0 comments/ 64218 views/ 0 favorites Shoes By: foxxieme It would be closing time soon. I wanted to go home as soon after closing time as I could, feed the bird take a hot bath and go to bed. The bell chimed to signal a customer. She walked in on a broken heal. "Please, I know you are closing but I broke a heal and need a pair of shoes. I can be fast." I could not say no to her big ,round eyes. "OK," I said, "what do you need?" I was surprised when she said she needed a night of passion. Blushing a bit, I picked up a pair of black heals somewhat like the ones she had on. "How about these??" Getting a nod, I ask the size. She shrugged and sat down in a chair to take off her shoes. I sat on the stool in front of her and gently lifted her foot to size it. I could not help but notice she was pantiless under her short, short skirt. Blushing to my ears, I got up and rushed to the stock room for a pair of size fives. On the way back, I noticed that there were still a lot of shoppers heading out of the mall for the night. Wow, were there always this many people here at this hour? I sat down, taking a shoe out of the box. I jumped when she started to run her bare foot along my stockinged ankle. This was something very new to me. I mean I had heard of women who liked women but I had never met one. Never had one so close. Never thought they would look like anyone else. Mom always said they all wear flannel shirts and boots. I was fascinated, nervous and curious as to what she would do. Afraid of my reaction, I started to pick up the foot that was rubbing my ankle and she replaced it with the other, saying it was the larger of the two. So, as I was placing the foot into the shoe she was running her foot up my calf. No more than eight feet away, behind her, there was Roger, the other night manager. "I need to hit the road, can you lock up?", he asked, as I was praying to all that would listen he would not come over. "Sure," I said, trying not to let my nervousness show. "Can you check the loading bay," I asked, knowing it would take him the other way. I was really rather flustered, the foot was climbing my thigh, there were people everywhere. I could not tell her to stop, I could not find the words. The sheer stockings I had on felt electric where she caressed. My mind was a blank. I was frightened and unsure why. More lights went off as Roger hit the night switch, he would be coming out this way. She put the foot the rest of the way in the shoe I was still holding and said, "You look as frightened as a little rabbit, what could be the matter?" There where still a few people in the store, mostly employees preparing to go. Roger got his coat and left. I was much relieved. Then I gasped as the woman brushed her foot across the place that had never been touched by anyone but me. A chill ran through my body. I stopped seeing the other people in the store. I rocked forward just a little, I was getting exited. I removed the shoe that I had so recently put on and started to rub her foot. Holding it like that lifted her leg just high enough ,I saw a dark patch of hair. I had never seen any but my own and I blushed again. She pulled me forward with the foot I held in my hands. Leaning forward on her chair, she kissed me on the lips. Shivering to my very soul, I did my best to kiss her back. She reached up and stroked my cheek and neck, sending shivering hot flames through me. I wanted more. I wanted to know what more was. Reaching out a trembling hand I touched the hollow of her neck. It was soft and warm and I wanted to feel that skin on mine. She took my face in her hands and pulled me to her. I was on my knees in front of her and we kissed softly. Then she tickled my lip with her tongue. I let my lips part for her, tasted her tongue on mine, explored her mouth as she explored mine. All I knew was her, all I wanted was her. Her hands wandered my back like a well known place, while mine explored hers, new and unknown. She caressed my breasts through the fabric of my uniform. I stroked hers with a little hesitance. She slid forward on the chair and her skirt stayed behind, pulling itself out of her way as she made herself available. Whispering in my ear, she asked if I wanted this, if I wanted her to stop. I could not think. I did not want her to stop, but here? in the store? in a voice so husky and deep I could hardly believe it was mine I heard my self say "more" that was the last word I remember for a long while. Feeling her hot hands on my bare breast I briefly wondered when my dress had been unbuttoned. The thought passed quickly as she slowly squeezed my nipple between her fingers. I gasped and arched my back. While I was leaned back, she laid me down in the shadows behind the chair and began kissing my neck and ears, shoulders, breasts. Where did my clothes go and how? I almost had time to wonder before she sucked a breast into her mouth. Her hands were all over me like they were looking for something lost, slowly searching for what they wanted. Her lips and tongue helped them hunt. Pressure against my thighs made me spread my legs as I was gently lifted up and my panties pulled off. I thought I was going to turn inside out when I felt her finger the hair I had not gotten used to seeing on myself. It was quiet in the store and I new any sound would carry through the space like a shout. So I put both hands over my mouth as she brought her mouth to me, nibbling softly on the lips for a second, then licking right between them, parting them. I never knew anything could feel like this, hot and electric. She sucked and nibbled, licked and caressed. Her tongue was like liquid lightning, hands on my breasts as hot as fire. I bucked and writhed wanting to get closer, wanting more of this feeling. Then she was licking my clit, sucking. I could not help it, I came and screamed into the hands I held so tightly across my mouth. She kissed me and stood. Shoes She had on these flat-soled casual shoes, so very cute, but out of place in this glamorous setting. I wondered if anyone else noticed she had them on. More likely they just noticed how she was dressed. With all the bare-shouldered women with their long glittery dresses and high luscious cleavage out on display, it felt as though the girl in the worn shoes was inappropriate although I could not keep my eyes from the smooth pampered skin and smooth shiny perfect curls of the women around me that was so erotic. My dress was simple, lacey vintage, not low cut but very short showing off my long legs. I tucked my feet under my chair. I loved my heels, with their heavy binding around the foot balanced by the delicate shape they created with my legs. A woman whose pearls ran down her back into the valley her shoulder-blades made turned from the stage to the man she was with. I instinctively scowled a bit and broke my stare from her. My head turned again to under the room across from me where the girl with the shoes was tapping her foot, impatience maybe? I looked up her slim jeans, to the chair and to her loose-fitting tee that seemed barely just opaque enough. Too bad, I thought, I could tell her when she breathed in and out that her breasts were the perfect size, round and soft..I looked up to her face and saw with surprise that she was staring back at me. I was taken aback, frozen. she smiled, stood up and walked to the door at the back corner of the room. I was confused, then saw it was the entrance to the hall where the restroom was, and I saw her hand linger for a second on the frame of the door before she disappeared inside, like she was signaling me. My heart beat fast, did anyone else notice that? is this really happening? I scanned the room, the glittering bodies with their monochrome dates still sat staring ahead, engrossed in what I'm sure was the ballet performance of the century. I was there alone, so I had no obligation to stay in my seat. The man next to me was old and wrinkled, I pressed by him hurriedly. The doors to the hallway opened smoothly and there I was. It was quieter back away from the action of the performance. Slowly pulling the plush restroom door open, I softly walked into the powder room. There she was, sitting on a chair, she was, of all things, tying her shoe. She heard me come in and looked up, i couldn't help but smile as she did, with a devious glint in her eye. Before I knew what had happened, she had me pinned to the wall, her tongue deep inside my mouth, mine playing, fighting with hers as we kissed. I could feel our breasts rub against each other, my nipples hardened from the contact. Her hands held my arms back against the wall so I could not move and she moved down to kiss my neck, her lips feeling so good on my skin. I bit my lip as I grew even more wet, soaking my tiny black panties. One of her hands let go from me and softly rubbed my left breast. I moaned and reached my now free hand to take off her shirt. She laughed, stepped back and stripped it off in front of me. I was right, absolutely perfect, I don't think anyone else noticed that from under her tee. She was about a c-cup, larger than I had seen from afar. My tiny b-cups couldn't compare to the fullness of how they moved when she walked towards me. She left on her tight jeans, which fit her perfectly and framed her stunning stomach. My dress buttoned down the side and I started to undo the buttons, but she walked up and moved my hands away and helped unbutton them for me. I felt an electricity when she touched me, and a passion I hadn't felt in a long time. The grace and beauty of the ballet dancers and the glamorous audience usually excited me, one of the pleasures of attending the ballet, but it was nothing compared to this. I wondered why someone like her would be at the most famous theater in the world. 'What brings you to the ballet?' I asked with a smirk. My hands were stroking her back, feeling her skin tingle with my touch. Half-way done, concentrating on the buttons, she kissed the side of my now-exposed breasts, 'The sight-seeing, same as you I suppose," she replyed. We both laughed and then my dress fell off and I pulled her up and held her close to my almost nude body as we kissed again.