Creaking Heels IV - Spanish Holiday
(Published on Friday, June 11, 2004)
This illustrated story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st part of this story, click Creaking Heals.

I cannot tell all the stories relating to creaky shoes worn by my wife because that would take forever. Right through the `80s my wife always wore her shoes with bare feet. She preferred it and so did I. Stockings and tights do nothing for me I am afraid, but we all have our preferences. Some of the shoes she wore had leather uppers whilst some were made from man-made materials which can be just as noisy and sexy, but I always preferred the real leather shoes as they always gave out that "aura" of
quality, the feel and the smell, especially the smell which comes with leather shoes that have been well worn, and with stiletto shoes - well - what more can you wish for?

Jumping a few years now to 1993 , my kids being 5 and 6 years old, we all went for a holiday in Spain and I made sure my wife packed a couple of pairs of stilettos for her to wear for me at night time, either at a restaurant for late night shopping, or for dancing at the night clubs. My children always had a late night and came with us for the shopping and to the restaurants, but were looked after whilst we went to the night clubs by the child watch.

On one particular night, after midnight in fact, my wife decided to go to a nightclub and put on some sexy stretch jeans which zipped up at the ankles, and a pair of really sexy black pointed stilettos, but she disappointed me by putting on a pair of short white ankle socks (which was unheard of). I told her I preferred that she wore her sexy shoes barefoot, to which she replied that her feet were a little bit tired, red and swollen after we had been walking around most of the night.

Now these shoes were hand made black patent leather with beautiful brown insoles and brown leather uppers. She had always creaked these shoes at home, no matter what the weather, either freezing cold or red hot, both shoes always started to creak after they had warmed up inside. Sometimes that could take up to half an hour, then you would just hear a sound from one of the shoes and know that they were about to start. Sure enough, her bare feet would start to go reddy purple, the veins would stand out down the front of her feet and both shoes would begin to creak quietly at first and then both would become really noisy as the leather heated up without sweating inside.

Once they had started and had really warmed up, these sexy shoes would both happily creak all day with no problem and would progressively get louder and louder as the day wore on. I was not sure about the Spanish temperatures, whether it would be too hot but I was prepared to see what would happen, and I was not disappointed. However, on this particular night, she wanted to wear ankle socks!!! She did look sexy, no doubt about it, but both shoes went quiet on me as we set off to the nightclub. She stayed on her feet until 5 in the morning and then we set off back to the hotel.
 

On the road outside the nightclub, I realized that she was really creaking her left shoe, even though she was still wearing ankle socks. I could not understand what was happening inside. I suggested that, as it was a warm night we could walk back to the hotel, and she agreed much to my excitement. Her left shoe was creaking violently and uncontrollably as we set off along the quiet roads. In fact, apart from the incessant noises from her left shoe, and the sounds of steel heels on concrete, you could hear a pin drop, but I was intrigued to find out what was happening inside her shoe. I had an immense hard-on, and I did not have long to wait.

At one stage she stopped walking, eased off her left shoe, and started rubbing the ball of her foot. She said, "My left foot is really killing me and I am not sure what is causing it. My left shoe has been creaking like mad all night. I went into the ladies room, and everyone stopped what they were doing, and stopped to stare. Even when I was dancing I could feel it creaking  and groaning although no-one could  have heard it over all the loud music."

That was when I spotted that her big toenail was sticking through a hole in her sock!!! The nail itself had a sharp zagged edge, which must have cut through the cotton sock, and as she carried on dancing the night away, the bare toenail with diamond hard BLUE nail varnish had got to work on the shoe upper, and I was hearing the result now. The sock soaked up any sweat whilst the toenail creaked against the leather, and when my wife popped her shoe back on, she creaked it all the way to the hotel. Together with the sexy sound of her heels on the quiet roads, this was music to my ears. The temperature outside was 22 degrees centigrade, very warm for early morning, and had it been 30 or even 40 degrees, the sock would have absorbed the heat and the sweat, and this shoe would have creaked for a week non-stop. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT.

She must have seen her toenail sticking through the sock, but she did not do anything about it. That was what I found really sexy, as she could easily have pushed the big toe back inside the sock, but did not do so. She sexily forced her left foot, complete with ankle sock and blue toenail sticking out, back (protesting) into the sexy left black spike, which creaked immediately as she stood up. Teetering on those high heels, we continued our slow walk back to our hotel.

Back at the hotel, she took off her shoes and socks and went straight to the toilet. I grabbed her shoes and socks, which were really wet and sweaty. I was really turned on by the hole in the left sock and both shoes were really sexy, clammy and smelly, having been danced in  ALL night. That fuck me left shoe had been at it ALL night, and the sock was just a limp wet rag. She was wearing this very same pair of sexy black heels one afternoon when we were out for a drive in the hirecar.

We were following another car with the head of a dog sticking out the passenger window. There was just one person in the car at the wheel when, suddenly he tried to grab the dog`s tail as it tried to jump out the car window. This meant letting go the steering wheel, but the dog jumped out the open window and into a ploughed field, and the car ended up in a hedge. We pulled up behind the car, as all we could see was the back of the car sticking out of the hedge. It was raining as we approached the car,
but we had to find a way into the field. I told my wife to stay in our car, but she refused. She had bare legs and feet, and I noticed both her stilettos were creaking furiously as we tried to find a way into this field, and then we found a very muddy entrance.

Looking into the field, we could see the dog no worse for it`s ordeal, and we could see the front of the crashed car sticking out of the hedge 200 yards into the ploughed field. Carefully we entered the field, but after a while it was clear we were not going to get very far and we had to stop. I told my wife to stay put, but she refused. She hesitated, stood still, then moved her right foot across, and her whole right foot, complete with stiletto, disappeared into creamy coloured wet clay, and this sludge made a horrible slurping noise as she yanked her foot out the ooze. She then moved her right leg across to the right again, but then her foot and shoe disappeared again into wet clay. This time she sank all the way to within 2 inches of her right knee!

With the rain increasing, she tried to move her right leg, which could move a little, but she was trapped. All you could hear was a sloppy wet noise from the mud as she desperately tried to move her leg. Her left leg was okay, but it was obvious that if she moved that one as well, we would be in trouble. She tried to move her right leg in the sludge, but it was so stiff that a large hole started to be created around her leg, but nothing could shift this stuff, and then the hole started to fill up with dirty water. Her right shoe was almost half a metre under this sludge!!!

I asked her to sit down on my coat, and tried to get her right leg as horizontal as possible. All the time her leg was making slurping and glooping sounds as it would not be pulled out. I did not want to lose her shoe, and told her so. I rammed my arm into the mud and grabbed her ankle. Her feet were very cold, and I at last managed to get hold of her foot, together with her stiletto, and PULLED. There was a huge squelching and gurgling sound as her leg was released, together with her shoe covered in sludge. I told her to stay where she was whilst I checked up on the guy in the crashed car who turned out just to be shaken. The dog being okay, we both wearily trudged back to our car.

She kept her shoes on as we travelled back to the hotel, and the heater was on full all the way. Then as we arrived at the hotel, she climbed out the car, and immediately as she transferred her weight on to her left foot, her shoe groaned, then she pulled out her right one covered in drying mud, put it down on the floor, and then both shoes creaked into the hotel. I could not believe my ears. I asked her to leave her shoes on as we got in to the house, and then I shagged her up against the wall, sucking on both her shoes, and both her beautiful filthy dirty now very hot little feet. Fantastic!

Later on in the holiday, my wife was wearing some clogs for walking about in during the daytime. I knew little about these, as being a nurse, she wore them for work, and kept them in her locker there. I did not see them apart from on the rare occasion when she doubled back on her shift, and she wore them home straight from work. I did not really see anything sexy about these, having rounded toes but they both creaked a hell of a lot. I had heard these creaking so many times when she came home in them straight from work after a 8 or 10 hour shift. They were made from a blue fabric material with loads of holes punched in to the outside material (so the feet could breathe??!!), but  inside above the toes at the front of both shoes was a 2" wide coating of thick real leather - I suppose to stop the toenails from wearing straight through the fabric.

If you pushed your index finger inside the shoe, the finger nail would rub and start to creak the material inside the toes, and it felt like leather. When these shoes were new, they smelled of real leather, but that was many years ago. It was the leather upper that made the shoes creaky, very creaky in fact in their own unique way. Inside at the front where the toes usually were, you could clearly see traces of red nail varnish, and over the months the leather had started to wear, AND THE TEMPERATURES INSIDE THE HOSPITAL WERE ALWAYS UNBEARABLY HOT. Her feet were never constricted in these shoes, as they had really rounded toes.

Forever on her feet at work, my wife must have constantly creaky feet which, as I have said before, have never embarrassed her in any way. The 8 and 12 hour shifts must really take it out on the nail varnish, and on the leather shoe uppers. Her shoes would be creaking as I gave her a lift to work in the car, and they would still be creaking when she came home again. I knew they creaked whilst she was at work, because on seven different occasions I had to meet her on the ward due to problems occurring with the kids and other things, and every time her shoes were groaning when she came to meet me.

Now, back in Spain  with the temperature in the mid nineties, my children and I were sitting on a bench with the sun beating down. My wife was inside a shop buying some ice cream for us when I noticed to my right a very large cockroach, but it was upside down and very much alive, although it was covered with a hundred or so tiny ants no bigger than a pin-head. The insect was at least two inches across and was laid flat on it`s back in some short grass, but the soil would have been muddy but firm, drying out rapidly as we had quite a lot of rainy weather on our holiday, but with high temperatures when the sun came out.

The sun was beating down right now as my children came over to have a look and then sat back down on the bench as my wife approached with the ice creams. I could clearly hear both the clogs were creaking violently as she came closer, as they had been doing all morning. Her bare feet almost purple, her bright blue veins bulging as they disappeared into the groaning shoes. She passed the children their ice cream, and stood at the side of me on the grass without sitting down on the bench. I heard a loud crack, and then a louder one, and then a muffled noise. Her right shoe creaked and groaned as she stood, continually transferring her weight on each foot, enjoying every bit of her ice cream, and then I realised she was standing on the cockroach with her right shoe as there were three of it`s legs sticking out. It was frantically moving its legs around, and obviously would never escape. She wasn`t actually physically moving the shoe at all from it`s place on top of the cockroach, but you could see the upper fabric creasing and twisting as she transferred her whole weight first off one foot then on to the other and back again. She could never stand still at the best of times for more than a few seconds.

After 25-30 seconds, with a loud groan she moved her right foot off the cockroach, and she creaked over to where the kids were sitting and sat down herself. She was totally unaware that she had been crushing the cockroach. I had the chance to look down at the poor insect, and realized that it was still very much alive, kicking all its legs in the air, and it appeared to have settled into the grass and soil, which must have saved it. Had it been laid on searing hot concrete, it would not have stood a chance. The tiny ants were now going mad, and they were swarming all over it. I thought that, after having been stood on for almost half a minute it would be dead, but being built like a battle tank, this was not the case.

My wife was sitting between myself and the kids, her right foot sexily crossed over her left knee, jiggling and wiggling her shoe, dangling it to the point of it almost fell off, all the time it was creaking in protest as she constantly moved it around. Her other shoe standing flat to the floor, she was making her left clog groan constantly because she was moving her toes inside also. You could clearly see the fabric straining and twisting whilst it remained in the same position flat on the floor. Her HOT foot with a large thick blue vein running down the front of it and into the shoe, the constant noise not easing at all as we all sat in the boiling hot sunshine, and with both feet starting to BAKE.

At one stage she eased off her left shoe, and her foot was covered in damp sand from the beach at breakfast time. Lucky sand. I glanced over to the cockroach again, and it did not seem any the worse for it`s ordeal. The ants were still going mad, and I dare say the cockroach would eventually be doomed. It had survived almost being crushed to death with a pair of sexy creaky shoes, and if the ants did not kill it, then the sun would finish it off. We did not stay around to see, but I remember a superb standing up shagging session when we got back to the hotel. I remember especially the salty taste of her right toes as I sucked on that sticky hot sand. These same toes that had been tormenting the insides of those shoes all day. Fantastic!

On a visit to the local library back home, my wife was wearing her black stilettos again, and these shoes had been creaking ever since she put them on. Usually, as I said before, they had to warm up first, but not on this occasion, as the conditions must have been perfect. We entered into a very busy library, but then again, one in which you could hear a pin drop. She creaked over to the video hire, then to the holiday brochures, then over to the reference library, back to the videos etc., etc., and all the time her shoes never stopped creaking.

At one stage, standing on tip toe to put back a book on a top shelf, her heels popping out the backs of her shoes, which were groaning with the weight all on the toes, she turned to me and said, "These shoes are really creaky today." Most of the people in the library must have heard her say this, but it did not stop her. She continued by, creaking past this old man seated at a table, and then showing her bare legs in a small lycra black skirt. We were in this place for 2 hours, which had been in almost total silence until my wife arrived.

Afterwards, we walked all the way into town, and I noticed her right shoe had stopped creaking. Her left shoe had a viscious creak to it that day, and I was very turned on. I can tell you, as we went into an Oxfam shop, she creaked all the way around it and, as I followed her up the old wooden stairs, her left shoe beginning to groan as she got to the top. She suddenly walked across to the second-hand shoes, tore off her left shoe, and plunged her hot little foot straight into a red spiked stiletto with 5 inch heels. She looked really good, I can tell you, and I hoped she would buy these second hand shoes. I could not believe my eyes as she struggled to take off the red shoe, put it back on the shelf, and at the same time she plunged her left foot (screaming) into her sexy black stiletto as she creaked down the stairs and out of the shop within 30 seconds.

Later that night I clearly remember her left shoe balanced on the end of my penis as I shagged that too. At the same time I was licking out her left toes. The digital pictures speak for themselves. Having been photographed in 2000, the spikes and the clogs are now VERY well worn. She still wears the clogs for work, and I am quite attached to them. They are sexy in their own right. Words cannot describe how sexy I have always found these stilettos. The right shoe looks different slightly from the left, which I have put down to the shoe being immersed in wet mud for almost half an hour, and this having had an effect on the leather.