Monday, February 25, 2013

A TV in the Shoe Store SeXStoRY

I work at a ladies shoe store at a large metropolitan mall. My name is Jillian, though my friends all call me Jilly. Those same friends also say that I am blessed with a beautiful face, and an athletic body! Pretty heady for a 30 year old woman whose ideas of athletics never got beyond sports illustrated and Cosmo! But friends tend to flatter, that is why we are still friends! I tend to dress with a flare towards teasing. You see I always wear my skirts and dresses a bit shorter than fashion demands, and I always wear sheer reinf***ed heel and toe stockings. A habit started by a doting Aunt that gave me my first stockings and garters for a big dance at my high school. The attention and care given me by my date and others that night convinced me that stockings were my hosiery of choice, even if most other girls wore pantyhose, or ugh! bare legs! My dear Auntie also loaned, then gave me, against my mothers wishes, my first pair of stiletto heels. Mom always said her s****r was the black sheep of the f****y! Well, Auntie did look hot in black! The salon I work for is called "Pizzaz!". The store fills the niche of supplying stylish and risque ladies shoes for discriminating tastes. I have been working all day and we are closing in 15 minutes. I begin to put away the clutter from the day's fittings as I spot a new customer, walking into our lobby. She is a striking tall lady with a stylish look. She appears to be over 6 feet tall, in her 5 inch black leather pumps. Her smokey grey hosiery has the sheen and delicate look of money! A very haute leather dress of a deep reddish hue adorns her lithe body. Curves in all the right places speak of endless hours in the gym. Long blond hair in a French twist, has her high cheek boned face on full display. Gorgeous eyes and lips are made up so expertly as to only hint they are not natural. This woman was of class and breeding, no doubt. I couldn't help but admire her elegant walk and calm demeanour as she purveyed our stock of fashionable shoes. I put down the boxes I was carrying, and walk over to this statuesque beauty to ask: "Hello, I am Jillian, welcome to Pizzaz, how may I be of service?" For an eternity the lady looks at our selection of 5 inch and taller heels, then pivots on her thin spike to face me. "Hello Jillian, I would like to see a 5 inch sling-back in red patent leather, if you please!" she says. "And the uppers must be real leather, my feet are not comfortable in man-made materials." she continued. "Oh, of course madam, your size please?" I inquire. I look down and guess maybe a 10! She is a large woman, maybe even a larger size, I puzzle. "Please measure my foot dear, I don't know my US size as I have been away from this country for some years." she replies, then adds: "I wear a European size 40 to a 42 depending on toe box and heel height!" She slips her foot out of her slender heeled pump and points the toe of her nylonned foot my way. I fetch the Banak sizing gauge and ask her to place her heel against the stop. I am surprised to see a delicate smokey toe reinf***ement to her stocking that comes up just partially over the tips of her well manicured scarlet toenails. I also notice dark heel reinf***ements that indicate stockings like I wear rather than common pantyhose! I am curious about her hose, so I ask: " Please Madam, what kind of hosiery are you wearing, I never have seen toe reinf***ements such as you have. They look very delicate and sensual." I blurt, then blush at my forwardness. "Oh they are not too often seen I would imagine," the lady offers, "they are called demi-toe reinf***ed sheer stockings, in 10 denier!" she continued. "I buy them in France. What the French men lack in manners, they make up for in lines of fine lingerie!" she laughs! "I have been living outside Paris these past 10 years on business, and have had access to all the best hosiery!" Hmmm size 11 M. I would never guess a foot so large on such a well proportioned lady! "Excuse me madam!" I say, "I must lock the door, you will be my last customer this day, and please do not feel rushed, we are not in any hurry!" Fortunately our lines of shoes are carried in up to 14W for our special customers with those needs. My manager, Marie, usually waits on them herself in the back fitting room, by appt. only! An 11M is in stock! I bring four pairs to choose from: 4 inch, 5 inch, and 6 inch, as well as a croc shoe in red and also 5 inch. I ask Madame to be seated so I may help her try on my offerings. The lady sits carefully, checking the hem of her leather dress in a most well practiced manner! I still manage to glimpse a patterned stocking top and black garter strap as she sits. When you've worn them for years, you know exactly when and how to look! I carefully kneel in my dress, as I am wearing a black velvet mini, with my white satin blouse. But, I make sure that my stocking tops are put on display for this customer in the know. My 4 inch heels are not too difficult for me to get around as one might think. Thank you Auntie: for all those lessons with your heels! I take one of those bewitching ankles in my hands, I pause at the warmth that is in my grasp, the fine hosiery feels so luxurious. My other hand reaches for the heel and deftly removes it like I had so many times that day with my customers. Only this time I feel my heart beating faster as I see the delicate toes and heels. I think my staring is obvious, as she clears her throat to wake me from my daydreams. I blush again and quickly place the 5 inch model in red patent on her pretty foot, then ask her to stand so we can check the fit! I am impressed by how sensual the reinf***ed heel of her stocking is on display in the finely crafted sling-back stiletto! "How does it feel madam?" I ask. "Hmm not bad, the leather is quite soft, these are very well made!" she compliments. "May I try the mate as well?" "Of course, allow me." I say as I kneel to help with the second. Again, I help her carefully and make sure the strap is adjusted just so. Please try to walk again. I stay on my knees this time and am treated to a VERY good view! She not only has on stockings, but they are held by an eight strap belt if I saw correctly! Red lace panties with a noticeable wet spot covered her privates. And what privates, I am sure I saw more than I expected! My customer takes a short walk down the aisle. Her hips sway just enough to appear to be the ultimate in femininity. I notice every sway and wiggle, yet, what was it I saw a moment earlier? I ask myself, and ponder as I stare after her. She carefully checks herself in both mirrors at the end of the aisle. One is a full-length view, which shows the shoes with the entire outfit. The next is a close-up mirror, which is exclusive for the shoes. They can be examined closely from an admirer's viewpoint. She takes her time pivoting her foot this way and that looking at every curve in her new heels on her well-formed limbs. I am impressed even if she isn't I think! After sauntering back to her seat, and crossing her long legs, she says: "I'll take them honey, they are very comfortable, in fact I would like to wear then home." Slowly my lady starts a graceful foot dance, as she bounces and wiggles her new shoe. Again I am caught staring! "Honey, wake up," she smiles, "what is that different pair you brought? I should like to try them as well!" Hurriedly I slip the newest pair on her sensual feet, then stand back to admire the view! The fine crocodile leather is so well patterned that she gives a little squeal of delight when she sees her feet in them. Again, she strides off to look them over. And I watch closely from floor level. On the return trip my lady stumbles in her new heels on my carelessly left out foot measurement device! Oh my! She falls and twists on the way down, but catches herself in the arms of the chair with me tumbling out of the way. We are both spread legged, totally exposed to each other. Me in my now wet panties, gartered nylons blatantly on display! My mystery lady in her very moist panties with an erect penis sticking out the leg band! We both stare in amazement at each other's crotch. Our chests heaving due to sinful excitement, rather than to any physical exercise as yet. I blush but my worldly customer merely smiles in a wicked way and moves her leg band on the lacy panties to let her extended clitty be on complete display! I can't help but smack my lips in response! "Can I be of service?" I repeat, "In any way? Please?!" My Madonna just smiles another wicked smile, and begins to stroke her extended clitty! "Get on it, hon!" I hear her now husky voice, "Suck my cock you horny little bitch!" she snarls, then grins at me! I crawl on all fours towards this sensual goddess, and begin to kiss and lick her impressive clitty! I am soon bobbing on her vibrating tool, with my sexy customer throwing her head back and howling for more! I am encouraged to take her deep into my throat, something I never wished to do before with any boyfriend! I am frantic trying to breathe and swallow every tasty inch. She holds her slender fingers against the back of my head and coaxes more passion from my lips than I have ever mustered! I am determined to have her touch my very soul with the long clitty pole she was so skilful in feeding me! I feel her member swell and this further enrages my sensual side to engulf her treasure and never release it. I feel her pole begin to quake, and my lady shudders then fills my throat with her seed. I am not letting go, I want more! She begins to harden again in my lips desperate grasp. I want to feel her in me! This time, I give the wicked smile, as I pull off her and lick my moist lips. I sit on a fitting chair and point my stilettos straight up in the air as an obvious invitation! My lady returns my smile and smirks as she rips my delicate panties out of her way! She kneels on her delicate hose, and lays my skyscr**er heels on either shoulder to gain entrance to my love canal! I hardly feel her clitty gaining entrance! I only know that I want it all, and now! This perfect lady is also the complete tramp! She ravages and plunders my willing body. I am continually brought to the brink of ecstasy and back as her movements in me cause a repetitious delirium of pleasure. I am satiated and calm, then inflamed with passion, over and over. Deeper she plunders my pussy and pervades all my conscious thought. The fire in me swells, and I feel her increase her pace. I am engaged in a hypnotic dance with the devil. I begin to raise my quivering buttocks. Lifting my body by pressing my nylonned ankles down on her beautiful bare shoulders. A more sensual ballet has never been experienced. Convulsions wrack my needy body like thunderous waves crashing on a beach! I feel and hear my intruder wailing with a same passion. She falls into my waiting arms. We are spent and in bliss now. Knowing what comes after may never compare. An hour, maybe more passes before we release each other to the tedium of the real world. We kiss lightly and look with passion and knowing in each other's eyes! This is how life should be experienced! The fire must always burn within. My temptress buys all 4 pairs I had presented, I am grateful for the sale, and the life lesson! My eyes follow her flowing form as she disappears in the now quiet mall.

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