Jessica opened the door gingerly and looked into the dim interior. There was the sound of a small tinny bell as she stepped into the small store and she looked on a cornucopia of leather-work and other bric a brac.
"Can I help you?" a soft voice asked startling the young woman.
Turning her body she found a man next to her, his slight, slim body was smaller than Jessicas and seemed older though his eyes seemed even in the dimness to sparkle with a mischievousness that his whole body expressed. His woolly grey hair seemed to clump near his brow and he had a goatee beard and thin moustache that he stroked into points. When he walked he seemed to move oddly as though he was walking on tiptoes like a ballet dancer, even so he moved with a sensual grace that seemed to strike the woman.
"Can I help you?" he asked again as he touched her elbow and lightly licked his lips.
Jessica started and blurted out she was just looking. Smiling he retreated to the wooden counter hidden amongst his stock allowing Jessica to browse and rummage to her hearts content. Everything seemed to expensive and well made. She marvelled at French-polished furniture and exquisite dresses and clothes. However what attracted her most was a corner given over to rich leather-work, she was amazed to find rich red leather corsets and boots of all sizes and builds. Yet it was a pair of highly polished black boots that would reach up to her thighs that seemed to attract her eyes most.
They had narrow heels that were almost five inches high creating a high arch, the toes were pointed and the leather seemed to gleam with a black light that seemed to make the silver buckles shine even more. The buckles seemed to burn with a pale green fire and they shone in the boots. Jessica almost at once thought of them by the common phrase fuck me boots. They would show off her shapely legs perfectly and she reached out to touch them and gasped at how soft and smooth they felt.
Jessica herself was a very attractive woman, she was about twenty five and she had lustrous blonde hair that she had tied back. Her eyes were a bright blue that were above a cute button nose and sensual lips. Her body was slim though her breasts were firm and thrust against her white shirt. Her body flared out a little as it reached her hips and pert ass that led to her shapely lightly muscled legs. She wore a calf length black skirt which made her look what she was a fashionable young woman who worked in an office. She felt a strange excitement as she touched and stroked the leather.
"They are lovely aren't they, proper Cordovan leather and hand made. Why don't you try them on?" the old man whispered to her as he took the boots from her touch.
"What? Yes I would love to try them though they are probably too expensive for me," Jessica said.
"You never know, oh no you never know," the man muttered as he led the woman to chair near them and sat on a stool as Jessica took off her shoes.
Slowly the old man twisted the buckle and the leather split along the side allowing the woman to allow the man to slip the shoe over her stockinged feet. If he took his time over tightening the buckle and leather over her calf Jessica did not mind. The touch of the leather was mesmerising. Her body felt so alive, so excited and his eyes seemed to have a wicked gleam as he smoothed the leather of both the boots and tightened it so that it was almost a second skin on her legs. Sighing he stood and invited her to look at herself in the mirror near them.
Jessica stood carefully at first as she wondered if she would be able to walk on those high heels. Yet when she moved it was with an almost erotic grace. Again she thought fuck me boots as she felt the way her body seemed to slink and promenade. She drew a startled breath as she looked into the mirror and thought that she looked incredible. She seemed to be taller and her legs slimmer and sexier. In fact she felt sexier. God she felt horny and she wanted these boots. Twisting in a pirouette she gathered her skirt in her hands and she watched the boots that encased her legs almost to her thighs. With each turn she pulled more of her skirt into her hands and exposed more and more of her legs, thighs and stockings.
It was with surprise that she suddenly realised that she had exposed her stocking tops and ass cheeks to the shop keeper behind her. She was only wearing a pale thong that seemed to stretch over her excited cunt. Gasping for breath she dropped her skirt.
"So do you like them," the man asked as she sat on the chair and twisted the buckle easily and drew the boots off her feet. Something in her whispered that she should keep them on and continue to look at them in the mirror and she kept them in her hands as she looked at the man who seemed almost threatening in some indefinable way. She did know that she would pay whatever was asked to have the boots.
"Yes but they must be so expensive...." Jessica squeaked much to her embarrassment.