Connie had just bought a really cute dress for a party that was going on that weekend when it struck her that she didn't have any shoes to match. Nothing even close really. The new dress was a nice royal blue with white piping accents and a bit of lace inlay.
Finding the right shoes to match was proving to be difficult. No one had that heel that really spoke to her or looked similar. Connie prided herself on good style and fashion sense. So the shoe had to be perfect.
She was headed to a larger store when a little shoe and boot store caught her eye. In a small strip center she spotted the shop and figured she may as well take a chance and see what they had. After all at this point their selection couldn't be any worse than what she had already seen.
Walking in she was pleasantly surprised to see a very stylish array of shoes, boots, heels, and footwear. A dark haired man with a name tag that said, 'Alfonso' smiled and approached her as she looked over the collection. He was charming and well built under his suit, and Connie couldn't help but to take a second look at him, which he seemed to notice.
She blushed and looked back at the rack but Alfonso drew closer and spoke.
"Good afternoon! What are we looking for today? Something special? Perhaps for an event or to match some new clothing?"
He was good, she thought to herself as she brushed her soft brown bangs from her eyes and returned his smile.
"Actually I just got this new dress and I'm looking to accentuate it as fashionably as I can."
He nodded.
"Oh very nice. May we see the new dress?"
"Yes of course." She said and dug in her bag before producing the blue and white garment.
As she held it up he chuckled.
"I meant that you should go to one of our changing rooms and put on the new dress so we can match you to the right shoe or boot."
"Huh? You want me to model it?"
"Of course. Alfonso is very good at this. But he must see in order to best find you the perfect matching footwear. Dressing rooms are right over there. I'll be here when you return, then we can get started."
She nodded and headed for the dressing room. He was an oddball. Referring to himself in first person. She was feeling a bit strange modeling this for the shoe salesman, but what the Hell? If he could work better seeing it on her, then she'd do it. She put her clothes in her bag and returned in the dress, but was now aware of just how short and sexy it was.
He smiled and offered her a seat. Then measured her foot, which tickled her ankles a bit. Then he took off and after another five minutes or so he returned with several shoes and boots for her to try on.
Alfonso sat before her and removed her old shoes then rubbed her feet a little.
"What are you doing?" She asked nervously. It felt great but it seemed a bit touchy-feely for a stranger to be doing that to her feet.
"Loosening your feet up. We need a perfect fit so you will be very comfortable. Let's try on this pair first."
He held up a nice looking pair of blue high heels and were close to the dress colour. She nodded and started to reach for them to put them on, but Alfonso shook his head.
"Please relax mam. I'm a trained professional. I get paid to make a perfect fit. Allow me!"
He lifted her leg up and slid the first of the beautiful blue heels onto her left foot. Connie was not sure but it almost felt like he was holding her leg up high enough and sitting low enough to be able to look up under her dress at her panties. He took his time as he buckled them and then did the same with the other foot.
"Okay, now please stand. Then walk ten steps that way and then turn and walk back!" He demanded as he offered her a hand to help her stand up.
Connie did as he suggested and was surprised when she turned to see Alfonso staring at her and mumbling quietly to himself as if critiquing her and the shoes. He looked up and down her legs and feet as well as her rear. His mannerisms at times almost like one of her gay male friends from LA. But his eyes were more the macho Italian male looking to score sex from an attractive love victim.
"Stop!" He demanded when she returned. He put his hands on her left knee and calf and slid them up her leg a little. Then asked; "Do you feel any stretching or tightening here and here?"
She considered the question.
"Uh, a little bit. Why?"
He raised an eyebrow. Then moved his hand higher and said.
"Turn your foot to the right, hold it there for three seconds and then to the left."
She did as he suggested as he felt her lower calf muscle and nodded. Then he shrugged and helped her sit down again before removing those shoes.
"Well?" She asked, dying to know what he thought.
"Those are not right for your legs or your feet. Alfonso cannot recommend those in any good faith! We must have better for a woman of your exquisite beauty! Let's try the next pair."
He took off the pair much the same way he had put them on. Carefully and in a way that suggested he was looking at her crotch as much as her legs and shoes. He switched to another nice pair and the process was repeated with similar results. Walking was inspected carefully. He asked her a few questions about how they felt or if they were comfortable, and then looked once again mildly disgusted and removed them from her feet to re-box them.
The third and forth pair were no different.
But finally the fifth pair were low cut high-heeled boots with white trim on blue leather, and seemed a great style match. A leg lacing wrapped in a criss-cross apparently until reaching her knees where a perforated cuff rested perfectly over knee and leg areas. Before she tried them on she was almost drooling over them. They were gorgeous.