I was a shoe salesman once, in the summer between college semesters. I actually worked my way up to be one of the assistant managers after just the first month. My sales had been that good and with my accounting background from school I was able to handle the store books with ease. I think they also were hurting for employees and wanted to make sure I came back during the holidays and next summer. So hey, the extra pay was kickin' and as it turned out the other perks of the job weren't bad either.
I had fitted dozens of women for shoes before I became aware of the vantage point I had helping them on and off with shoes. While sitting on that low stool in front of the ladies as they put their feet one at a time on the slanted surface between my knees I got a lot of nice views. From that position I realized it made it nearly impossible for me not to look up under their skirts if they were short enough. I didn't want to start ogling them like some damn teenager peeking into the girl's locker room...although I was still technically a teenager for a couple more months at the time. I also didn't want to peek up the one wrong skirt that could end up getting me fired.
So most of the time, unless it was a woman that was just too gorgeous to resist I tried to keep my eyes on the customer's faces rather than between their legs except when I had to look down to measure a foot or fit a shoe. Still though, even then I found myself glancing down at the sexy calves presented me as I sat on my little stool.
Of course, not all the sexy women opened her knees for me to see up their skirts, although a surprising number of them did. There were some memorable times that summer and one late afternoon I remember so well...
The chain shoe store was in a small shopping strip, in a fully glass front building set off from the others. There was usually an assistant manager and at least one associate working in the store at all times. On this particular Tuesday things were slow so I gave the associate the rest of the shift off. Most weekday afternoons were slow and I knew I could handle any mini-rush that might have come up as unlikely as that was. As fate would have it, no sooner than the kid left than I had my mini-rush. Two couples and three separate women walked in within about ten minutes of one another.
I did my thing and worked them on by one, measuring, answering questions and running the register. In less than an hour I must have sold eight pairs of shoes and even better about two hundred dollars worth of accessories, which is where shoe stores make most of their profit. By the time I had finished with the second couple only one other customer was left.
As I stood at the counter ringing the couple out, I glanced over at the rather attractive woman up in front of the store as she looked at the selection along the far wall.
"I'll be with you in a minute," I called to her.
She didn't look back at me but nodded and raised her hand a bit acknowledging my words.
I wrapped the couple's purchases and while I zipped the guy's credit card through the reader I glanced up again to see the woman up front bend down for a pair of shoes on the bottom shelf. As she did her very short skirt lifted up in back. I had only glanced at her for maybe two seconds, but with her bent over like that I swear I had been able to glimpse nearly up to her butt.
With that distraction the credit card fumbled from my hand.
I realized other than me no one else would have noticed as my only other customers were facing me chatting with one another.
When the couple left my one last customer was continuing to browse.
I took a deep breath, trying to get the previous sight of her out of my mind. Then I walked up front and approached the woman, "Can I help you?"
"Not just now, thanks," she was a bit abrupt, but when she turned her my way and I got sight of a very beautiful face and bright smile, the brush off didn't bother me at all. She was gorgeous back and front.
"Okay, I'll either be at the counter or at one of the displays in back. Just call out when you're ready."
"Mmm-hmm." She had gone back to studying the heels.
I let her be and went back to working on one of the new displays. I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye. As I worked the display I found myself paying more and more attention to her though. She had on a black short skirt which showed a lot of leg whether she bent over or not. When she happened to turn a little more my way I saw how nice and rather sexy she really did look. Her long straight black hair hung loose down over her shoulders. I could also tell under that tight blouse, although she wasn't well endowed, her breasts were very round and still big enough to be noticeable even as I ogled them from several feet away.
As I covertly watched as she reached for another shoe on the display and held it up to look at it more closely. Then she bent over to place it on the floor next to her foot. When she did she bent over far enough so again I was treated to a pretty view of her skirt riding up to show her upper thighs. About then a guy walked past the front of the store and did a bit of a double-take. I presume he caught sight of a pair of shoes he liked as I was pretty sure he couldn't see the sexy woman in my store from that far away.
Thankfully he kept walking.
I could certainly forego a sale for more private time with this lady.
When I looked back at my customer I found she was bent forward at the waist again and her skirt was lifted up a little more, enough to show me was wearing stockings. She was wearing a garter and stockings! I had never seen a woman wearing stockings before, panty hose yes, but not stockings. She eased over still further and I glimpsed the beginning of the smooth roundness of her shapely backside. It was still too far away and too shadowy under that skirt to see if she was maybe wearing a skimpy thong or whether nothing at all, but for sure I was seeing a lot of cheek.
Either way my mind raced and my manhood grew down my thigh inside my boxers.
I know I audibly gasped as I slid my hand down the front of my dress slacks and felt my arousal. But about then an older woman stopped to take a look in the window. I swear she looked straight at me. I know she had no way of knowing the condition I was in, but I still felt guilty and was sure it was written all over my face.
Then she too walked on. Any other day I would have been disappointed to lose a another sale.
To say this was a pure turn-on for me would be the biggest understatement of my young almost twenty years. Just the thought that this woman might get a sexual charge out of discreetly displaying herself was enough to get me hard. I watched as the woman moved between two display stands now, dangling two high-heeled shoes off her fingers, presumably her initial choices, as she continued to browse.
"Yes!" the woman suddenly exclaimed.
I was so turned-on and distracted I jumped in shock at her utterance. She picked up another pair of shoes, strapless four-inch heels. I took a huge breath and willed my partial erection to recede. It mostly worked, I wasn't tenting out anymore at least, so I walked down the aisle toward my customer.
"Do I surmise that you have found what you are looking for?" I approached her from the side and had all the advantage seeing that cute butt jutting out behind her and the firm, although not sizable, but clearly discernable breasts thrust out front.
She turned to me with that gorgeous smile again, only now I could see her big sparkling brown eyes.
"I need a descent looking pair of evening heels and I think these are what I've been looking for!" She said with the excitement of a moment ago still in her voice.
The atmosphere in my shoe store was electric at that moment. It was clear she was totally excited about finding the perfect pair of shoes and I was excited for her exciting me!
