Sensual Play in the Shoe Store
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I love shoes. I mean, I really love shoes - Paulo had to give up his study in the condo so I could make a new “closet” for them! And yes, I most often like the expensive ones, but in my vice, I even love picking up a cheap pair (or two) at those cheesy discount shoe stores if the shoes are cute. And that is where I met “him.”
He looked comically big stuffed in between those high racks of shoes. He was sweating - it was hot, and the old store’s air conditioning wasn’t keeping up with the hot Miami sun. The store had seen better days, and so had the man that came forward when he heard the bell on the door ring.
“Hi, what can I do for…oh, hello” he said, catching a glimpse of my leg. Obviously, he wasn’t used to a woman of my caliber walking into his hovel. “What can I do for you?” incredulous that I would actually be looking for shoes in a shoe store.
“Well,” I replied, “I’d like to look at shoes. I guess you could say I have a foot fetish.” He laughed nervously at my joke, asked some fitting questions, then scurried off to find something that would please me. He called out a few moments later, and sat me down in a dark corner of the store, and gently, lovingly slipped off my current shoe, and slid his suggested pair on, almost erotically.
“You have perfect, wonderful feet, my lady.” He said, looking at my toes as he slid the shoe on.
“You can call me Lily. What is your name?” I asked, noticing that he was now rubbing my calf, giving me a slow, but very sensual foot massage. I was enjoying the foot play far too much to resist his surprisingly smooth hands relax my feet and legs.
“It doesn’t matter.” he said, slowly ending his massage, and going back to find another pair to fit to my feet, dejectedly. I didn’t want the fun to end; his hands were magic, and I was always up for a new playmate. “Why did you stop?” I cooed at him.
“I was too forward. My wife - god bless her soul - had feet like yours, I’m sorry. I always used to rub her feet after we made love. I’m sorry, please forgive…” I crushed my mouth to his, cutting short his tale of woe, to try and light his fire of manhood once again. His lips met mine, and he started to thrust his tongue into my mouth. In moments I was on the floor with him, my hand down his pants, urging his manhood to its full thickness, and bringing back his carnal desires.
When he was hard enough, I stood up, and ripped off my blouse and bra, and dropped my skirt, and said hungrily “you take me now, you fuck me like a man, and you don’t apologize for it!” The freedom snapped in him, and soon he was naked. He was hairy, almost wolf like, and he growled when he saw my naked form only covered with hose and garters. He pounced on me, pushing me to the floor, and spreading my legs. He speared me with his throbbing manhood, every thrust an animal grunt as he grabbed at my ass, trying to push his whole being into me. His musky smell filled my nostrils as he pinned me to the floor, and the friction soon got me to the edge. With a few final grunts, he finished inside me, his jism bringing me to orgasm, and as we both shook in each others arms, we then relaxed for several minutes, our hearts racing.
After our encounter, he cleaned up, and proceeded to choose several pair of stellar stilettos and pumps that I still have to this day. The shop finally closed not that long ago. But those memories of that dusty shoe store floor will be with me forever.
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