The Mall was always dead late on Saturday nights. The last few customers normally rolled into the shoe store about eight o'clock. After that came the longest hour of the day. The last hour before the store closed, when the clock seemed to tick at half speed and time almost stood still.
At about a quarter till nine, a woman strolled into the store. She was a tall brunette dressed in a short black mini-dress and matching high heels. Her dress was just long enough to avoid scandal, while managing to turn heads as she wisped about.
Brandon, the salesman, was struck when he first saw her. She had a fresh face, long silky hair, and glossy red lips. Her eyes were large and green and were outlined in thick liner.
She had a thin but athletic build. Her breasts were not large but ample, and her legs were long and slender. Her body was well toned probably from regular exercise. It was apparent that this girl took good care of herself, in every way. Her bare arms and thighs were tight and lean; the soft muscles of her legs shined with a bronze tan and disappeared into her short dress.
Her hips swayed and her heels clicked as she strolled into the store. She approached the counter and asked.
"Are you still open?"
"Yes, until nine," Brandon replied.
"I'll be quick." She said with a smirk.
Brandon just nodded his head with approval.
The woman oozed class. Her expensive clothes and bag, and the large ring she wore, suggested she was well kept. A rich bitch to the bone. She was hot and she knew it. Brandon watched her closely as she casually browsed the store.
When she nestled for a few minutes in the rear corner of the store Brandon approached.
"Is there anything I can help you with, M'am?" Brandon asked
Startled, the woman turned,
"Yes, if you do not mind, I was wondering if I could try this one in a size 7."
Brandon took the shoe from her hand and told her he would be right back. Walking to the back room he looked down at the shoe she had picked. A sexy, red, mini-platform heel, with three thin straps that crossed each other above the toes and one that wrapped around the ankle. He almost got hard just looking at the heel imagining her foot inside the petite shoe.
When he returned from the back she was seated in the fitting chair with her silky legs turned properly to the left. Their eyes briefly met as he approached. Scared to stare too much at her, Brandon quickly glanced away.
He sat on the fitting stool positioned at her feet. She turned her legs slightly toward him and lifted her right leg slightly. He held the back of her calf in one hand and gently slid her black high heel off with the other hand.
As her feminine foot slipped out of the heel Brandon accidentally brushed along the arch of her naked foot. The woman let out a small giggle as Brandon's finger grazed her foot.
