Natasha looked around again trying to find him. He was still busy. She was prepared to wait. She turned back to the rows of ladies' shoes in front of her and looked over the various pairs of heels and boots on display. Valerie's Shoes had been her favourite store for buying heels and boots for several years now. She had been to the store hundreds of times in the past but never did she wait so long for service.
A salesman approached her. "Do you need some help, Ma'am?"
She shook her head "No thanks, I am just browsing."
"Ok, please feel free to call me if you need any help." He added with a smile. She dismissed him with a nod.
She did need help with her shoe shopping but not from just anybody. She wanted him.
Natasha was 32 years old but her body belied her age. Her beautiful oval face was framed by her shining blonde hair that had done by the best hairdresser in the city. Her green eyes were limpid pools that simply invited men to drown in them. And her lips, many a men had been guilty of being distracted by her luscious red lips as she spoke.
As she stood in front of the shelves of shoes her figure was displayed in all its perfection. She was slender without being horribly skinny, in the tight dress that she had chosen to wear today her slim waist and her perfectly rounded ass could hardly be ignored by any red-blooded male. The male staff in the store was casting glances towards her even as she stood there silently.
Her dress was a plain black colour, with a fabric that reflected light in a shimmering, seductive way as it wrinkled with the slightest movement of her body. Her skin could be seen as soft and white where the thin noodle straps dug into it near her shoulders. The bare skin of her back, looked smooth and creamy just begging to be touched, and caressed. After moulding itself to the curves of her small, firm ass, the dress ended halfway to her knees, showing her long, shapely legs for men to admire and long for.
Everything about Natasha, from her expensive high heels to the sunglasses in her shimmering blonde hair spoke of class and money, and of course beauty. Her killer body was dynamite to blast a man's peace of mind and fill his imagination with her thoughts. The salesmen were admiring her from afar, casting surreptitious glances her way. Noone had the courage to go and offer his help after she turned away the last one.
But as she stood there, she was thinking about a particular man - Rikky. Out of the hundreds of visits that she had paid to this store, the most prominent in her memory were the last two. The common theme in both was Rikky. This 25-year old, handsome, rugged man had joined Valerie's shoes very recently and she had had the chance to be helped by him in her last 2 visits.
Being a woman of class and beauty she could hardly stoop to the level of a shoe salesman no matter how handsome he was. There were a couple of very handsome guys working there, and they had expressed their interest in her in various ways in the past. Even if she had not been married she could never date a man so beneath her social status.
But Rikky was special. There was something about him that made him stand out from all of his colleagues. He was male, he was straight, and she could see that he was interested. Yet he had a quiet restraint, an inner strength that drew her to him like a moth to the flame.
He was always helpful and courteous, even friendly, but he never treated her like a goddess as every other man in this store, and elsewhere, was wont to. When he handled her shapely ankles to help her into a pair of shoes, his fingers always lingers around her feet, caressing lightly, sometimes moving higher than they needed to. She did have great legs and she was used to men admiring her legs and feet, verbally and non-verbally, but when he did it she felt like she was being explored and accessed rather than worshipped as she was used to. And this always made her heart beat a little faster than usual.
His hands were big and strong, slightly calloused as they tend to get when one is involved in hard labour. Her husband's hands were soft and well-preserved. Why am I comparing him to Jonathan? She thought suddenly, interrupting her own train of thought. Jonathan Travers was a businessman, the wealthiest man in the state. He was on more of boards of directors than there were days in the week. He dined with senators and governors and played golf with heads of states. Rikky never was and never will be a match for Jonathan. And yet, it was Rikky who could get the blood flowing towards her pussy like a flash-flood with just a look.
She herself was not a commoner. 8 years ago when Jonathan had proposed to her she was the top model in the city and one of the top in the country. Before that she had won several beauty contests in succession ending up as the most beautiful girl in the state of Nevada dropping out of the running for Miss USA to pursue her MBA degree. She had finished that with honours and gone into modelling instead of business.
When the most powerful man in the state asked her to marry him it had seemed like the natural next step for her life. Not that she regretted that. He was a great man, considerate, loving, caring, gentle...that was the problem. He was too gentle. He was gentle in the bedroom where she wanted to feel him rip her apart like a tiger. He never fucked her, he always made love to her. It had been nice in the beginning but what she had thought of as his consideration was his very nature and she had grown bored of it.
Still, she had not cheated him in the 8 years of their marriage and she was not planning to now. She liked to see Rikky, he made her feel amazing, so nervous and excited and at the same time, wonderful. But that's all it was. Harmless. Simple. Pure.
She loved having his hands on her feet, but that's where they were going to stay, even if she had planned a surprise for him today.
"Hi, are you being helped?" She turned to see that the object of her musings was standing next to her, looking at her expectantly, waiting for her to answer his question.
Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him standing so close to her, looking handsome as ever. It was not like he was movie star gorgeous or anything, but he was handsome in his quiet, strong, dependable kind of way.
From his features, and from their other conversations she knew he was of Indian origin and had been living in the States for a few years. His dark hair was always parted in a sensible, non-attention-seeking style. His dark eyes looked deep and strong as they looked into her green eyes. Everything about him spoke of this quiet strength. Not that he was the body builder type. She hated those macho idiots, who thought they were god's gift to women because they looked like stacks of muscles.
Rikky, if anything, was slender, and slightly less than 6 feet tall but the way he dressed, the way he carried himself, you could feel he would be able to take care of himself in any kind of situation.
"Erm, yeah, no, umm". She stopped, and tried to regain her composure. "Umm, no, I do need help, I would like to see these two pairs?" She pointed to two pairs of heels on the shelf in front of her.
He looked at them. "Okay, if you really want to. Although...well, this one looks fine, but this second pair..., I don't think it's you." He said with a smile.
His smile always made her heart beat faster. It was not the typical salesman smile...it was ...it was a smile like he was amused at everything around him.
She looked at the pair he was pointing at, and turned crimson with embarrassment. He was right, she had just pointed to any two pairs of shoes to hide her embarrassment at being nervous around him, but the second pair she had pointed at was actually something that would be suitable on a drag queen. He was right, the style was much too gaudy for her, and she had never bought anything like that before. "Mmmm, yeah, so, well, yeah you are right."
Why can't I speak clearly? She thought with frustration. Maybe it was just being close to him, maybe she was nervous about the surprise she had planned, but she was acting very much ill at ease. But he as always was in complete control, he picked up another pair of high heels from the shelf, and held it up for her to see. "Well, why don't we try this?"
She looked at it, it was perfect, the heels were sexy, about 6 inches high, just as she liked them, and there were straps that looked like they would go nicely around her shins.
"Yeah, sure" she said.
"Ok, follow me please." He picked up both pairs and led her to a seat on one of the upholstered benches that were strewn about the floor for customers to sit.
As soon as his hands touched her foot she started to feel the familiar tingling sensations travel up her body as he started to undo her heels and take them off her feet.
He seated her and himself sat on a small, low stool in front of her. He picked up the first shoe and started putting it on her foot. While he was busy working the straps of the shoe, she was busy with her own thoughts. "Should I do it? What will he think? Oh, but I planned it for so long." Today, when she was dressing to come out to the mall, she had purposely omitted to wear any panties. But now that it was the time to surprise him with that fact, she was nervous.
Her sensible, real world voice was telling her that it was too weird, she was a married woman, he was a salesman in a store and it would be so wrong for her to flash him in public like this. But the rest of her mind was in a fantasy world, and she was thinking about how he would react, or what he would do. Perhaps he would be shocked, maybe even embarrassed. There was a display pillar right next to her, on her right hand, so she was almost completely hidden from view from most of the store, but still it was too bold a move to make. But her sensible mind was having a tough time, especially as Rikky's fingers were moving around her ankles, rubbing her calves, caressing gently on her shins, every touch of his warm hands making her feel more and more aroused.
"They look nice." His voice brought her back out of her reverie. "Uhuh, yes." "Do you want to try walking in the them, or do you want to try the second pair?"