"Those are handsome shoes -- but you might want to consider these," said a soft voice behind me. Turning, I n into the sultry almond-shaped eyes of an attractive Asian saleswoman. "These shoes are virtually the same style, actually are of better quality, and are worth your money. Would you like to try on a pair? My name's Ella. Why don't you be seated so that I can fit you properly?"
I couldn't help but do a quick scan of my intriguing shoe saleswoman as she ushered me to the nearest lounge chair. Ella was a slender yet shapely five-foot-three of Japanese femininity with long straight ebony hair fell freely to her mid-back, swaying with the swish of her tight buns. Her shapely legs were amply displayed by her dark mini-skirt but really accentuated by what I call "fuck me from behind" four-inch high heels. As I followed her swaying hips, my interest in Ella was evident by the awakening of my trouser snake. The possibility of me buying a pair of shoes became a distinct possibility.
"Let's get off your shoes first so that I can measure you." With that Ella knelt, leaned over and proceeded to untie my shoes. However, before she could remove them, her long hair fell like a curtain of dark brown strands, obscuring my view of Ella and hampering her task.
"Good god, there are times when I think I should cut my hair," sighed Ella as she righted herself to gather and pull the tresses from her lovely face. When I quickly protested her comment, a surprised smile graced Ella's sensuous lips as she twisted and put up her long hair, somehow securing her locks with a long pen. The exposure of her slender snow-white neck and nape spoke volumes of demure Oriental sensuality, riveting my attention.
Ella then proceeded without hesitation or reservation to massage first one foot and then the other, on the pretext of feeling for anomalies that might affect a proper shoe fitting and making me sigh in the process. However, my relaxation soon became stimulation as Ella's loose blouse fell forward as she bent forward and gave me an unprecedented view of her quivering dangling tits. Her creamy white boobs were tubular in shape with the pink bulbous tips of succulent flesh loosely tucked into her lacy demi-bra. When Ella stood and went to get shoes for my consideration, I had the feeling that this would be an enjoyable fitting session.
"I have brought some other shoes that you might be interested in," Ella commented when she returned and set down a precarious stack of boxes. Kneeling before me, she proceeded to fit me and in doing so, continued to give me nonchalant glimpses of her enticing tits to me. "Let's see how they feel."
Now I had had the pleasure of knowing other Oriental women and kept looking for thick meaty nipples to jut from the tips of her tits. However, all could see were Ella's delicate puffy areolas but without any tell-tale hint of a protruding nipple. At first, I thought that perhaps I thought her nipple might have been hidden in the gauzy lining her of bra cups or perhaps a trick of the lighting. Yet, with each shoe tried on -- and believe me I was more than willing to have Ella slip on as many shoes as she wanted -- I was unable to discern a single nipple. It was as if Ella was "nipple-less."
I was stupefied as to how this could be and was simultaneously intrigued and turned on. How Ella couldn't see my physical response to my voyeuristic viewing was a wonder. I just knew that I wouldn't be content until my lips were wrapped around her rounded tips to solve Ella's mammary mystery.
When I sought to tie the shoes that had just been slipped on, Ella brushed aside my hands and then lifting my foot, placed the shoe sole against the slope of her thigh and proceed to lace up my shoe. When I protested that she did have to, Ella inscrutably commented, "I aim to please my customers."
With that, she leaned forward to give me not only another trouser-stirring clear view of her presented boobs, but flashes of her lacy panties as her mini-skirt worked its way up her thigh with her every movement. When I stood to test my new footwear, I knew that I was unable to completely hide my full-blown erection; however, Ella did not seem to notice. I figured that either she did not want to embarrass me or hopefully she like what she saw.
To my surprise and that of Ella, I ended buying four pairs of shoes totaling just under thousand-seven-hundred dollars. "Well," Ella sighed as she repeated the total bill, "Are you sure you want to spend so much money?" When I said that I believed in spending money on things that make me happy, Ella commented, "I mean that while you made my day...no, week...with my commission, I don't want you to do something you'll regret later."
Pleased with her genuine concern, I jokingly whispered that the whole experience had been my definite pleasure -- failing to mention how loved ogling an attractive Asian woman who repeatedly displaying her delicious tits and glimpses of her panties. To this, Ella just said, "Well, it has been my pleasure. As I've said before, I aim to please my customers."
Not wanting my encounter with this lovely woman to end, I casually mentioned that while I didn't want to seem bold, I would love to have coffee with her if she was available. Ella gave me a shy glance before saying, "I'm really not into coffee..." However, before my hopes utterly dashed to pieces, she gave me a dazzling smile and continued, "I really could, however, use a bite to eat...and am dying for a drink. If you can wait for half-an-hour, I'll be off, and we can see how I may further please you."
Less than an hour later found us on the outskirts of town in a chic Japanese restaurant that eschewed the traditional décor in favor of cozy dimly-lit booths that afforded maximum privacy. Over a light repast of excellent sushi and iced cold sake, we got to know each.
I shared that I was of all things a forty-year-old customer service executive in a mid-size fine dining restaurant chain which called for a lot of meetings, traveling, and being appropriately attired. I enjoyed my job but was called a workaholic. The downside was that outside of work there really wasn't much to my life. It was as if I was marking time for something -- or someone -- to enter my life.
As for Ella, she was thirty-three and worked as a legal secretary for a large law firm. Divorced, without kids, and currently unattached, she attracted her fair amount of masculine attention from the always sex-hungry attorneys. However, Ella had discovered early at another law firm that once a girl had an office affair, she was fair prey for all the men of the office. Rather depend on special favors or enter into relations with her higher-ups, Ella sold shoes on a part-time basis to keep her small apartment and made ends meet. But like me, she was without that someone special.
Before we knew it, we had sipped several chilled bottles of superb sake and were joking and laughing. As the cold liquor slowly seep through our bodies before settling in and warming our genitals, our flirting moved from subtle hints to obvious gestures -- a touch on the back of a hand, shoulders playfully rubbing together, and thighs longingly pressed against the other's.
