Patricia's Shoes: Sam Chapter 1
Patricia was about 50 feet from the doors to the mall when Sam let out his last plea.
"Please," he actually begged, "You don't have to do this..."
Patricia stopped and turned around. Sam's eyes traveled over her body as she turned around. Red pumps had every muscle in her beautiful long legs popping; the short charcoal dress only covered one third of her mouthwatering thighs. Her hips gracefully merged with her small waist; the v of her dress went down to her belly button putting the inner half of her perfect "c" cup tits on full display with no bra.
She wore a short waisted unzipped leather jacket over the dress. The jacket was deep purple and only there to hide her razor sharp nipples. Her pigtail braids rested outside the high collar of her jacket framing a face whose dark black eyeliner and blowjob red lipstick barely concealed the lie she was trying to tell the world...that she was a confident cock-hungry slut. But in this moment she might be.
"Oh? Oh? Oh?" she yelled at a whisper. "Oh, this is happening," she pointed to her pussy. Then she stood facing him, her legs slightly apart. She pushed her hips forward, and raised the front of her dress to show her beautiful hairless pussy. "This is getting the first, and maybe second, dick that says hello to me. This is happening." She was still whisper-yelling at Sam as she said this, lowering her dress and turning to enter the mall.
Sam stood stunned for a moment before running to catch up to Patricia. God she had a great ass. His heart sank as the sliding doors opened and she strutted in. The Mall was empty, Sam was slightly perked up by that. It was 8:30 p.m. as they passed the closed optometrist, pretzel maker, and video game store that populated the side hall leading to main complex. The Mall would close at 9:00 p.m.
Patricia was 42, but looked more like 28...tonight she looked even younger. She studied dance in college and worked for major shows dancing after college; she was a finalist for "Dancing with the Stars" as a featured dancer before deciding she didn't want the attention. And she would've gotten it.
The way her legs and ass were shaped from the years of training and performing was breathtaking. Sam watched as her ass was giving the hem of her dress all it could handle...he was just waiting for it to rise over her perfect ass at any moment...in fact, he wasn't sure it wasn't slightly exposing her pussy in its current position. Sam was actually a little hard now.
Suddenly she stopped. She pivoted left giving Sam a fantastic profile of his wife...her dress had ridden up...not quite to her smooth pussy, but close. She was looking into a store that catered to a much younger group of people; the store sold clothing that was black and spiky to pissed off and super sad teenagers...surely she didn't want someone from here...and suddenly she was moving again. As Sam moved to catch up with Patricia she turned and walked into the next store, an athletic shoe store...his heart jumped...he hurried in behind her.
As Sam rounded the corner Patricia looked over her shoulders back at Sam with a demonic smile as she strutted straight towards a tall, muscular black man...Sam almost fainted as he was sure she was going to make it hard for the salesman to say no. He couldn't move...or he was going to throw up...he didn't know what was happening. He was also getting harder.
"Oh my god girl! Look at you! Mmmm! Don't you just get all the boys!" the salesman said.
Sam laughed, and felt a sigh of relief. He stopped listening after realizing the salesman would not be interested in what she had, or rather didn't have, between her legs. He saw Patricia asking the salesman some questions, but didn't hear what was being discussed. He was typing on his phone. Then he showed her something on his phone. The conversation seemed tame until she turned to the salesman and raised the front of her dress...the man just gave her a smile, and an approving nod. She leaned up to kiss his cheek, and then turned around and began to walk towards Sam and the entrance.
"We're going upstairs," she commanded as she passed without even looking at him. She was moving like a femme fatale, the sway of her legs and hips was more determined now.
"What had they talked about?" Sam wondered.
As they climbed onto the escalator, Patricia turned to face him. She ran her tongue between her lips as she flashed her now glistening pussy to him. She turned around ending the show just as quickly as it began. She must have been impatient, cause she began to ascend the escalator steps as if she couldn't wait.
Whatever the salesman had told her had lit a fire in Sam's wife. Why had she showed that guy her pussy? Why was that necessary for what they were talking about? Holy shit, had she told him her intentions? Had he directed her to a man with the lustful hunger Patricia craved? That must be it. We must be headed to a specific store. She must already have a mark.
"Patricia was right," Sam thought, "this was happening."
She had left Sam in the dust as he got to the top of the escalator. She was standing in front of a closed jewelry store. She looked calmer, less anxious. She didn't move as he approached the store with its metal gate covering the entrance. He hoped the salesman had sent her to a closed shop with no stud present. As he neared her she gave him a look with her big blue eyes and full red lips that made him realize his hopes were just hopes.
"We are about to walk into a store. You are going to sit down near me. I am going to try on multiple pair of shoes...making sure the salesman has a killer view. If he makes any type of advance towards me...even a wink...I am going to fuck him...maybe even right in the store," she calmly stated all this to a shocked Sam. "Now escort me into the store so I can meet the my next cock." She turned and they began to move. Sam was slightly hard.
He walked beside his wife as they approached the shoe store. It was a famous English brand. He remembered when they opened... all the men at work had talked about all the sexy girls that worked there; the company would regularly use top fashion models in the store.
All the women at his office were in love with one of the managers...some hunky tattooed guy with hair that was usually pulled back in a bun. The men at his office always made fun of the guy and of the women when they brought him up. The women would always say something about that not stopping their wives from leaving them for his incredible cock.
"God," Sam thought as they entered the store, "please don't let it be that stupid Alexi guy."
The store was not huge, but had that
less is more
design to it. There were four large display tables with shoes on them. The walls held shelves with shoes, nice - but sporadic - mirrors, high quality promotional art, and lighting. There were big round backless couches next to each of the floor displays. The couches were covered with the leather and stitching used in their boots.
The counter was located at the back of the store. A sexy blonde girl - that looked like the Hollywood casting version of a punk rockers girlfriend - was behind the counter doing something on a computer. Another couple were near the front left corner of the store. Patricia motioned Sam to sit on the couch near the back right corner. She pretended to look at the shoes on the tables next to it.
The blonde and Patricia caught each other's eyes. The blonde held up her index finger and mouthed "one second," while giving her a smile and a wink.
Sam was relieved to not see anyone else working...then noticed the door in the back left corner. Just as he did the blonde walked over to the door and opened it...she started laughing as soon as she had it open.
"How did you do that?" She giggled as she asked someone in the back room as she walked back and let the door shut behind her. She was back there for close to thirty seconds before the door opened, again with her laughing and giggling.
"I think it looks sexy!" She stated honestly at the mystery person. "If you think it shows too much skin just wear my scarf," she insisted as she threw the scarf she had been removing from her neck. As she turned away from the back room, Sam noticed her excellent cleavage revealed by a deep cut undershirt beneath her super small plaid button up, which was unbuttoned, and instead tied underneath her fantastic breast.
She must be a d-cup at least Sam thought. They looked huge on her; not cartoonish, but Sam knew why she was wearing the scarf. She already had her sexy waist and flat tummy on display. Cute dangly bellybutton jewelry swayed back and forth above the dangerously low rise of her black denim cutoff shorts. They came down only far enough to cover her cute bottom. Her tanned legs barley got to show themselves as her black socks came to her mid-thigh. He black lace up boots came over her calves. She was walking towards Patricia.
"I'm sorry to make you wait," the blonde started, still giggling, "My manager was trying to get something for me, he tore his shirt, and now he's a little embarrassed about the amount of skin he's showing...not that you would mind," she giggled as she leaned in closer and softened her voice, "he's got a delicious body!"
She gave Patricia a wink, and walked towards the couple at the front of the store. Sam couldn't hear what she was saying but they quickly left. Why had she said that to Patricia? He looked back at Patricia, whose shifty eyes and nervous energy told Sam everything. She was starring a hole through the back door. He wondered if she realized she was lightly grazing her nipple over her dress. God she looked sexy...maybe sexier than the blonde...maybe. Sam's cock moved thinking about the blonde, so he shifted his gaze back to her.
The blonde bent down to gather the boxes she had brought to the couple. Her cleavage pointed directly at him. Sam was so distracted by her beautiful tan titties that he almost missed the manager enter from the back door. The moment Sam feared the most was finally here.
Sam saw Patricia's reaction before he could look at the man. Her left hand went to her mouth, and she barely realized her right hand making a bee line to her moist vagina. Sam gulped and then looked at what had to be Alexi.
Alexi was taller than Sam by at least a couple inches. Alexi had long, luxurious, curly hair that ran under his beanie and over his strong shoulders. He was wearing the white scarf the blonde gave him around his neck, and was only wearing a light blue cardigan, made from thin material. It was so small on him that the bottom button was open, showing his chiseled abs. Alexi wasn't a huge man like Sam feared. Sam figured he was bigger than Alexi, but Alexi was flawlessly sculpted. Then Alexi turned to his side to address the blonde. Sam's eyes got wide.
Alexi had on tight jeans. He had a surprisingly nice butt, however that was nothing compared to the bulge in the front of his pants. It was so big and obvious that it was almost pornagraphic - even covered. No wonder he moved with such confidence...his dick had to be huge...Sam was glad he was sitting down when Alexi noticed Patricia all but drool while looking at his caged cock. Sam was getting hard now...he told himself it was over the blonde...not the thought of Alexi giving all his cock to Patricia.
Sam watched Alexi confidently move towards Patricia, as he neared her he extended his hand, she hers, and then he kissed her hand. She giggled as he said things to her. Patricia couldn't get her eyes off Alexi's cock. She wasn't even trying.
