Bedroom Closet

If you didn’t see the begin­ning start here…

“Well, how can a girl say no…” I told her, my voice shaky but filled with excite­ment.  She pulled me up and walked me across the store.  Hold­ing up my left hand she looked up at me with a smol­der­ing glance, “You’re mar­ried”.  “Hap­pily” I responded, wait­ing for an objec­tion.  “How would he feel about you com­ing home with two pair?”  I paused, know­ing exactly how Simon would feel, try­ing to find out how to word it. “Disappointed…if I didn’t come home with you too.”  She laughed as she sat me down on the bench.  Her hands were more bold as she removed the shoes.  Start­ing at the top of my thigh, smooth­ing down my stock­ings, trac­ing the arch of my foot, the peek-a-boo toe with her fin­ger­tip.  I imag­ined those fin­gers else­where and shiv­ered.  “I have another pair you must try.  Don’t move.”  She rose up and walked to the back room.  I noticed again her curves, and now the details of her cloth­ing.  Neatly tai­lored, harsh almost.  Black skirt tight around her hips, slim to her knees with a long slit in the back.  It allowed her an ease of walk­ing as well as a peek of the top of thigh high stock­ings.  I watched her walk, see­ing lace and creamy skin peek out at me.  Her sweater but­toned from top to bot­tom in the back.  A neat row of pearls that I could imag­ine undo­ing, slowly reveal­ing a soft back and her per­fect breasts com­pletely with a sim­ple shrug of her shoul­ders and a turn.  My face flushed think­ing of it.  And her walk.  So con­fi­dant, so proper.  I couldn’t help but do as she said.

She came back into the room hold­ing a long black box.  I hadn’t moved a mus­cle, she noticed.  “Good girl,” she said with a wink, “I’ll like these on you.”  Open­ing the box she took out a boot, an amaz­ing boot.  Black patent leather, pointed toe, seem­ingly made from a sin­gle piece.  A tall thin heel, at least four inches of what appeared to be steel.  But the most amaz­ing detail was the clo­sure.  Steel balls dot­ted up the out­side of the entire boot, tiny tog­gles, but­ton­ing up the length, it was eas­ily knee high.  The effect was that of a strand of steel pearls run­ning down the out­side of the calf.  This was not a boot to slip on in a hurry.  Pulling me to the end of the bench she posi­tioned me.  She parted my legs, hav­ing me strad­dle the bench and kneeled on one side.  Had she been at the end of the bench she would have had a clear view of the wet spot on my panties.  I knew that she knew it was already there.  “Hold up your leg.”  She held out a hand for my ankle and I quickly obliged.  She slipped the boot on and began to slowly but­ton it.  My leg began to trem­ble from her touch and the ten­sion.  “Keep still” she said sweetly, but behind the sweet was an obvi­ous com­mand.  It took all of my con­cen­tra­tion to keep my leg steady, held in front of me in such an awk­ward posi­tion.  She con­tin­ued to but­ton and my breath­ing got heavy.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.  Her nim­ble fin­gers, her breasts, her per­fect pos­ture.  I could imag­ine her con­trol­ling me, her con­fi­dence, her poise.  I felt her bend­ing my knee and was pulled back to the present.  Push­ing my leg up onto the bench she fin­ished the but­tons, and looked at her work.  My knee was to my chest, the heel was so high, it dug into the bench like a knife.  “Lay back,” she told me and once again I imme­di­ately obeyed.  “Oh yes, I like those on you.”  I stayed on my back as she moved in front of me and asked for my other leg.  I could feel her fin­gers on each but­ton and her eyes lin­ger­ing on the wet space between my legs.  In my cur­rent posi­tion I was very exposed, and she was enjoy­ing every minute of it.  Invol­un­tar­ily I glanced at the door to the the shop.  The posi­tion we were both in was not quiet nor­mal for the aver­age shoe bou­tique.  She noticed and said with a laugh “I locked the door and hung the sign as soon as you came in.”  When she fin­ished the other boot she pushed my leg up to match the other.  My skirt fell up and I was lying on the nar­row bench knees in the air, wet pussy peek­ing through closed knees, sim­i­lar in so many ways to the shoes that brought me here in the first place.

“Stand up, let me see.”  I swung my legs to the side of the bench, try­ing to regain my com­po­sure.  As I stood I swayed, dizzy from my thoughts and her touch.  We both laughed a lit­tle and she told me to walk around to her.  Care­fully I moved on heels so high and thin.  They caused me to stand taller and think about every step.  Slowly I came around to her side of the bench.  She had a wide smile and a gleam in her eyes.  “I’m not sure I can walk in these” I said with a laugh.  She cir­cled me like a cat, and turned me to face the bench.  “Walk­ing wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” she pushed my body for­ward, bend­ing me at the waist, plac­ing my hands on the bench in front of me.  She was taller than me and now, with the heels, my ass was right at her hips.  She stood behind me and admired, then, press­ing her hips up against me she bent over my back and whis­pered in my ear, “They will be for kneel­ing, bend­ing, and crawl­ing.”  I panted as again her hand found its way up my skirt and fin­gers found their way to my wetness.

A knock on the door star­tled me, but she remained for a moment, her fin­gers lin­ger­ing, teas­ing me.  She glanced at the door.  “Damn…” look­ing at me she smiled.  “Sweet­heart, I think we should fin­ish this later.  You’re place?  Around six?  You bet­ter take those off so you don’t hurt your­self on the way home, I want you com­pletely in tact.”  I quickly com­posed myself and began unbut­ton­ing, ignor­ing the ques­tion­ing glance from the deliv­ery man.  As she talked busi­ness I packed up the shoe boxes, stack­ing them neatly, get­ting my things together.  I wrote the address on a card and qui­etly went to hand it to her.  She asked the man to excuse her for just a moment and took me to the back room.  With­out a word she reached under my skirt and pulled my soaked panties down.  They slipped around my ankles and she held out her hand.  I quickly retrieved them and handed them over.  She led me back to the front of the store, panties and card held in one hand and con­tin­ued her busi­ness. As I began to leave the store she called me back, “Don’t for­get your shoes, and tell your hus­band he won’t be dis­ap­pointed.”  I began to tell her I hadn’t paid yet, and she held up her hand with the panties.  “Yes you did” she said “I’ll see you at six.”

con­tinue on here…

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