3 comments/ 51379 views/ 8 favorites The Shoe Store By: MercyMia She came into his shoe store a few minutes before closing time. It had been a tough day and he was tired. He was about to snap at her, something cold and impersonal like, "Lady, the store closes in 5 minutes." But there was a way she walked that caught his attention and made him stand straight. She was a petite woman, barely 5 feet tall. She carried herself with a quiet confidence and radiant sexuality. And maybe it was because she was wearing a short leather skirt that hugged her hips, and a skimpy form fitting leather vest on top, nothing underneath. A generous portion of her breasts showed to great advantage over the neckline, and then there was a gap going down the middle of the vest, that was criss crossed with leather ties so that he could see the inner sides of her breasts. Oh man, he thought, good thing I held my tongue. He glanced down at her legs and his heart almost stopped. She stood before a rack of platform sandals, examining a pair carefully. Her left hip was slung up in a casual pose. Her feet and legs were covered in tight, black, thigh high boots. Good Italian leather, shined carefully. A thin zipper was tucked into the inner seam of each boot. Before he could stop, he imagined kneeling in front of her, his head close to her skirt, breathing in the mixed scent of her perfume, sweat, and the leather skirt and boots. He discretely locked the door and flipped over the sign so it read "Closed" from the outside. He lowered the blinds and turned off the overhead lights. Only the row of lights along the floor illuminated the store. She looked up in surprise when the lights went out. He walked to her quickly and stood attentively beside her. His voice was calm, belying the quivering he felt in his stomach and the erection that was growing between his legs. "May I serve you?" he said. She looked at him coolly, head to foot and up again. "Hmmm," she said. She picked up the black platform sandal and tapped his arm with it. "Do you have these in a size 6?" He blushed at the contact with the shoe and dropped his gaze to her breasts. "I can check for you," he said, his voice coming out in a squeak. Oh Lord, of all the times to lose his voice. She smiled. "Size 6," she reminded him. Her look was searing this time, commanding. He started away to the stock room, glad to be away from her heat, and yet missing it already. In the back, out of her sight, he adjusted the front of his pants to hide his erection. There would be no fooling her, though. The last thing he wanted to do was scare her away. Size 6. Ahh, there. But in red instead of black. He hoped this would please her.When he went out into the front room, she was sitting in one of the customer chairs. Her legs were smartly crossed, showing off the tops of her thighs and the length of her boots to great advantage. She looked a little impatient. Had he been gone that long? "Here we are," he said, his voice breaking, betraying him again. He pulled up a stool in front of her and put the shoe box down. "Let's see then." she said. Her eyes seemed to burn a blush in his cheeks. His hands shook as he fished the sandal out of the box and the whispery tissue paper. "Red? Hmmph, well...let me try them on for size." She straightened her left leg and raised it straight out expectantly. What? Was he supposed to put the sandal on over the boot? "Unzip me!" she commanded. The scent leather came to his nose and he leaned closer to the boot. "Yes, maam," he croaked. He reached hesitantly for the top of the boot, between her thighs. He touched the strip of exposed skin and found it cool, inviting. His fingers lingered at the zipper. Oh, to reach further up...But this was business. Regretfully, he tugged on the zipper pull and slowly undid the boot. A flush of heat covered his entire body as the sliver of her leg flesh appeared in the crack where the zipper opened. It grew longer and longer, this visible strip of flesh, and the scent of her sweat and the leather rose to his nostrils. He felt his heart pounding everywhere in his body, and his fingers seemed to be on fire. His thumb grazed her ankle as he neared the end of the zipper. She started a little and caught her breath. Ahhh, he realized, she was as turned on as he was, sexually buzzing with anticipation. A quick glance up verified her arousal. Her cheeks were deeply flushed with her own sexual heat. He gently twisted her foot to remove it from the boot. "Ungghhh," she moaned under her breath. Her eyes were half closed, her lips parted moistly. He took the liberty of holding her foot, caressing the instep for a moment. He rubbed her ankle in his hot hands. "Ohhhh," she sighed involuntarily. It was a clean and simple foot, perhaps even a peasant foot. The arch was slightly flat, the nails neatly trimmed and buffed, but without any form of polish. He pressed his thumb into her arch and watched a look of pleasure wash over her face. He placed her bared foot on his thigh and reached for the top of the other boot zipper. She was leaning back in the chair now, her legs slack with sexual heat. Instead of stopping at the zipper, he found his hand moving up and then palpating the crotch of her panties. It was incredibly warm and moist there, a tropical haven between her legs. She squirmed slightly, pressing herself against his hand. The foot on his thigh slid and came to rest on his erection. She pressed her foot firmly against him, returning the pleasure his hand was transmitting between her legs. Almost simultaneously, they moaned. Keeping one hand on her pussy, he unzipped the second boot. Again, the sliver of flesh was revealed as he tugged slowly. He took the liberty of pressing his lips along the newly bared skin, kissing as he went. "Ohhh, ohhh, you're so good," she moaned. With his face close to her leg, the aroma of woman sweat and leather was even stronger. His cock pulsed with a great excitement under the pressure of her first foot. She seemed to sense his excitement and prodded his cock gently with her toes. Reluctantly, he released his hold on her pussy so he could remove the boot. She had slid further down in the chair so that her first foot was braced firmly on his crotch to support her weight. He scootched up a little to press back. He could feel pre cum leaking through his jockeys and the front of his pants. He lifted her second foot and rubbed the toes against his nose, inhaling the smell of her feet long enclosed in the leather. So perfect. Tentatively, he licked the little toe and when she responded with a throaty growl, he proceeded to lick each toe, staying with the big toe the longest. He sucked it into his mouth and played his tongue over it, nibbled it gently with his front teeth. "Yessss," she hissed. "Don't stop." He kissed her instep, the top of her foot, her ankle, aware moment by moment that the toes of her other foot prodded his erection, squeezing more pre cum out. He could hear her breathing, just as erratic as his own. He pressed his flat tongue on her arch, inhaling her foot scent. He felt her quiver under his licking. He pushed her other foot aside gently and undid his fly. He pulled his briefs down several inches. His cock sprung out, steel hard. It bobbed in the air between them, taut and focused. She anchored it down against his belly, returned her foot to his crotch. He inhaled sharply at the contact of her sole on the slippery head of his erection. Slowly, he kissed up her calf, twisting his head to lick the back of her knee. "Ohhhhh," she exhaled. He bit the soft flesh just above her knee and then licked and sucked a path with agonizing patience up to the moist haven between her legs. He pressed her knees apart for better access to her pussy. The plump outer lips were pulsing beyond the confines of her silk thong panties. The crotch panel was soaked with her juice. He pushed aside the panel and licked her dripping slit. "Oh baby," she crooned. Her toes curled on his hard on.She tasted warm and salty with an undertone of sweetness. He probed her pussy deeply with his tongue, drew her juices out and sucked them up. "Mmmm," she moaned with her mouth closed. She raised herself slightly in the chair to press her pussy against his tongue.That was the last signal he needed. He sought out her clit. He made a small o with his lips and used it to suck her sweet button in and out of his mouth. "Ohh, mmmmm," she moaned. He nursed on her clit, as if it was a smooth wet nipple. "Mmmm," he replied hoarsely, pressing her foot hard against his cock. The musky smells of her body and the leather were strongest here between her thighs. He could feel his balls tightening as he continued to rub her foot against his cock. "Lick me, baby, eat me!" she moaned. And then, "Baby, oh, baby, I'm so ready, come on, yeah, baby, eat me!" Her excitement intensified his own. He took a deep breath and before he could stop himself, he felt the release of his orgasm brink. Hot cum squirted out of his cock. One, two, three long spasms of pleasure passed through his body, and then one, two, three short ones. "I'm so sorry," he groaned. "I couldn't help it." He glanced up and saw a look of combined greed and disappointment on her face. Greed, perhaps at the sticky milky cum splashed on her toes and ankle, and disappointment that he had cum before she had. The blood began to return to his head. He took a deep breath and adjusted her in the chair so he could press his nose against her clit. He bathed her slit with his tongue, licking its warm juicy length. Up and down his nose went against her clit as his tongue worked her lips. "Ohhhhh, don't stopppp!!!" she moaned from deep in her throat. She raised her ass off the chair and pressed herself against his face. He licked her pussy and pumped her clit with his nose. "Baby, I'm, oh baby, baby, baby baby baby, oh, babybaby, I'm cumcuummmmingbabybabybaby!!!" she squealed and he felt her pussy muscles clench and unclench on his tongue. His face was covered with her cunt juices. Still he nibbled her clit and slurped at her opening, gathering in all her liquid until she begged him to stop, "No more, no more, please, no more..." He rested his cheek against her wetly pulsing pussy and inhaled the rich mix of scents--pussy juices, leather, sweat. "Kiss my toes," she said, her voice a bare whisper. She raised her foot to his mouth. "Lick your cum off my foot." He leaned forward reluctantly, but the sight of her simple foot moved him too much. Slowly, he took the big toe in his mouth and sucked gently, tasting himself. It had a thick flavor, fertile and slick. He sucked harder, greedily, playing his tongue over the top of her toe and bathing it with his saliva. He felt aroused yet again but also humiliated by the taste of his own cum as it slid along his tongue and down his throat. She was leaning back in the chair. "Suck it all off," she said. She reached forward and stroked his hair. She traced his check with her index finger. "You're terrific," she said. "I wondered if you were going to let me in so close to the end of your day. You must have been tired." He smiled up at her, relishing the fluid on her foot. "I would never have kicked you out," he whispered over her toes. "I could never be too tired to serve you." "That's good," she smiled. "We're not even halfway through here." He looked at her, his eyebrows raised in askance. "We're not?" "No," she whispered. She squared her shoulders and smoothed her skirt down. "Now what about those sandals?" He reached over for the shoes. "And do you have something that could serve as a whip?" she continued. His heart beat a little faster when she said, "We're going to work on this problem of yours--cumming too soon." The Shoe Store A middle-aged woman enters into a shoe store wearing a short skirt and light blouse. The attendant can't help but notice the long soft legs, smooth and bare. As the women tries on a various shoes and sandals the attendant takes notice that the customer is not wearing panties... this causes excitement which is the beginning of an opportunity... The store is scheduled to close soon What the young doesn't realize....... is that the woman works close by....... and walks past the store each day during her lunch. She has noticed him, he is young, and firm everywhere, the store is casual, allowing him to wear pants without a jacket. She has seen his tight butt as he bends over helping customers, she has noticed the bulge in the front of the pants, and it has set her mind and imagination into overdrive. Many times she has lain in her bed, thinking of him, what she would like to do to him, have him do to her, and she touches herself as she pictures the scenarios. Today is the day she has decided to do something about it. She doesn't need shoes, that's just an excuse. She dresses, both to please herself and to get his attention. She deliberately chooses a time just before closing to enter the store, and is pleased that there are no other customers She smiles to herself as she notices where his eyes wonder, as he slips the sandal on her foot she leans forward, allowing her blouse to swing free of her body, sure that he will look and realize that she does not wear a bra, her breast sway slightly as she moves. She looks the young man in the eye as she reaches down to adjust the strap, touching his hand lightly, her fingers stroke over his hand and up her leg, raising her skirt slightly to tease him with a glimpse of what lies beneath it. He looks down, then back up at her. As she catches his eye, she winks at him She stands up slowly, almost brushing her chest against his bent head as she does....... almost, but not quite. She walks to the mirror and stands before it, turning each way to admire the sandal and the way it looks on her. She tells him that it's a bit tight, would he mind loosening it for her? He walks over to her and she can't help but notice that his bulge has taken shape, he's hard, very hard, and she's pleased that she has affected him this way. He kneels at her feet and she places her foot on his thigh, high on his thigh. He is shaking, he thinks he knows what she wants, but is nervous about proceeding in case he is wrong. He adjusts the strap and moves to stand up....... but with a hand on his shoulder she stops him. Holding on to the mirror for support she slowly drags her foot up and down his thigh, lightly pressing against his erection. She takes one of her hands and reaches up to pinch her hard nipple as she does this, watching him and his reaction the whole time. He takes hold of her ankle and looks to her. She nods yes, and he slowly starts to run his hand up her leg and under her skirt. Her whole body quivers in anticipation of his touch. Just before he reaches the point where her legs join........ she steps back. He looks at her, confused. She just smiles at him, turns her back and walks to the front of the store. While watching him over her shoulder she locks the door, turns the closed sign over and walks back to him. As she walks toward him, she slowly undoes two buttons of her blouse, allowing him a peek at her cleavage. She takes his hand, pulling him to his feet. She places her hand on his shoulder, and runs it down his chest, teasing his nipples on her journey, pinching them. He starts to say something, but she stops him with her finger on his lips. No she whispers, no words. She slips her finger between his lips so he can give a quick suck. She leads him away from the front of the store and in behind the counter.................. is the moment she has been waiting for....... she has been a slave for so long.... and she loves it..... But she is also a strong woman, and submitting to her Master is a difficult thing for her to do..... Today she will be the one making someone submit to her...... just this once She leads him behind the counter and indicates without words that he should start his day end....... he is puzzled, what does this mean? Is she going to come thru with the promises of her earlier actions...... or is she a tease? She smiles again and nods towards the cash register...... he mentally shrugs his shoulders and starts his day end As he reaches towards the register....... he feels her hands reach out to him. Standing behind him she starts to caress him...... his neck, his back, and his buttocks. While doing this, she is whispering in his ear, telling him that in order to give and receive pleasure, he must be willing to do as she says. She asks him to nod if he thinks he can do this. He's not sure of this...... but the excitement of the moment overcomes his fear, as she knew it would..... As it did for her the first time she was in this position. He feels himself grow even harder under her touch, his excitement starts to overcome him, but he continues as she as told him to. Her hands reach around him and start to work on his chest, her fingers run over his muscles, which clench under her touch. She pinches his nipples lightly before moving her hands lower, over his tight stomach muscles....... lower still until she is lightly running her hands over his erection. She steps closer to him, he can feel her breasts rub against his back, and it drives him insane................... he reaches behind himself for her, but she immediately steps away..... no she whispers, he is not to touch or move without direction from her..... His hands move back to the register quickly. Now her hands grow bolder, squeezing and rubbing his crotch as her hips rub against his buttocks. She reaches for his belt and undoes it...... then he feels her hand reach into his pants and grasp him firmly. She strokes his hard length up and down, measuring him, bringing him close to a climax before pulling away. She likes to tease him..... Bringing him close to the edge before backing off. He feels her step away from him, not knowing what she intends to do next, but she doesn't keep him guessing for long .................. She kneels before him...... and as he watches in amazement she pulls his pants down to his ankles, trapping him where he is. She starts to taste him, licking his length with her tongue, ohhhhhh god, and her mouth is so wet, so hot on his penis. She plays with his balls as she teases his penis with her mouth. Stroking her tongue along it, nibbling on the tip....... then, before he realizes what she intends....... she takes his entire length quickly into his mouth and sucks on him....... hard........... soooooooo good, he feels like he is about to explode, not sure if he can control himself any longer but knowing he must until she indicates otherwise. She looks up at him, nods, and goes back to what she is doing. He starts to thrust himself in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, savouring the feeling of being surrounded by her hot wet mouth. She starts to stroke and tease at the base of his penis as his thrusting gets faster, more intense......... then she does something no one has ever done to him before. Her finger reaches and starts to play with his anal hole. It's unbelievable....... he never imagined that anyone would do that, or that he would enjoy it so much. Her finger starts to work on him harder, actually pressing and probing at his hole. He tries to takes her head in his hands, but she shakes her head no....... she is in control and he's not taking it away from her. So he continues as he is, starting to thrust his hard length in and out of her mouth harder, faster, so she is taking his whole length inside of her mouth. He thrusts in and out as her finger works his hole. He feels the climax start, right from the soles of his feet, and there is nothing he can do to stop it. Just as he starts to cum, she slips her finger inside his hole, just a bit, and he explodes with a roar. She sucks harder, forcing all the cum inside him out, greedily swallowing every drop, milking him to make sure nothing is left behind. He doesn't think he can take anymore, but she forces him to, l she continues to suck on him, her finger working his hole, in and out, lightly. It causes shivers to run up and down his body. He feels his legs start to give out on him, and collapses to the floor. She simply looks at him and smiles. It's dark in the store by now, no one can see in unless they press against the window, and the thought of that is exciting to her. She stands up and boosts herself unto the counter. She watches him as she slowly raises the skirt to her waist. Her hands run up and down her legs, spreading them as they travel........ He can see that she is wet, very wet, he can smell her sex even from where he in on the floor before her. She smiles again as she strokes her lips lightly....... and tells him that it's her turn now to be pleasured....... and asks if he is up to the task……… The Shoe Store I'd had a tough week at work but now I was looking forward to a few days off to spend with my husband. As an almost spur of the moment surprise my guy had arranged for a relaxing trip for us to New Orleans. His only request made prior to finalizing the tickets was that I would let him pack for me without objection and once we arrived if I needed any articles of clothing that he had failed to pack I would only shop where he determined and I could only buy what he approved and only wear what he allowed me to wear. He wouldn't even let me check in advance to see what he had packed. I laughed at the condition as I knew what that meant was that he would only pack thongs, crotchless pantyhose, and clothing that he considered sexy on me, such as my pink cotton mini skirt/top, any other short skirts he could find and only tops that would be worn without a bra. I knew him all too well, but if that was the price for a trip away from work and all of those worries I would readily agree. So here we were. We landed in the Big Easy without incident, grabbed a cab and were now in our hotel. While he went to the restroom to freshen up I took the opportunity to see what the damage was in my suitcase. I, of course, was accurate in my prior assessment of what he would pack for me as there was absolutely nothing practical in there at all, unless one considers bathing suits, shear blouses and tops, only short skirts and only high heels practical. He hadn't even packed proper shoes! There were no sneakers or sandals of any sort. He hollered out of the bathroom that he had arranged for the frig to be stocked with wine and that I should open a bottle. By the time he had re-entered the room I had the bottle open and had already had my first glass. He came in and joined me as we relaxed and talked about the week behind and the week ahead. He had made a few pre arranged plans but also left much of the week unscheduled. Some of his plans, however, included walking tours of the French Quarter. While I thought the idea was a good one I needed to explain to him that I did not have walking shoes and that we needed to do something about that or my feet would be just destroyed. He told me not to worry, that he had already checked that out and there was a shoe store within walking distance. And besides, he reminded me, that my tennis shoes were mostly worn out and this was a good opportunity to buy some decent shoes. He thought that once we had finished the bottle of wine we could walk down there and buy a pair of shoes or two. He, again, however, placed a condition on his offer to take me shopping. The condition was that I dress in my pink cotton mini outfit with a thong, crotchless hose and high heels and no bra; the perv! I objected of course as no way was I going to go out in public dressed like that. It would be embarrassing as I'm no longer young enough to dress that sexily and go out in public. He, of course, expressed extreme objections to my being too old and told me as he has many times that I am a beautiful, sexy woman with a killer ass and great legs. Further, that he enjoyed watching my 36b's sans bra and that he became extremely horny when my nipples poked through the fabric of my tops and when he saw that other men enjoyed that too. I continued to object but he reminded me of our deal for the vacation and that I was stuck with the rules I had agreed to. I went to take a shower. While in the shower I tried to come up with a basis for not acquiescing to his plan. I suppose I could just say no but I knew that would result in extreme disappointment and maybe a bit of anger from my hub given the apparent planning he had done for this trip. I consoled myself that we were a long ways from home and that nobody could possibly see me who knew me and that it was just a walk to the shoe store. I wondered, however, how he could possibly find me so sexy and how he thought anyone else would either. As I looked down at the water running off my body I wondered why I hadn't been doing anything to lose the twenty pounds that I'd like to lose. If he is going to parade me around I should at least not embarrass myself! Getting out of the shower and walking from the bathroom he met me with another glass of wine and with my clothes all laid out for me. I just shook my head and grinned at him with a somewhat disgusted look but I grabbed the clothes and went back into the bathroom. What is it about thongs that men like so much anyway? As I pulled the black sheer next to no material up my leg it was obvious to me that there was absolutely no value to this article of clothing. Obviously they didn't cover anything behind me as the string disappeared between my butt cheeks and they really weren't any better in front as most of the thong also disappeared on my front side. About the only area they did cover was a bit of my curls that proved I was a real redhead. The thong didn't even cover all of that even though my husband had practically shaved me bald before we left home. I liked a bit more protection than his antics with the razor provided. He, on the other hand, has explained that he and other men like a more trimmed look than perhaps do I. The black, sheer pantyhose provided a bit more cover, but not much. I stepped into my strappy heels had had provided for me and began to apply my make-up. Applying my blush, eye shadow and lip gloss as I stood in my thong, hose, and heels I had to admit to myself provided a sexy image. As I finished, and fluffed up my hair I turned toward the full length mirror. Posing and turning, looking at my backside and then turning back to face the mirror I found myself pleased with my look. Maybe I did still look sexy after all! My legs, while perhaps not as great as they once were I had to admit were still pretty good and while I looked at my ass cheeks I could believe that I still turned my husband on. I pulled up the pink cotton skirt and dropped the matching top down over my head, and gave myself another look. This skirt was way to short and barely covered the top of my hose and it was clear that I wasn't wearing anything underneath the top. I walked out of the bathroom to a huge smile on my husbands face. He told me how I was absolutely gorgeous in this outfit and how he wanted to bang me right there and then. He walked up to me and gave me a very passionate kiss and told me I was beautiful as he groped my ass! I allowed for that to happen and had to admit the whole thing sort of turned me on a bit but when he reached around to my front, grabbing at my thong I playfully slapped him away and told him to stop! He laughed and finished the bottle into my glass and told me to drink up so we could leave. I asked him if he was sure about this as I was feeling a little apprehensive yet in spite of the wine. He again assured me it would be ok, that he loved me, found me very sexy, and just wanted to show off his hot wife a little bit which was harmless. He said the shoe store was only a couple blocks away but that we needed to get there if we were to have enough time to shop before it closed. I grabbed my purse as he prodded me through the door. Waiting for the elevator, looking at myself through the reflective material of the exterior doors, I liked what I saw. I did still look good and I probably still could turn some heads perhaps! The doors opened and we joined an older couple for the flight down to the lobby. I felt like there were eyes on me but I was uncertain as I was too afraid to look anywhere but straight ahead. I smiled to myself, however, when I heard the wife whisper to her husband that he should get his eyes back into his head. Well, at least I can attract the senior set! The doors opened and the older gentleman urged us to exit ahead of them. As we walked through the doors I glanced back to thank him and noticed that I should also be thanking him for staring at my ass! The shoe store was only a two block walk. As we arrived my husband told me he was going to stay outside for a while so I could shop without worrying about the time or his usual impatience. When I entered a woman was just leaving the checkout having purchased a pair of shoes. There appeared to be two male employees and nobody else in the store. The available clerk approached me immediately and asked how he could help me. I told him that I was looking for walking shoes in a size seven but didn't really have any particular brands in mind. He mentioned that he had a few ideas for my consideration but suggested that perhaps he ought to measure my feet first to make sure he was working with the correct sizes. He asked me to sit, which I did. He kneeled on the ground, asked me to move my foot up, which I did. He slipped my shoe off and placed it gently in the measuring device. He asked me to stand; I did. As I stood there with his face just inches from the hem of my skirt I wondered why he was taking so long to determine the proper size. He lifted his head to look up at me with, I think, just a bit of hesitation as his eyes traveled up my thighs, to the bottom of my skirt, up my top, and, finally, to my face. He informed me that yes indeed I was a size seven. He told me he'd be back directly and that he had a couple different tennis shoes that he thought would work for me. As I awaited his return I wondered if my sitting there with my legs crossed would have any effect on him. I was pretty sure that if the angle was right he could see where the tops of my pantyhose ended showing my milky white thighs. He came back with three boxes including a pair from New Balance, Saucony, and Nike. He was quickly back on his knees opening and lacing up the first pair. As he did so I pretended not to notice his furtive glances up the underside of my leg. He finished lacing up the shoes and asked me for my foot. I uncrossed my leg and reached my right foot out to him. As he pushed the shoe on my leg bent toward me a bit causing my skirt to ride just slightly up my leg, revealing the top of my nylons. I looked around the store commenting to the salesman how nice everything in the store looked so nice as he placed my foot on his leg so he could tie them up for me. As his leg was slightly further to the right of my own leg I knew that if he happened to look he would see my thong. I glanced back at him as he quickly looked down, blushing as he did. I had caught him! He obviously had been looking right between my legs with his eyes probably less than two feet from my sweet spot! I felt my pussy grow warm at the thought of this man looking at it. He quickly tied my left shoe on and asked if I wanted to walk around to see how the shoes felt. I rose and walked away from him and toward the mirror on the far wall. I thought they looked ok but they seemed to rub on my heel a bit. I bent down a bit to grab the heel of the shoe to see if they were too loose or not. As I did I knew that the slit in my skirt was showing him my legs above the top of my hose and my thong (which is why I never wear this skirt out in public). I felt myself get excited at what I was probably doing to this man. I wondered if he knew I was getting excited. I straightened up, turned around and walked back toward him, declaring that the shoes were nice but that I didn't think they fit right and that I should try the next pair. As I sat back down I decided to untie the shoes myself lifting each leg, in turn, high enough for me to reach down and unlace the shoes. There was no question, as I did that, that my thong, and my pussy, would be in full view of this man as he kneeled in front of me. I tried each of the other two pairs on, continuing a little of my game with this man showing him glimpses of my pussy as I faced him and butt cheeks and more pussy as I walked away from him. I decided to go with the Saucony's to which he commented it was a good choice, boxed them up and took them to the counter. As he did I mentioned I needed to look at shoes I could go clubbing in. He said he would be happy to help me finish with my purchases but that he had to lock up as it was now closing time. He told the other sales person that if was fine for him to punch out as he would just finish helping me out and then he would leave as well. As the other employee left my salesman locked the door behind him, drew the shades over the door and came back to me asking what type of shoes I was looking for. I mentioned something strappy and sexy with maybe a 3 inch or 4 inch heel. I told him I was looking for cfm shoes. He said he didn't know that brand. I laughed and told him it wasn't a brand but that cfm stood for "come fuck me." He blushed and I laughed again telling him it was just slang for sexy shoes and that he shouldn't get all embarrassed about it. He said he had just the thing for me. He came back with a couple of boxes and pulled out the first shoes. They were very sexy. He placed them on my feet and offered that I should walk around in them. The heels were a little higher than I was used to but I walked over to the mirror to see how they looked. I turned back and forth sort of posing for myself. "How do they look do you think?" "They look very hot on you." "Do you think they qualify as cfm shoes?" "Oh most definitely they do." "So if you saw me walk into the club in these you would see them as qualifying as cfm shoes?" "Oh there is absolutely no question about that." "So they look ok with this outfit?" "Anything would look good with that outfit but these shoes definitely finish the look off for you." "So you think I look ok in this outfit with these shoes? They complete the look? They would gain me the appropriate level of attention?" "You are kidding right? You just standing there would gain you all the attention you would ever need or want!" "I think I'll take them." I strode back to the chair to have him take my new shoes off me. Before he could, however, I held my leg out straight to take one more look, holding my foot above his shoulder so I could turn my ankle to view the shoes from various angles. "I really like these, don't you?" "Yes ma'am I really like them too." "And are these the right hose to wear with these shoes do you think?" "They are the perfect hose." "I think so too; they feel so silky and they are fun to wear. Don't they feel silky?" He just looked up at me with a look that was a cross between excitement and pure fear as he began to realize where this sale might possibly be headed. I lowered my leg to rest on his shoulder. "Go ahead and feel them, I won't bite." He hesitantly rubbed my lower leg. "Oh go ahead and take a good feel of these hose; certainly you have felt pantyhose before." He rubbed higher up my leg to the back of my knee, then a little further and still further until he had almost reached the top of my hose. "See, don't they feel nice?" "They sure do ma'am." "I noticed you looking between my legs. Is there something there you would like to feel?" "Yes ma'am there is." "And what would that be that you would like to feel between my legs?" "Are you wearing a thong ma'am?" "Why yes I am; is that what you would like to feel?" "Yes ma'am I would." I pulled my leg off his shoulder so my foot was back on the ground still in my new heels. I spread my legs a bit so my knees were about a foot and a half apart. I grabbed the hem of my skirt, slowly pulling it up to my waist showing him my entire thong and crotchless hose in the process. "Is this what you wanted to feel?" "Yes ma'am it is." "So...?" He didn't hesitate further. He pushed my legs further apart, moving in between them. With the back of his hand he slowly, lightly touched my thong. I closed my eyes as I felt my body shudder just a bit. I felt his shoulders push my legs further apart and I felt his breath on me. He just stayed like that for what seemed to be several seconds as I kept my eyes closed and ever so slightly slid down the chair toward him. I knew he was taking in the sight of me, absorbing my look, my smell; seeing that I was a real redhead and knowing that he was about to touch the pussy of a customer he had just met. As I moved closer to him I felt what I recognized as his nose nuzzle into the middle of my thong as his hands spread my lips apart which in turn engulfed most of the fabric of the thong. He rubbed his nose up and down the material of the thong. I could feel myself getting moist. "Ma'am, you smell so good down there." I just nodded. I smiled. I felt his tongue, followed by his lips on mine; pulling on me; playing with me. I felt my hands go to his head pulling him further into me. I felt the fabric of my thong pull away from me. He had is finger in between my thong and my pussy; touching my pussy; rubbing my moistness up and down my slit. I shuddered. I opened my eyes with a start. This was more than I had bargained for! I was going to just tease this man and he is about to fuck me with his fingers followed by who knows what! I pushed him away. He fell back on the floor; looking surprised. I stood up and grabbed my old shoes and hurried over to the counter to grab the tennis shoes as I was still wearing the cfm heels. "I need to go. I need to buy these shoes quick and then I need to go." "The register has been closed down. It will take me a while to warm it back up." "I can't wait; I need to go." "Tell you what, just pay for the shoes next time you are in." "That's a deal. I'll come back in later this week. Right now I have to meet my husband." By that point in time I had made it to the front door, turned the lock and scooted out the door as I hear his version of goodbye. "Your husband?" As I hurried down the sidewalk I saw my husband across the street sitting on a park bench and flagged him over. He caught up to me about the same time I had reached the hotel grounds. "Hot shoes; I thought you were getting tennis shoes." "I did, but I also chose these." "Now those are nice shoes." "Do they make you want to fuck me?" "They sure do." "Good, because that's what you are going to do in about thirty seconds." The Shoe Store Saleman I work at a Nordstrom's department store to help pay the bills while I'm in college. I had no retail experience when I applied there, so when I was hired, I was assigned to the least appealing department, shoes. While being in the presence of people's feet all day can be a bit difficult to tolerate, there are some definite advantages. I'm not a foot freak, but I do enjoy the ladies, and as a college student, I'm always looking for some fun. What better way to get to know a woman more intimately without the pressure of the bars or party scene than to sit on a stool directly in front of her at crotch level as you help her try on shoes? There's just something about the closeness that I find appealing. Sure, there are times when you get customers to whom you just want to make the sale and send them on their way, and then there are other customers, like the one I had today, who make it all worthwhile and even make the job fun. I was scheduled for another Sunday at the store. School starts in a week, and we had a pretty full staff to handle the extra volume of customers. I had been enjoying watching the steady stream of girls coming through the store, shopping for shoes and looking really sexy in their summer clothes. And then a woman came in to browse and I was unable to focus on anything but her. She was hot. She had on a tan miniskirt that clung to her ass, and what an ass she had! Nice and full...but not fat. The skirt bounced and moved as she walked drawing eyes to her tush. She wore a black top with a lacy panel over her cleavage. My God, she must have had at least a 38-inch rack! The top was cut low too, showing those voluptuous boobs. Her legs were toned and tan, and they drew attention from her shoes (we in the business call them "come fuck me" shoes) up her lean calves and on up to her thighs where they disappeared under that slinky miniskirt. I could only imagine what lay in wait under that skirt! The lady selected a few styles to try on, and I was only too happy to help her make a selection. Each of the styles she chose had at least a three-inch heel, open-toed and with straps to go around the ankle. She sat down and I moved the stool in front her to measure her feet. I finished measuring her right foot and asked her to put her left foot into the device. As she did, she parted her legs just a tiny bit, giving me a perfect view of her panties under her skirt. It was a little dark, but I was able to see that they were pink and lacy. She adjusted her position in the chair, trying to get more comfortable as I measured her foot. After she moved, I could have sworn that she opened her legs just a little bit more because now as I peeked under her miniskirt, I could see how the panties were tight against her pussy, and I could see the outline of her lips. I blinked and tried to regain my composure and I struggled to act like I hadn't noticed anything. I went to the back room to get the styles she selected in her size. I couldn't get the image of her crotch out of my mind. Was she fucking with me? Was she flashing me? I know this much...I couldn't look at those sexy panties too long without it being obvious to everyone that it was getting me hot. I brought three pairs of shoes out with me, sat down on the stool again, and helped her slip her foot into the shoe. I was going to help her tie it, but before I could reach the straps, she bent down in front of me and tied it on her own. When she did, she flashed me a wonderful look down her shirt and I saw that her bra was pink and lacy as well. She sat back and lifted her leg straight out in front of her. It seemed as if she didn't know or didn't care, but I was able to look directly up her skirt at her pussy pressed against those lacy panties. She had to know she was flashing me...or did she? The next pair, she let me tie the straps for her. I was able to lean close to her tan legs as I tried to focus on the straps in my fingers. As I fumbled with them, I kept sneaking peeks up her skirt. She made no effort to close her legs and I took every opportunity to look. By the time she had on the third pair, I thought I noticed a little damp spot on the crotch of her panties. Maybe she was flashing me; maybe she was getting a little turned on by allowing me to peek up her skirt. Maybe that was why she wore those lacy panties that barely concealed the glorious goods underneath. Whatever the reason, I was enjoying the show. She sat there with her legs just slightly apart and decided that she wanted to buy all three pairs of shoes. She asked me to ring them up while she went to look at a pair of sandals she liked and might buy on her next visit. I scooted the stool back, and she stood up. All of the fidgeting around in the chair, all the movements of her legs and wriggling that sweet ass as she did so apparently caused her skirt to ride up in back and for whatever reason, static cling maybe, her entire ass was exposed as she walked over to the sandals. Her lacy, pink, bikini panties were there for all to see. She had no idea that her ass was exposed and looked at the sandals unconcerned. Several customers noticed. A few of the women started to approach her to tell her, but thought differently and left the store. A group of high school jocks had stopped in to look at some sneakers, and when they saw her standing there in her panties, they stopped dead and just stared. After a minute or so, she must have noticed that others were staring and she looked around. When she realized that her ass was out there for all to see, she quickly tried to adjust her skirt and cover herself. Her frantic efforts didn't work, for not only was she unable to cover herself, the panicked tugging at her skirt caused it to come unsnapped and fall down around her legs. Horrified, she bent over to pull up the skirt, and I could see that the wet spot on her panties had gotten even bigger. She ran out of the store clutching her skirt and trying to pull it up over her butt. By now, I was really turned on. I had seen up her skirt, eyed her panties, watched her get aroused, and then humiliated. After the commotion she caused, most of the customers had left. I took the opportunity to go to the men's room. I pulled out my cock, which quickly got fully hard, and I jacked off as I recalled what I had just seen. When I pictured the panicked look on her face as she bent over to pull up her skirt with the wet spot in her panties in plain sight, I came hard. After catching my breath and cleaning up a bit, I returned to work.