High Heeled Shoes
It had been a long day, Vince thought as he moved around the store, straightening the shoes for what must have been the hundredth time. Business was slow during the late summer months and because of that, he was forced to close the store alone, the other employee leaving at 8:00pm. He was young, he thought. Could he really do a job like this for the next forty years?
He shook his head, hoping his college degree would get him something better. It wasn't that he didn't like working around shoes... he actually loved it. He actually got excited around the shoes, given the right shoe and the right foot it fit on. He'd actually gotten a solid hardon waiting on some of the women that came into the store and a few times had to masturbate in the bathroom once they left.
He'd dreamt and fantasized about so many sexual encounters in the store, but he was pretty confident nothing that exciting was ever going to happen to him.
He stood behind the register, preparing to close for the night when he noticed a woman in red come into the store. He might not have even looked up for a minute, except that when she came in, it seemed the lights flared a little, almost forcing him to look up. And look up he did! It certainly wasn't the first time he'd seen Emmanuelle come into the store, she was actually a common customer, coming in every month or two. But it was the first time he'd seen her so dolled up before.
He blinked for a moment, wondering if he was dreaming. She was a gorgeous woman... most likely in her sixties, but with the body to die for. She wore a strapless, tight, low-cut red dress that showed off every single curve of her body. He just knew that it would show a tattoo if she had one on her perfect body. He also knew that she couldn't be wearing lingerie beneath it... not a single bump could be seen beneath the dress.
Her nails were painted a bright red to accommodate the dress and her long, black, nylon covered legs ended with a lovely pair of red Delight-687 shoes from the Shiekh Pleaser collection. The six-inch heel made her legs look so much longer and dominating. She walked with confidence, exuding sexuality no man could resist.
Vince gulped, feeling his erection begin to strain against his pants as he watched her.
She walked directly to the section she always visited... the high-fashion, high-heeled shoes.
"Mrs. Casiano, it's good to see you again. How are you doing this evening?" Vince asked casually and as calmly as he could. His stomach was tied in knots as he looked at this goddess of a woman who now stood even with his nearly six-foot frame.
She turned slightly, giving him an incredible side view of her curvaceous body. He could make out the bumps her nipples made in the thin, tight dress.
"I'm doing very well, Vincent. How are you tonight? I hope I didn't come in too late..."
Vince shook his head. "No, no, Mrs. Casiano. You still have plenty of time."
Emmanuelle turned back towards the wall of shoes, looking over them lovingly, her eyes sparkling. She reached out and held a pair a moment, before setting them back.
"Looking for a new pair?" Vince asked, realizing how lame it sounded only after he said it.
Emmanuelle laughed a moment and turned her head and smiled. "Something like that... I think I'm finding myself addicted to them. Almost... erotically." She laughed a little as she saw his eyes drop in embarrassment. "I can't help wearing them, loving how erotic and sexual they make me feel."
She turned and took a step towards him, stepping inside his personal space, making him very uncomfortable. "Don't tell anyone, but I actually... masturbate... while wearing them. I don't know if I could cum without them on any more."
He looked down, blushing a deep red. "I.. I..."
"Can you hand me those shoes?" She pointed to the shelf, letting him off the hook for a moment. She loved how her presence disturbed him so deliciously.
"Sure." He looked towards the shelves and couldn't determine which one's she meant. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there and stared. "Which ones?" he finally asked.
"The black mary janes," she said. Vince nodded and picked up a polished mary jane from Shoes for Lovely People with an almond toe and four-and-a-quarter inch heel. He picked them up by their adjustable mary jane strap and passed them to Emmanuelle. "What do you want to say?" she asked while looking at the shoes. He looked, too. He didn't say anything as she sat down in the chair, laughing knowingly and put the shoes on her feet and fastened the straps.
Emmanuelle crossed her legs, letting her long shin bounce playfully, her foot flexing, extending, and twisting to show off her lovely foot and shoe.
"Vincent, honey, what do you want?" she said casually, licking her lips and first looking at his crotch, then up at him playfully. "Hmmm?"
"What do you need help with?" he asked, confused. She had so much power over him, even just sitting there. His hands were shaking.
Emmanuelle laughed at his innocence. "Picking out shoes, of course," she laughed softly. "What else could I possibly need help with? What do you think of these?" She stuck out the heel for him to admire, twisting her foot in the air.
"Nice," he stiffened, obviously excited by her foot. She saw he was trying to resist without making it look like he was trying to resist.
"I like the naughty stiletto contrasted with the sweet, innocent mary jane," she said. "But I think I need something more... exciting or colorful for tonight. Agreed?"
"Yes."
"Then help me take them off, Vincent." She didn't smile, just lifted her foot for him to grasp.
"Yes, ma'am," he walked slowly to a position in front of her, pulled a little stool underneath him, and sat on it. Then he reached out and took her foot in his hand. Her short dress had hiked up, and with the position of her legs, he could see she wasn't wearing any panties... and her nylons ended at mid-thigh. He tried to look as if he didn't notice, and tried to unfasten the clasp on her right heel but his fingers fumbled with it. She reached down and helped him, their fingers and hands slightly touching. He took his time sliding it over her foot. She knew he loved feeling the leather and the soft, smooth skin of her leg. His eyes seemed to be in a fight over which they wanted to see most. He removed the other one, too, taking his time. She watched him, smiling, and lifted her dress a little more, giving him more of a view.
He blushed deeply as he was caught looking, making her laugh.
"How about... hmmm... the white slingbacks?" she asked, pointing idly towards the wall. He stood and grabbed for those immediately, realizing too late that his pants were severely tented from his erection. They were sensational ivory heels from Marc by Marc Jacobs with a bold beading around the throat and the slingback strap. "I was telling you the truth about my addictions with shoes. It's not so hard to believe that, is it?"
"I guess not," Vince said as he helped Emmanuelle. The best thing about those shoes was the tight strap that allowed him to fondle her ankle and calf while strapping them on.
