As imposing as Tara was from this perspective you knew at this moment, she was your best chance for getting help.
Tara was making her way from the living room to the rest room to relieve herself with the added guilt of drinking one too many iced tea’s before arriving. To the outside viewer Tara would seem as if she was carrying herself with dignity. However, she was currently suffering from a full bladder that felt like it was going to erupt and a set of stilettos that caused her feet severe agony. Evidenced by her picking up the pace as the bathroom door came into view a few feet away. Inside she placed her purse on the floor, lowered her skirt and underwear, planted her rear and did her business with her head thrown back and a sigh of relief.
Keeping up with Tara was needless to say a challenge for every one step her heeled foot took was at least a worth 20 of yours. Her pace quickened when she finally reached her destination shutting the door behind her. Luckily you were small enough to squeeze under the door and arrived just in time to see Tara starting to pull down her skirt and get a brief glimpse of her genitals. You felt your skin crawl in reaction and did your best to avert your eyes, but that of Tara’s colossal vagina would still haunt you. Trying to put that thought behind you, you sprinted to her leg with the sound of a crashing stream echoing throughout the bathroom. Finally, you find yourself between two planted closed toe heels, but turning your view upwards you see Tara with her eyes closed with a look of exhaustion on her face.
You needed her help now and were considering scaling her clothes when a rumble hit you on the floor Tara was shifting and digging through her purse for her phone and decided to get comfortable. She started removing her stilettos or more accurately lazily kicking them off and letting her feet breathe. Down on the floor you get treated to the nauseating odor of cheese and leather radiating off her toes, and recoil in disgust. Her toes settled on the ground with a deafening squelch as Tara enjoyed the feeling feet no longer constrained by heels while absent mindedly fooling around on her phone. You needed to make a move quick, if not you’d have to endure more of Tara’s smelly soles.
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