Amanda rarely wears heels, which is fine with me—heels are no special fetish of mine. But I happened to notice a pair of retro-pumps in a boutique window, and I couldn’t help but think Amanda would like them.

That evening I waited until we were about to go to bed, and then I told her I had a present for her. I hadn’t bothered to wrap the box. She opened it. “Shoes,” she said. “Shoes with flowers on them.”

“Do you like?”

“I think so,” she said.

“Try them on.”

“They’re nice,” she said.

“I think they’re called pumps.”

“Oh? Why do they call them that?”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “Maybe because when you walk there’s kind of a pumping motion.”

“A pumping motion?”

“To your bottom. Take a few steps.”

Amanda took a few steps.

“Yes,” I said. “Very nice.”

“You think so?”

“I love the way your ass moves when you walk. Just the right amount of wobble. Walk some more.”

Amanda walked across the carpet.

“More,” I said. “Can you feel it? The pumping motion?”

“Yes,” she said.

“The only thing is I don’t think they quite go with your panties.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Well, I can’t take them off—the panties I mean.”

“Why not?”

“Because all that pumping made me wet. I’m sure they’d stick.”

“Come here,” I said. “I need to pump you. Your breasts. Your nipples.”

Amanda stepped close. My forefinger and thumb closed about her left nipple. Gradually I applied pressure. More and more. Her nipple fattened. I stroked the top of it with my thumb.

“Oh,” she moaned. “That feels ... that feels so ... so...”

“I know,” I said. I could see in her eyes that she was getting more and more aroused. I kept stroking her nipple. With each stroke, my arousal grew as well. My cock swelled. Lurched. I couldn’t wait any longer. I picked Amanda up and carried her into the bedroom.

She lifted her legs so I could remove her panties. I noticed that her new shoes must have come off somewhere along the way. I noticed that she was right—she was very wet—but she was wrong—the panties didn’t stick. Not enough to matter. I plunged into her. “Pump me!” she said. “Pump my cunt until I come.” I pumped her. We pumped and pumped, and we came, and we pumped some more.

After a long night of sex, we woke up late, and my cock was achingly erect, likely because Amanda was licking it. “Sleepy head,” she said, “were you dreaming of fucking me?”