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over a year ago
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Part Two: The Shoe Shop Encounter
By Katy Scott
Being self employed is F.U.N fun! I choose the hours I work and play... and I love to play. Whether it’s lunch with friends, a day out shopping or a relaxing day at my favourite and local hydro spa. Today is a shopping day... I want to get a few new outfits and THAT means new shoes...! New clothes are great, don’t get me wrong but shoes..... glorious shoes! Are my absolute weakness. Honestly, I think I have at least three different styles of shoes for each of the outfits I already have at home, in all the colours of the rainbow. It’s a passion of mine, I have to be colour co-ordinated all the time (unless I’m naked) then it’s not necessary. My clothes are bespoke so my shoes HAVE to be bespoke and the only place I know of that is a bespoke ladies shoe shop is nearby. I think I will have to pop in there and have a look around. This will be my first visit to this particular shop as I usually do my shoe shopping in London, but it’s too hot and humid in the city and the crowds are maddening.
Unlocking the boot of my car, I carefully place each bag next to one another so that the flat bottoms of each bag is free standing. It’s an O.C.D thing I have.... among other things! Oh I know it’s a funny thing to have and yes it can get out of control but I think of it as a good ‘thing’ because I’m not a naturally tidy person but have learnt to be tidy. Does that even make sense? I close the boot and walk round to the drivers door. I love my little Crossfire, sure buying it new it loses value but I don’t have to worry about money. I own my own business, my home has no mortgage and business is booming. I get into my car and let the soft top down and start my car. I plug in my satnav and type in the street address of this shoe shop and the Tom-Tom says twenty minutes during off peak time and it’s the most direct route. Tom-Tom is in its cradle and I pull out of the parking and I head for the exit.
Twenty minutes later and I’m pulling into parking a little way from the shoe shop, and I’m across the road from it. Locking the car, and turning to look at the facade of the shop, I put my sunglasses on and really look at the shop. It’s not a huge place and it’s in a row of shops on the end of the high street, fully glass fronted and double doors. The signage is very chic and professional hand painted ( I was told this) so I knew what to look for. I stroll across and diagonally towards the shop, I stroll, I don’t totter or stride or amble.....I stroll. And just as I was told, there are only two people in the shop. The older grey haired lady at the till and a (double take) oh my god! He isn’t just young but he is GORGEOUS! Oh fucking wow! Sorry! There is no other descriptive word I can think of right now... so this will just have to do! A quick mental check of myself, and a quicker glance at my reflection everything is fine.... breathe girl.... relax.... and now my hand is rising to push the door open and no time left for thought or self check. Smile girl and a slight nod in the cashiers direction and I stroll around looking at the shoes and VERY aware of oh my god he is right at my elbow and he is saying something..... I hear help you today. I turn towards him with a planted smile and I look up at him and, boom! It’s like a physical explosion has knocked me, rattled my cage. He has intense blue/grey eyes, a finely chiselled nose that’s slightly too big, well shaped forehead and eyebrows. His lips aren’t thin but they aren’t big either, they look very kissable. I was watching those lips and trying to look at him. My voice wouldn’t work properly and it came out deeper and huskies than my usual timbre. I said yes and pointed out a couple of pairs that had caught my eye and I turned to move away from the racks and went to the other side of the shop towards some chairs I had glimpsed. Away from the windows and out of the cashiers eyeline. I sat down and carefully arranged my skirt slightly higher up my thighs to make fitting the shoes and looking at them on my feet a bit easier.... but I also wanted this god of men to notice ME!
It was as he came back towards me that I saw his name tag, Andrew that I watched his face to see if and or when he noticed my skirt. It was a gift to watch his face as he knelt down in front of and slightly to the side of me, his eyes registered my skirt. This man was good. Didn’t bat an eyelid! No flush creeping up from his collar. But his nostrils flared! I was quite imperious with him. Him taking my shoe off and sliding the new one on and again with my other foot. I stood up and walked around but they were a tad too big and again I surreptitiously hiked my skirt a bit higher and ever so slightly spread my legs. Well.... it was hot outside but inside the shop the air conditioning was working well.... I wasn't sweating, I smelt good (I love laPerla). Andrew was still kneeling and took my right foot, had he shifted ever so slightly more in front of me? His hands actually holding my foot and my calf, removed the shoe and taking my left foot his other hand went slightly higher than is necessary..... mmmmm that’s nice, he has noticed. I have also noticed a slight bulging in the crotch of his trousers. Now this is going to be fun! I can feel it.... my blood feels like it has champagne bubbles, my skin has become very sensitive, almost like the feeling you get when you remove hair from somewhere that doesn’t normally get removed.... that unusually bare feeling.... Andrew says we will try the other pair he had brought out with the first and takes my foot and yes, very definitely his hand is behind my knee as he slips the shoes onto my feet and stands up, offering me his hand to stand. I take it and look up at his face.....oh he is talking to me with those eyes.... he is ravishing me, lust is written all over his face just like mine? I walk and feel these are a better fit and turn to tell him but not before I have undone two of the small pearl buttons on my cream silk blouse. I stroll towards him, I feel the sexual tension between us, it feels like an electric current sizzling everything around us and I feel a slight dampness between my legs and I sit down automatically raising my skirt another inch. Andrew HAS moved! He is now almost directly on front of me. His nostrils flare and he looks right up my skirt, his eyes widen, he licks his lips and the bulge is VERY noticeable! He has such gentle, strong hands. Beautifully shaped nails but not manicured, nice soft skin and slightly tanned. He moved and at first I thought he was going to kiss my knee when he stood up and at my direction, found another pair of shoes made by the same company as the last pair I had tried on, only a different colour and less strappy. When Andrew, knelt down completely in front of me AND a lot closer than previously, I knew something would happen so I moved my leg slightly outwards but made it look like I needed space to do so. His eyes grew bigger and his pupils dilated he was that close I could see the instant it happened. He looked like he was getting hot not sweating, just that sheen on the skin. I quickly bent over at the waist, so it would look like I was admiring the shoes, giving Andrew an advantageous good look at my cleavage, from that position I looked up at him kneeling in front of me and I slowly sit up straight, never taking our eyes off each other and knowing this, this sexual tension just has to be released . His eyes dropped from mine to my chest and he saw...... well he got an eye full. As I said earlier, I only wear bespoke clothing, all my underwear is from Victoria’s Secret. I am wearing a very cute, see through white lace bra. It’s not a floral lace, more like extremely fine netting with minute freshwater pearls scattered here and there, but not overdone. I stand up as I tell him about another pair of shoes I had noticed while he was away and strolled to where the shoes were. I bent over straight legged to reach the shoes, and in doing so the hem of my skirt rode up till it was just covering my bum. I remembered now..... I had no panties on! How had I forgotten that! Only because a couple of the pearls had come loose and I wanted to mend them.... remember? I wear clothes to co-ordinate everything and I've something can’t be worn, I’d rather go without than to not co-ordinate!
I stood up rather quickly trying to save face and turned and blundered straight into Andy. My left hip brushing firmly into his groin! I could feel the hardness and the warmth. Had he seen everything from behind? He grabbed for me to prevent me from falling. Grabbing me around my hips he got a handful of bare bum!My hands seemed to go everywhere... one on his chest and the other on his upper thigh. We kind of walked to the chair and set me down and he turned away from me, went over towards the cashier. I heard the murder of conversation but not individual words. Then I heard the door open and close and a feint snick of a key turning. Andrew was walking towards me from the door, saying that he had sent his cashier home as it was closing time but he was happy to continue with my selection and purchase. By now I was feeling extremely turned on.....Andrew couldn’t be older than 23 or 24.... but I couldn’t care! He’s is an adult and I'm not forcing him into doing anything.....and I turn towards him as he approaches... I look at him directly in his eye and undo the last couple of buttons on my blouse and crook a finger at him.. .he comes towards me dropping onto his knees in front of me and buries his head between my breasts. I ripped his shirt off, buttons go flying everywhere! His trousers were off in a flash.... his cock was standing so rigid and throbbing. I took him in hand and guided him towards my mouth.... it was hot, raw lust. Eventually ater a lit of tasting and teasing he held me very firmly and turned me onto my knees on the chair my hands gripping the backrest and sliwly inched his cock deep into my hot,wet pussy. His cock is long and thick and it just works.... I couldn’t tell you how long it took me to buy those shoes.... I have the sales receipt somewhere in my bag but I can tell you that Andrew and I were at each has other and just couldn’t keep our hands and mouths away from one another..... I really do need another pair of shoes....! I wonder if Andrew still thinks about our shoe shop encounter....?
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