36
Back in the city, back to everyday work at the law office, but things are very different without Rachel.
I'm feeling rather depressed.
I wake up feeling lonely in the luxury penthouse, knowing Rachel's gone for 6 months, signed into a rehab center, doesn't want contact; the dramatic sex filled swing weekend now just fond memories.
I ponder my uninspired life as I sip my coffee.
Max is still my personal shopper, he deliver's whenever dropping off groceries; I still haven't let him sodomize me. I understand he often does Delilah.
I only see Bear and Molly occasionally in the hallway.
Darcy and Sarah and I still get together occasionally, generally with others at a group party.
Delilah and Leona request BDSM sessions.
I decide it's time I return to regular massages with Liyang and I'll book an appointment later when I'm at work.
On my walk to work, I spot a pair of low-heeled shoes, open toe shoes with a lattice weave top, in the store window, it's not open yet.
I find out Jim retired. I don't get a lot accomplished at work, struggling to focus; everyone's after updates with Rachel, asking how I'm doing, it's depressing, I'm trying not to think about this terrible upheaval in my life and every 1/2 hour someone's reminding me.
The spark, the thrill of sex, just seems somewhat smoldering. Pam still holds my interest, but not the same burning desire as before.
I need something new, or maybe someone, to get me out of this funk.
I turn down 3 invitations to go to lunch and I decide to return to the shoe store. It's just prior to noon when the bell above the door tinkles as I enter.
"Tara, customer." The tall attractive 40ish woman tending the till with a customer calls to the back.
An even more attractive young gal appears from the back; she wasn't heavy, she wasn't athletic; she was proportionately robust, wonderful figure. She wore a dark blue knee length skirt; her large bosom was straining the buttons of a light blue blouse, her red bra peeking through the forced parting. Her dark blonde hair tied back in a ponytail; her bright blue eyes sparkling; my first thought is, is she of age to drive?
"Hi, I'm Tara, how may I help you?"
"Hi Tara, I'm Bridgette, the open weave flats in the display window caught my eye."
"Oh, yes, they're exceedingly popular, you have a great eye. You're quite attractive, and dressed as a professional, what size should we try?"
"Thank-you Tara, you're very pretty too; I'm a lawyer just down the street. Likely a 7."
"Have a seat, I'll be right back." Tara motioned to a row of padded chairs. I took a seat; I could see the reflection of the women at the counter in the mirror in front of me.
"Here we are," Tara squatted on one of those wedge-shaped stools, that allows me to put my foot in front of her. With her legs on either side of the stool; I could see her smooth upper thighs and a red thong with dark blonde curly pubes escaping. Her hand went behind my calf then gingerly down to my ankle, lingering then subtly lifts up my foot to remove my shoe.
I felt slightly aroused at the gentle finger caress on my lower leg.
She wriggles my foot into the new shoe, holding a shoehorn behind my heel, lifting the shoehorn up, her thumb again rubbing up my calf.
"How's that feel? Comfortable?" Her dazzling blue eyes connecting with mine.
I wasn't sure what she was implying; I got the impression she was flirting.
{'Bridgette, chill she's an innocent child, of course she's asking about the shoe.'}
Either way I respond, with a smile.
"Feel's nice." I twist my leg, bending my knee to the side to view the new shoe on my foot. Tara squirms, her face contorts, biting her lower lip, staring at my crotch.
My action has my legs quite wide my dress has become near my waist and I'm always commando. Neither of us move, I glance in the mirror, Tara's body is blocking the view she has; the women are still visiting, unconcerned with us. My turn to flirt.
"What do you think, Tara?" Choosing my words carefully, to be construed as innocent or sexual.
"Uh, err, sorry what, I was distracted." She was red faced, she straightened herself, looked at me swallowed hard.
{'I wonder if this nymphet is just curious, shy, or is she sexually experienced.'}
"Yes, I noticed. That's fine, are you interested in what you see." Purposely peering into her eyes, then deliberately lowering to her boobs, then lower still to her thighs as I raise my foot to push her knee wider; I lick my lips seductively.
"I certainly like what I see." I lean forward, my hands squeeze her knees.
"How old are you, Tara?"
"I'll be 19 next Friday."
