and went on in to the T.V. station, thinking all afternoon about riding boots. That night, instead of going straight home, she drove out to the mall, to the Western Outfitters shop where she'd remembered seeing riding boots for sale. She asked about the one's she'd seen, tall tight black leather boots with broad flat hard rubber heels and leather soles. She learned that they had one more pair left in her size, 8B. She was really excited until she saw the price on them, $280. But she convinced herself that they were the kind of boots she could wear lots of other places besides riding—out on dates and even maybe in to work, with a long skirt. So after trying them on and being satisfied that they fit her well enough, she plunked down her credit card.



The next morning, she brought her new riding boots in to show Sam.



"Kelly, dear, those are a fantastic pair of boots…almost too nice to go horseback riding in. I was thinking more of some dirty brown work boots, but, well, I'm sure these will be fine for your purposes" (and he gave her a sly wink). He started to give them back to her and then she stopped him.



"Uh-uh, Sam," said Kelly. "They need to have taps on them. And because I spent so much money on them, I want them to have the biggest, baddest plates you can put on them." She laughed, but she was deadly serious.



Sam thought for a moment and fished out some taps from the boxes he kept behind the counter. "O.K., sweetie, how is this?" He showed her a pair of large steel horseshoe plates for the heels, some #8 toe taps that fit around the toes just perfectly, and a pair of #3 taps for the sides of the soles.



"That looks just awesome—just like I've got on my platform boots!" said Kelly. "Today I'm not in a hurry so I'll just wait for them."



"You know," called out Sam, as he was working on Kelly's shoes. "I think I met your German friend yesterday! This tall, debonair guy with some kind of European accent came in to get some plates put on some new shoes he'd just bought."



"Was he, like, over 6 feet tall with dark brown hair streaked with grey at the temples?"



"Yeah, that describes him pretty well. Well, anyway, I could tell he was wearing metal plates already on the shoes he was wearing…"



"That must be him," Kelly interrupted. "He wore what he called 'quarter-tips' on the shoes he wore Monday night when we went to dinner. What kind of plates did he want?"



"He showed me those quarter-tips and asked if I could do that on his new shoes. But those plates are built into the heel, so instead I put on #8s. He seemed quite satisfied with them. He also asked for 'large rims,' as he called them, on the toes, so I put on #8's on the toes too, just like I'm putting on yours now. But the shoes he got the plates for were office shoes; I don't think he'll be wearing those for riding."



"Interesting," said Kelly, mostly to herself. "Maybe I ought to see if he wants to go out drinking tonight!"



"What's that?" asked Sam. "I couldn't hear you."



"Nothing," said Kelly. "Just thinking out loud."



When Kelly got to work, she phoned her friend Howard at the tire factory and asked if Roger was around. Before Howard buzzed Roger to tell him Kelly was on the phone, he whispered to her, "He's been in a fantastic mood this week. I think he's going to make a long-term commitment to have us be his tire supplier. Do I have you to thank for this?"



"Well, I don't know. We've only had one date!" Still, she was pleased he seemed to be liking her as much as she enjoyed being with him.



"Kelly! Nice to hear from you!" said Roger into the phone. "It seems so long since we had dinner, and its been only two days. Are we still on for Friday morning? …. Good, but you know, I'd like to see you before then. Would you like to go out for drinks after work tonight?"



"Roger, I had the exact same idea!" Kelly exclaimed. "And a little birdy told me that you got a new pair of oxfords this week. I hope you'll wear them tonight! I want to hear…er I mean see them!"



"News travels fast in this town," Roger replied.



They agreed to meet at the bar at the hotel where Roger was staying. Kelly wanted to show Roger her red cowgirl boots that she'd just had horseshoe taps put on so she dressed the part with a matching bright red shirt, black jeans, and a black cowboy hat. She also filled an overnight bag with a change of clothes so she could change into something more appropriate to the business wear that Roger was no doubt going to have on.



When Kelly walked in to the darkened hotel bar, several patrons turned to see who was coming in making such distinct clip-clop sounds with her boots. Despite Kelly's getup, several of the men recognized her as the T.V. news reporter from KFGC. A number of them whistled, and that drew the attention of Roger who was sitting at the other end of the bar. He'd been talking with the bartender and hadn't noticed Kelly arrive. As soon as he realized the sexy-looking cowgirl walking towards him was Kelly, he got up and walked across the room to greet her. The brand new steel plates on his shoes made almost as much noise as Kelly's had made coming in. When the bar patrons noticed him approaching the young woman, they realized it was more than coincidental that the two of them both had steel-plated footwear.



"Well, hello, cowgirl!" said Roger, as they hugged upon reaching one another.



"I hope this outfit didn't freak you out," said Kelly. "I wore my red cowgirl boots to show you because I decided they wouldn't be right for our horseback ride on Friday, and I wanted you to see them. See, now they have horseshoe taps on the heels!" Kelly lifted her leg back of her so Roger could see the new full-sized metal heel taps. "I have a change of clothes in the car if you'd feel better if I was in a more conservative outfit!"



"No, that's fine. I like what you're wearing, very much. But if would you take your hat off, then I could see more of your luscious blonde hair and your beautiful face!" Kelly smiled coyly and removed her hat. Roger continued, "Let's go over to that booth over in the corner." Roger pointed out their destination, and then he remembered about the drink that he'd left at the bar. "Let me get my drink and I'll meet you over there."



Kelly watched as Roger went over to the bar to get his drink. She noticed both by sound and by sight the large taps under the heels of his dress oxfords, smaller than the horseshoes she had on the heels of her cowgirl boots, but still sounding impressive anyway.



When they met at the table, Kelly told him, "I already knew about your metal heel taps."



"Yes, I expected that was so because of the comment you made earlier on the phone. Did the shoe repair man tell you?"



"As a matter of fact, he did," replied Kelly. "When I went in to Sam's to get these horseshoe taps on my boots, he mentioned that a European gentleman had come in and asked for heel plates. I figured it must have been you." She didn't tell him about the riding boots and all the steel she'd had put on those because she wanted to surprise him on Friday morning.



"Yes, the plates he put on these shoes are bigger than the quarter-tips on my other ones. But actually they're quite nice! They make a nice sound."



Kelly ordered a gin and tonic, and she and Roger chatted for more than an hour. She learned he'd been divorced a year ago from his wife, a physician, and that he didn't have any children. He learned she'd been a high school cheerleader and tennis player and a college drama major and that she'd come back to her home town to be near her mom, who'd been seriously ill and had, in fact, died last summer. In his gut, Roger already wanted to take her back to Germany with him, but as a successful businessman, he knew it was important not to make rush judgments. It was also important to make sure they were compatible in bed!



Similar thoughts were running through Kelly's head. As comfortable as it was to be in her hometown, now that she didn't have any real reason to stay here except for her TV job, she found herself hoping that this new friendship would lead someplace—and quickly, since Roger would be gone by Monday morning.



After a couple of drinks, and a sandwich, they decided to go for a walk. Roger put his arm around Kelly, and that made her feel all tingly inside. Their shoes made pleasant, harmonic sounds on the sidewalk. At one point, Roger said, "Kelly, I truly feel so lucky to have met you on this trip. Imagine, here I am in the United States of America, walking down the street with a gorgeous young woman, a television star, who's wearing a black western hat and red cowboy boots with large steel horseshoe plates clip-clopping as we walk along—it's simply magical!"



Kelly stopped, turned towards Roger, stood up on her tiptoes, put her arms around him, and pulled him down so she could give him a long, wet, open-mouthed kiss. They embraced for a full minute. Then, Roger asked her if she'd like to go up to his room to watch some T.V. Kelly smiled and nodded yes, and then she suggested that they first go to her car so she could get the bag with her change of clothes (which in fact also had a nightgown and toiletries as well).



On their way into the hotel, at the front desk they picked up a DVD to watch in the room. Over Kelly's mild protestations, Roger selected the movie To Die For, with Nicole Kidman. "I want to see what a real local TV newswoman is like!" he told her in jest. Kelly complained that people have told her to her face that she reminded them of Nicole Kidman, both in the way she looks ("pouting one moment and smiling the next") and in the way she carried herself ("walking fast and making lots of noise doing so"). She added, "It's been hard to avoid cracks about being an evil, scheming woman. Please know that I don't go around luring teenagers into murdering men!" Roger laughed.



As Roger was setting up the T.V. and the DVD player and turning down the lights, Kelly took off her red cowgirl boots and put them on the floor. Roger noticed her doing so.



"Let me see your boots," Roger asked, as he slipped off his own shoes. He picked up Kelly's boots and examined this flashy red pair of strictly feminine cowboy boots that had silver toe and heel decorations above the toe and the heel and large metal taps underneath. Meanwhile, Kelly picked up his shoes to look at them as well.



"I like those huge toe taps on your shoes," Kelly said. "They're number 8's, just like you have on the heels. I always try to have larger heel taps than toe taps, but the only larger taps you could have on these heels would be horseshoes!" She thought for a moment. "You know, Roger, horseshoe plates would look fantastic on these oxfords. Really powerful!"



Roger demurred. "In Europe, men don't put heel irons on dress shoes, except if you're in the guard or something. But I agree that the sound they make is very powerful."



"I've got an idea," said Kelly. "Another way to get that extra clop sound that horseshoes make when you land on the front part of your shoe is to put taps on the sides of the soles." She pointed to the instep and on the opposite side of the sole. "Have you ever seen them on the sides?"



"No, I don't think so," replied Roger. "I've seen lots of military boots with metal hobnails on the soles, but people don't wear hobnails on oxfords except in the military."



Kelly continued. "I've got side taps on my platform boots. As a matter of fact, I've got those boots in my bag. Let me show you." So Kelly brought out her black chunky-heeled platform ankle boots with wide 2-inch heels that had horseshoe taps on the heels and side and toe taps on the platform sole. "See. This is how they look. You need thick soles for side taps, but you've got thick enough soles on your new shoes so side taps would work pretty well. And the side taps would make up for the fact that you don't have horseshoe plates on the heels."



Roger answered, "Kelly, darling, if you think I should put side taps on these shoes, then I will go right out and get that done tomorrow morning. I want to do right by you in every way." He kissed her several times, and each time Kelly kissed him back even harder. Roger gently fondled her breasts, and Kelly pressed her hand into his groin. They caressed each other for awhile, and then each slowly pulled back. Roger broke the short silence: "Kelly, my love, let us turn on the video and see what kind of a newswoman you are really like and what I'm getting myself into!"





The lovemaking that occurred that night was exquisite—tender, passionate, and prolonged. It was the best that each of them had experienced in many years. In the morning, they felt even better about one another, and themselves, and they both found it almost impossible to get out of bed. But job responsibilities called, and since Kelly had some interviews to do that evening they acknowledged that they wouldn't get to spend time together until their Friday morning riding date.



Friday morning finally arrived. It was already warm outside. Kelly put on some tight black pants and a loose-fitting white blouse. She spent a long time in front of the mirror, not quitting until she felt she looked just right. Then, after first admiring the four pair of steel plates attached to the bottoms of her new tall black riding boots, she pulled them up onto her feet, making sure her pants were carefully tucked inside the boots. Finally, she grabbed her black cowboy hat, put it on, and adjusted it so a thick wave of bright blonde hair came out from under the hat, in front of her left eye and along her cheek. When she felt completely ready, she called Roger and asked him to come by to pick her up.



Meanwhile, Roger gathered up what clothes he had brought along that he might go riding in—a casual light blue sports shirt and some blue jeans. But on his feet, he had a surprise for Kelly. After their first get together on Monday, he'd called his secretary back in Germany and asked her to Fed-Ex overnight his brown leather riding boots to him. These riding boots had the kind of built-in horseshoe-shaped heel irons he'd told Kelly about—a half-inch thick edging of steel all around the back and side of the heels. The day before, he'd taken them to Sam's shoe repair and had had large #8 plates put on the front of the sole and substantial #5's put on both sides of the sole. He thought they'd make a great impression on his riding partner.



Kelly heard Roger pull up in front of her house, and she heard him even more clearly walk up the pathway to her door. Sounds like metal taps, she thought. She peeked out her window. He looked just the way she'd hoped he would—strong, clean, and ready to roll. He seemed more a cowboy than a corporate executive, and that suited her fine this morning.



"Roger, those are fantastic looking boots! Did you buy them this week too?" Kelly asked.



"No, actually, I had them shipped from Germany just for this morning's ride," he told her honestly.



"Wow! Can I see the taps on them?" she asked. "Come on in. Let's sit down for awhile before we head out." Roger took the offered seat on Kelly's richly upholstered side-chair. She sat down on it's mate. He lifted his right leg and crossed it over his left knee so Kelly could see the taps.



"Awesome!" she cried, in her best I-used-to-be-a-cheerleader voice. "I like the way the steel is built right into the heel, just like you said they do in Europe. Monster toe taps and big side taps too—hey, you said you didn't know about side taps."



"That's true! Yesterday, after we talked Wednesday evening, I took these boots to Sam's and asked him to put the side and toe taps on them, just for you!"



Kelly smiled. "Hey, this means our shoes are fitted with taps exactly the same way this morning. Look at my brand new riding boots. I got them especially for today!" She crossed her left leg over her right knee and showed Roger an almost identical pattern of metal taps— horseshoes on the heels, two side taps (hers weren't quite as large as Roger's) and huge #8 toe taps. "Well, we really are a couple, aren't we! So what are we waiting for! Let's go riding!" They both rose from their chairs, turned towards one another, and gave each other the first of a hundred kisses they would share that morning.



Out to Roger's car the lovers went, sweetly holding hands, their majestic steel heel and sole plates pounding and scraping on the sidewalk, off to meet their horses.





Forest Glen did not get its name by accident. Surrounding the town on three sides were woods and streams. But to the north, where Roger and Kelly drove this morning, was a series of rolling hills and gentle valleys. It was in this area where Merced Ranch was located and where horses were available to ride, for a hefty fee, of course. Kelly had called earlier in the week and reserved the ranch's two best horses, a Palomino named Diablo for Roger and a chestnut mustang named Sara for Kelly. As they finished saddling the horses, Kelly noticed in the dirt the horseshoe-shaped impressions made by her boots' taps and that made her drawn even more to her horse, Sara. She gave her a gentle kiss and patted her face. Roger's steel heel plates didn't make such a sharp impression in the dirt because his were flush with the heel, but Kelly noticed one print in the dirt and pointed it out to Roger. After preparing their saddles, the two of them mounted their horses, and rode off towards the start of the trail at the edge of the fields by the stable.



It was a wonderful morning, and Kelly and Roger enjoyed a relaxing ride along the hillside and into the neighboring valley. They rode across several small streams and nearby an old quarry. By the quarry, they dismounted and walked across the cement yard where the quarry trucks had pulled up to take on their loads. They enjoyed a little interlude dragging their steel horseshoe taps along the cement and making as much noise as they could. But then Kelly's horse, Sara, got frightened from the scraping sounds the taps made, and they had to stop and settle her down.



On their way back to the ranch, the riders stopped one more time, under the shade of several oak trees. They tied up their horses where the horses could nibble on the wild grass, and the two lovers lay down in the shade and kissed and caressed one another's faces and arms. Kelly lifted up her blouse and brought Roger's head towards her bosom. He rested his face in her breasts for awhile, and then drew his mouth towards one breast and sucked her tit, squeezing the other strongly and insistently with his hand. Then Kelly sat up and Roger lay down, and Kelly reached over and squeezed his cock, first through his pants and then directly skin against skin. She drew her face towards his now-erect penis, opened her mouth wide, and bent her head down hard against it, sucking and licking and caressing, first slowly and gently and then ever more aggressively and rapidly. Roger pulled at her jeans and together they drew the jeans and her panties down below the knees so he could easily reach in and grasp for her pussy. Her whole area was moist and he massaged her clit and reached his fingers into her wet vagina, first one finger, then two, then as her opening widened, he thrust as much of his hand forward as he could, as she moaned with pleasure. Meanwhile, Kelly's hands kept massaging Roger's member and she felt some pre-cum on her palm. Roger then motioned Kelly to get on her knees leaning forward against the base of the tree while he mounted her from behind. As he thrust his penis forward and held her breast with one hand, his other hand braced against Kelly's boot for support and he felt the large cold steel horseshoe plate of her boot's heel. That made him thrust harder and faster which then made Kelly even more out of control than she was. She called out to him, "Cum, dear God! Please Roger, please cum in me, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" He grabbed her steel horseshoe plate again, and shouted as his thrusting increased to a crescendo. "Yes, I need to fuck you, Kelly! My tap babe in horseshoes! Take my cum, Kelly. Take it NOW!" And he squirted his juice inside her and kept pumping until his jism had been all released.



Kelly was the first to awaken. Roger lay on top with his arms draped around her. She withdrew one of his arms enough to turn over on her back and plant a kiss on his cheek. Then she released herself some more and sat up, looking now at his thighs and the tops of his boots. She remembered his horseshoe taps and wanted to touch them. She crawled forward and grasped his boot in her hands. She caressed the leather along the top of the shoe and then felt the cold steel under the heel in her hands. She smiled. Suddenly she had the idea that her horseshoe taps and his should come together, like they had themselves. She crawled forward until the two of them lay end to end, each on their stomach, boot soles touching. She adjusted her position just enough to let the toes of her boots' heels meet his, metal taps clicking against each other. Then she slid backward just so slightly, so their side taps touched, and she brushed her feet up and down to make the two sets of taps scrape softly against one another. Finally, she moved back slightly again to place the heels of her boots against his boot heels. She moved her left boot up and down against his, the two large steel horseshoe plates scraping past one another, and then she did the same with the tap on the heel of her right boot. What a sweet sound the horseshoe taps made together, she thought. After that, she relaxed and closed her eyes.



A few minutes later, Roger awoke and saw Kelly lying there at his feet facing away from him. He had been totally oblivious to her extra love making, but he was serenely happy. He stood up, pulled up his pants and arranged himself, and then gently prodded Kelly to wake up.



"Kelly, dear, it is nearly noon. I think we need to get back."



She awoke again, smiled, remembering her secret touching of their taps, and said softly, "Roger, kiss me." He got down on his knees at her side, his sunlit horseshoe taps shining in her eyes, and began to kiss her, first gently and, as she kissed back, then passionately.



"Roger?"



"Yes, sweety?"



"I want to stay with you. I don't want you to leave."



"Well, darling, we still have this weekend to be together. Let us enjoy the time we have together and plan the next steps to keep our love alive."



That was nice enough for Kelly to hear. She got to her feet and pulled Roger up with her. They retrieved their horses, mounted them, and rode back to the stables.



After a brief separation for their respective Friday afternoon business obligations, Kelly and Roger returned to each other that evening, and spent the next 60 hours together, in each other's arms—and, of course, clickety-clacking together in their tappity shoes all weekend long. By Monday morning, when Roger drove off to the county airport to return to his home in Germany, Kelly knew where her future was going to be, and it was going to be far, far away from Forest Glen, in the arms of a rugged, handsome businessman whose boots and shoes, like her own, were fitted with the steel of their love.