Posted by Michelle on April 19, 1998 at 11:41:11:

It was an unusually cold month of January in the San Francisco bay area. Melissa worked at the Macy's store downtown near Union Square. She was excited about dinner and the opera with her new found love, Tim. Melissa and Tim met at the store when he was shopping for gift. Melissa worked in the stores women's shoes department. Tim had been browsing around and stopped and looked at the shoes which were on display. It was here that they met. It was love at first site.

Tim and Melissa started to go out immediately. They had been seeing each other for about a week or so when Tim suggested they go out for a night on the town. Dinner and then an opera. Melissa was more than overwhelmed. Tim was an airline executive with a major airline. Melissa felt she was really out of his league but what seemed like an advancement in the short relationship meant that he must have really seen something in her. She was thrilled.

During a lunch break on the day before their encounter, Melissa browsed the stores vast selection of womens clothing. She wanted something very special. She owned some cute outfits but nothing really fitting for a romantic night out in San Francisco. While browsing, she stumbled across a very elegant black evening dress. Thin black straps went over the shoulders and tied behind the neck. It was a full lenth dress and had a long slit on the sides which would make her look incredibly sexy. It was quite expensive, but between her employee discount and use of credit card, she did not think twice. Next was shoes. Melissa found an absolutely gorgeous pair of black, strappy 4" sandals. Next stop, the hosiery department. A pair of full fasioned coffee colored stockings. These had the seams, and reinforced heels and toes. She never owned a pair like this. They would look perfect with the shoes and dress. Melissa purchased the items and ran them down to her car. She needed to go back to work.

It was now Friday. They were due to meet at the Embarcadero Center at 6:00 pm. Melissa got off at 5:00 pm which gave her enough time to change at the store and be there at 6:00. Tim had a condo downtown which was not very far fom the Embarcadero Center. They had agreed to meet at the Hyatt Regency which was located there. They would have dinner in the hotel's revolving restaurant.

Finally, quitting time came for Melissa. It had been a frustratingly long day. All she could think about was the night out her and Tim had planned. The employees had a dressing room and break area. She had her clothing stored away in her locker. She changed into her new evening attire. Once dressed, she walked over to a full length mirror on the wall. Wow, did she look incredible. Tim was going to be impressed. Her medium to long length brunette hair flowed down her neck, just below her shoulders. A gold necklace and gold anklet on her left ankle completed the elegant but actually quite simple look. She grabbed her other clothes, tossed them in a bag and rushed down to the parking garage where her car was parked.

It was a good ways to the Embarcadero, so it required she drive. Tim had a fantastic looking Lexus but had gotten stolen the day before and had not picked up a rental due to his heavy workload the last few days. Tim worked downtown so it was not that big of a deal. Melissa lived in Concord which was on the other side of the bay, around a 25 mile drive. She often left her car at the Bart station their and took the subway/train into the City. Figuring they would need a car, she drove in on this particular day.

Melissa reached her car. It was a 1969 VW beetle. It was an old car but was in excellent shape. She had just bought it the weekend before. Her old clunky Chevette had finally given up the ghost and did not have much money. She had seen this yellow VW for sale and decided to buy it. It was cute and she liked cute, small cars. Melissa threw her stuff in the back and got in. The car was a stick shift. She was still somewhat inexperienced at driving a stick. She had learned some years back but this was the first car she owned that had one. She started up the car and spent a minute working the gas pedal with her high heeled sandal foot. One thing she discovered with the car was that it ran somewhat erratically when it was cold. It seemed to be running fine now, probably due to the fact it was fairly warm in the parking garage. She pulled out of her parking space then proceeded for the exit. She was finding it difficult to drive in her heels but elected to leave them on. Her flats were in her bag in the back and did not feel like messing with trying to find them. She never drove barefoot, concerned that she could not drive like that. That is why she changed into flats when she drove if she was wearing heels or other type of shoe she had difficulty driving in.

Melissa reached the Embarcadero then determined where to park. She got lucky and found a place right on the street. This would also make it more convenient when they would leave off for the opera. Melissa put on her black wrap and walked into the Center and headed for the hotel. Tim was their waiting. He had on a dark grey Ralph Lauren suit with a great looking red silk tie. He really looked handsome this evening. They kissed then went up the elevator to the restaurant. It was a beautiful restaurant. It also had an striking view of downtown and of the bay. Both ordered steak and lobster to eat. Red wine was the drink of choice. The food was fabulous. While they ate, they constantly looked each other in the eyes. Melissa knew something really special was happening. They finished up their meal and Tim payed the check. Looking at his watch, he determined it was time to go. The opera, Phantom of the Opera, wasto start at 8:30 pm. It was now just before 8:00. They went back down the elevator then walked through the lobby. They then exited the hotel. It was very cold out now. The temperature seemed to have dropped at least 15 degrees in the last 2 hours or so. Melissa gripped her wrap tightly around her. Tim kept very close by, helping her keep warm. They arrived at the car and she got in. She then opened the passenger side door to let Tim in. This was the first time Tim had seen the car. he liked it though. He remembered a former love that had one. He recalled some enjoyable moments he had in it. He expected he might experience something much the same. Melissa positioned herself behind the wheel then looked over at Tim. "It looks a little funny with me wearing the elegant dress, driving in this old car. They don't seem to go together." Melissa said. "You look beautiful. You would look good driving a car from the junkyard." Tim reassured here. Melissa smiled, then placed the key into the ignition. She eased in the clutch and started the car. The car started but was very rough. Melissa started to work massage the gas pedal with her high-heeled foot. "This car gets tempermental when it is cold out." stated Melissa. She continued her efforts on the VW's machined aluminum gas pedal. It was cold in the car. Both Tim and Melissa could see their breath. "Sorry it is so cold, the heater does not work that great." Melissa said in an apologetic voice. "That is okay, I used to live years in Chicago. I am used to the cold weather." Tim explained. Feeling like the car was maybe running a little smoother, she shifted into first, and proceeded to pull out into the street. The car immediately stalled. "Shit, it has never done that before. It must be these heels I have on. It is so hard to drive in them." Melissa complained. Tim said nothing. He was enjoying her getting frustrated. He also enjoyed the show he was getting to experience. He had a secret passion for beautiful feet and driving. Getting more upset, Melissa then eased the clutch in and cranked the car again. THis time she buried that gorgeous high heeled stocking foot into the VW's gas pedal. THe engine strained at her merciless flooring of the pedal. She then started to pump the gas pedal repeatedly, arching her slender heeled foot as she tortured the gas pedal. Her shapely ass was practically lifting of the seat with each forcefull press of the gas pedal. "Come on you damn thing!" Melissa shouted. Tim was getting more excited by the minute. Needing to see more clearly, Tim reached over and turned on the cars dome light. Melissa was getting so aggravated she had not noticed what he did. Tim had an unbelievable view of her feet now. The soft glow of the light illuminated the interior just enough. After about two minutes of intense flooring, Melissa shifted into first and pulled out again. THis time she managed to keep it running but just barely. A red light was just ahead. She eased her sandalled foot off the gas and pressed the brake. The engine was starting to sputter again. She quickly jammed the gas pedal again while keeping the clutch engaged. "Stop!" Tim yelled out, noticing they were about to rear end a car. Melissa jammed on the brake pedal again. The car quickly came to a stop, only about a foot from hitting the car in front of them. The car stalled out again. "What the hell is wrong with this thing!" Melissa said while again slamming her foot back on the gas again. Tim was in heaven. The sight of her getting mad, torturing the pedals with her sexy sandalled stocking feet was getting almost to much to take. He had an idea what she should do. But would Melissa go for it?

End of part 1