It was my birthday, my 30th birthday actually. A milestone in our lives and I was looking for a new pair of shoes. You know those sexy come-fuck-me shoes that were way too young for me? Yeah those...and I wanted a pair in red patent leather, with the sexy straps that wrapped around my ankles, at least 5" high.
Hey men buy sports cars for their mid life crisis, I wanted some sexy shoes!
I went into the shop, all sorts of sexy shoes over one wall and men's runners and dress shoes on the other. I smiled at the sales man as he approached me.
I guess I should say sales boy, as he looked to be in his early 20s. Short light brown hair, big blue eyes, wide shoulders and what looked like a hard body completed the package. I had to stop myself from saying YUM outloud.
I told him what I was looking for and actually blushed a bit, secretly wishing that I was about 10 years younger as he turned to get what I'd asked for and I got my first look at his tight little ass.
I almost pulled one of those moves from the movies and bit into my fist. Goddamn he was sexy! I shook my head a bit, bringing myself back to reality and slipped off my loafers.
He was definitely young and hot! And I was old and obviously delusional.
I mean I'm not chopped liver by any means; I'm about 5'7, with long brown hair and blue eyes. While my ass is probably bigger than it should be, the rest of me still looks pretty damn good! I'm classically curvy; at least that's what I call it. 38d up top, nice hourglass shape to my hips and bigger than it probably should be ass. But still all in all, pretty damn good for 30!
I reigned in my raging, sexually peaking hormones and shook my head back into reality as he sat at my feet and lifted one to slide into the first style he'd brought for my inspection. They were defiantly sexy, leather with high heels and a buckle over the top of the foot.
But they were black, and I wanted hot, sexy and red. I also wanted the ones with the ankle strap.
I told him this again, and off he went. Giving me another great view of his ass as he bobbed around a bit then bent over, grabbing a couple of boxes and returning.
His soft fingers traced lightly over my instep as he slid the shoes onto my feet. I actually felt my body start to respond to his indifferent touches, my pussy growing a little wet as he took his time wrapping the long strap slowly around my ankle. I tried to think about something else: my shopping list...my lottery numbers...the last book I read...anything else! But I just kept seeing in my head those long fingers with my nipples pinched between them while his head was between my thighs.
I cleared my throat as his fingers lingered against my ankle, his eyes meeting mine.
"Now those are some hot shoes! Why not get up and see how they feel?"
His voice was low and almost seductive as he offered his hand to me, my body tingled a bit in all the right places as I stood up on the higher than I was used to heels and teetered a little bit.
He suggested I walk around a bit.
I walked slowly to the full length mirror on the adjacent wall without falling on my face, yes the shoes were sexy as hell by my feet felt like they were being squashed and tortured in some kind of medieval torture device with each step I took. I actually grimaced on my way over then smiled and gritted my teeth as I glanced at them on my feet.
Sexy was an understatement! They were glorious!
I smiled as turned this way and that, I thought about that age old adage, No pain no gain. They were mine! And I was wearing them home that very day!
"Oh I'll take them! They are just what I was looking for, Thank you..." I stumbled because of course I didn't know his name, "Umm...thank you!"
"It's Matt," He extended his hand and I shook it, "And you're more than welcome." He smiled and tilted his head towards the back of the store, "Maybe we should take them back and put them on the rack if you plan on wearing them home today and don't want blisters by the time you get there?"
I had no idea what he was talking about...well I did about the blisters, which I felt already forming, but not 'the rack' as he put it.
"Come with me Ms....?" he turned down a hall as I followed slowly.
"Its Marie." I smiled and wondered if it might have looked like more of a grimace as each step I took brought a whole new level of pain to my feet.
He stopped at a door and punched in one of the security codes into the small pad on the door handle then led me inside. It was obviously a stock room as there were boxes and boxes of shoes to be seen everywhere, a couple of chairs and a worktable were against one wall as well. I heard the door click and lock behind us, I saw another small number lock on the inside of the handle as well.
"Just sit there please Marie."
Matt pointed at the chair and smiled at me. I all but ran to it and sighed loudly as I got off my throbbing feet.
He pulled some kind of machine off a shelf and put it onto the tall table besides me. This must be the rack I thought to myself; it had one of those little wooden foot things at one end and some kind of control at the other.
He took a moment to set it up and then plugged it into the wall under the table, giving me another great glimpse of his ass. I think I moaned a little out loud because when he stood again he had kind of an odd look on his face.