"I'm telling you, Rachel, it should be the law! Every woman should have to wear these things! They ALL would be SO grateful!"
Both girls laughed hysterically to each other over their phones!
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Moments earlier that same day, as she pulled her car into the open parking space near the front of the apartment building where she lived, Mandy was excited. Moreover, why should she not be excited after the shoe store just now? Actually, even that did not describe the full level of blissful feeling to which she had climbed during the ride back here this morning (she checked her watch, yes, still morning). Mandy was downright bubbling as she shut the car off. She flung the door open while snatching the keys from the ignition. She jumped out, slammed the door shut and ran straight-out toward the outside stairs to her third floor apartment!
She made it exactly two steps before she stopped stone cold in her tracks, her hand smacking, flat-palmed, down on the little frayed denim strip that covered her vagina, her eyes clenched shut, her body contorted over. It had occurred so suddenly and so completely, that if people had seen her just then, they would have thought that she had jarred her neck or her back and was in excruciating pain.
"Oh my god!" Mandy's mind screamed at her. "Oh my god!"
After what was, in reality, just a few seconds, but which had seemed to her as being ages, Mandy opened and raised her eyes to see if anybody was around to see her. Nobody was within eyesight. Nevertheless, not yet moving anything much beyond her eyes themselves, she had to be certain. Slowly, Mandy started turning her head around. Nobody seemed to be behind her. She looked down the street. Again, no moving cars were within range that they would have been able to see. She looked up. Nobody was on the stairs or balconies of the apartments. It looked like the coast was clear. Hoping beyond hope that no recording surveillance cameras were near, and still holding her one hand flat against the material that was against her charms, Mandy brought her other hand, car-keys still in them to her mouth to stifle an embarrassed laugh. She slowly stood up straight, holding her legs tightly together. Only then did she remove her hand from her own crotch.
Controlling the urge to run was difficult. She managed, very coyly and very gingerly, to walk the remaining distance to the stairs, to climb the two flights up to her floor, and then to further walk down the hall to her apartment door, all the time keeping her thighs held tightly together and resembling nothing more than a deranged penguin.
A moment later she was inside, the door closed and locked behind her with her body leaning back hard against it, both hands against her mouth, her face beet red, and her eyes dancing in delight. A moment after that, Mandy fell on the floor, legs splayed in a most unladylike display, in uncontrollable fits of laughter.
After several minutes past, with her embarrassment subsided, Mandy reached for her phone.
"I have to tell Rach!"
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Mandy had been trying on stiletto heel after stiletto heel for what seemed all morning. She would scurry around in her bare-feet, until she found something provocative. She would then sit down, strap the pair onto her feet, then get up and strut (the only word for it) her long shapely form, emphasized by the heels, over to the floor-to-ceiling mirrors at the store, only to turn repeatedly one way and another.
Fact is, she was mostly checking out how she looked, legs and ass and everything, more than how any particular brand of shoe looked or felt.
When she was through with one brand or style, she would tend to just casually leave the un-boxed shoes next to their now empty container and, again, in bare-feet, scurry to the next one that caught her eye.
When she finally left, the sales attendant at the shoe store, whom had never left the cash register while Mandy was there, once again gave Mandy that same most un-approving look that she had given Mandy earlier.
"I hope that we managed to satisfy you, miss?"
"Oh, you have, you have!" Mandy was giving as good as she got and right back at the old broad!
Of course, Mandy was not satisfied. This had only served to heighten her sense of adventure. However, she was at a loss over where to go next! The library could be kinky. There might be several possibilities there. Maybe she could just go for a walk in the park. The innocent bending over in order to tie a tennie's laces could be perfect! Another store perhaps? Probably not, the shoe store crossed those all off the list.
"Gawd!" She could not take it, she was so horny. "I've got to go home to masturbate and plan this afternoon better!"
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"Mmmmm, wouldn't an encounter with a shoe salesman be delicious," thought Mandy.
She could picture it.
She would be sitting there in a chair, having asked to try on some stiletto heeled, sandal-foot "fuck me" high-heels. Maybe, she would have actually used the words "fuck me" when asking for them. Would not that be interesting?
The attendant would be a flustered young man, early twenties preferably. Yes, early twenties would do very nicely, even just right!
He would be in a uniform of some kind, maybe a jacket with the store name emblazoned on it, and just the kind of thing such a manipulatable young man would be wearing. No, wait, maybe a loose blue pull-over shirt, with collar, again with the store name on it. Yes, much better this way! It would be as if he was just a temporary employee, somebody that she could tease and not worry her head about afterwards! Yes! In addition, he would be in jeans and tennis shoes. Yeah, that would be good.
He would have brought out a series of four or five shoeboxes of various varieties of such shoes, barely able to carry the stack of boxes without dropping them for his ineptitude.
He would kneel down in front of Mandy and be staring at her feet, wanting to touch them, to remove Mandy's tennie's, but simultaneously being too intimidated by her sexy naked legs to ask. His hand would be almost fluttering about, him not knowing how to proceed with such a stunning vision.
