Bedroom Closet

I had vis­ited the store sev­eral times. Try­ing to decide if they were worth it or not. Just a pair of shoes, I told myself, but I knew dif­fer­ent. These were shoes that Simon would crawl for, or tie me up in, either way was fine with me. A sim­ple black peek-a-boo pump, ankle strap, nice height heel. But the details, that’s where the beauty was. Peek­ing out behind the black, sliv­ers of red, pout­ing like lips, barely vis­i­ble but star­tling once you saw it. It was like peek­ing under a ladies skirt, see­ing mainly dark­ness until a peek of pink let you know that she wasn’t wear­ing panties. Think­ing about these shoes, and what I would be doing in them made me hot.

She was there again as well, play­fully teas­ing me, laugh­ing and toss­ing her hair. She was as tempt­ing as the shoes, but seemed less attain­able. She had a sweet face, great smile, nice skin. But what caught my atten­tion first was her breasts. Per­fect for her frame, not huge but not small, pushed up and pre­sented like gifts peek­ing out of a scoop neck sweater. Nice curves, form fit­ting skirt, hair pulled back in a clip with pieces loose here and there. “You know you should at least try them on.” I had been in before and talked to her, never tempt­ing myself fur­ther. Today though, she pulled me to a chair. I laughed and told her alright. I had worn a skirt and stock­ings, just in case, I did want to see what they looked like. She came back and knelt down, gen­tly tak­ing my ankle in her hand. “Oh, I can get it.” I said, some­what star­tled by the elec­tric­ity she had shot through me. “Oh, no, it’s my plea­sure, and you can see I’m not being attacked by other cus­tomers.” The store was empty. As she slipped the shoe on my foot I saw her eyes move slowly up my leg. She care­fully buck­led the ankle strap and leaned back and looked up. “Gor­geous” she said. “Thank you, they are aren’t they.” I was star­tled by my sud­den shy­ness. “We have to see them both.” She said coyly and pulled my over foot toward her, spread­ing my legs the slight­est bit to posi­tion her­self between them. The other shoe she put on slower, her hands lin­ger­ing on my ankle, mov­ing slightly up my calf. Again she sat back to admire them, say­ing again “gor­geous” but this time with­out a glance at my shoes. Her eyes looked straight into me and I could feel my pussy get wet.

I smiled back at her this time, feel­ing my con­fi­dence return, think­ing that maybe I was wrong, that nei­ther shoe nor shop girl was unat­tain­able. “Is it just me, or are these, I don’t know…a bit sug­ges­tive? Almost lewd?” I ask, test­ing her a bit. “Yes, absolutely, they are com­pletely lick­able…” She said ris­ing back from her lean, now on her knees in front of me. Her use of the word lick­able made me take my breath. All I could think of was lick­ing the tops of those per­fect breasts. She never broke eye con­tact and when she heard my slight gasp she con­tin­ued “I think they suit you per­fectly, lick­able.” Her smile I real­ized now had turned from sweet to absolutely sul­try. She knew the damp spot she was cre­at­ing, and she liked it. “Well, how can I turn down a pitch like that?” I asked and then sud­denly “Or was it an offer?” I held my breath, not believ­ing I had been so bold and then sighed deeply when she responded by very slowly, very sub­tly slid­ing her hand up my skirt and slip­ping a fin­ger inside my wet pussy. Slip­ping her hand back out and rais­ing her fin­ger to her lips she responded “that was both…” and grace­fully got up off of her knees…

con­tinue the story here…

This entry was posted on Sunday, January 25th, 2009 at 8:20 pm and is filed under Avas Side, Shopgirl., To be continued.... You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.