Working at a full service high end shoe store in the mall during the week can be a lesson in loneliness. It gets so slow during the day, hours seem like days, and it seems like forever until you get to go home.
Having a foot fetish, I thought I could do two things at once; make money, and get my fill of woman's feet. Summer is the best time of the year because just about everyone is in open shoes and flip flops, showing off their pedicures, but more important, their gorgeous feet, succulent toes, high arches, and smooth heels. Just seeing some of them make my cock throb. Not all of them, but those certain ones from women that you can see are well taken care of; smooth skin, well dressed, with freshly manicured nails, and feet that to me, have been so neglected that it should be against the law.
I can usually tell a lot about a woman's feet by, believe it or not, looking at their hands. Most of the time, I'm usually in the ballpark...
Then there was this one woman...
During one particularly slow day, a woman that I would say was in her early sixties came into the store wearing a jogging suit, looking for a new pair of sneakers. You could see, despite her age, that she was in really good shape and took good care of herself.
Of course, my first thought when I'm assisting a woman I find attractive is how I can't wait to have those feet in my hands! So I make sure my tie was straight, and casually asked her if there was anything she wanted to try on, and she replied "not yet, but if I do, I'll be sure to let you know." Feeling like I wasn't going to see those feet of hers, I started to turn to walk back to the counter when she said "On second thought, I'd like to see a pair of these in size six, please." Hearing that, I proceeded to run, err, walk to the back of the store to retrieve the sneakers she wanted to try on. When I came out with them (thanking the powers that be that we had her size in stock!) I asked her to have a seat, and I would assist her trying them on.