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Let me begin by saying, I have worked in a shoe store now for several years, and never not once have I ever encountered a woman whose pussy I ever saw, let alone flashing me her panties, or crotch just for the sake of doing so. I would dare say, for all the stories I'd heard told about this happening, that ninety-nine percent of them where pure fantasy and over active imaginations. Even Larry one of the guys I worked with who was ruggedly handsome and good-looking had only had one instance where he swore the young woman actually flashed her panty-less crotch at him, and that was subject for debate.

And not that I didn't wish for it to happen. I certainly did, especially with the number of very attractive and good looking women who came into the store and tried on countless pairs of shoes. But every single one of them was conscious of the way they sat if they actually came in wearing skirts, mostly...women wore shorts or slacks, and the opportunity for something like that to actually happen never really presented itself.

And then I met Mrs. Anderson.

Over the course of time I had gotten to know a few regular customers on a first name basis, and I was always very much aware of brand new customers coming into the store that I had never seen before, especially when they tended to be attractive ones, like Mrs. Anderson.

When I saw her enter the store I knew immediately there was something particularly interesting and attractive about her. Maybe it was the look in her eyes that told me that. I'd always been a fairly good judge of character on the one hand, but there was always something about the way a person looked at you that said a lot before they'd even spoken a single word. As I learned later when running her credit card after selling her a couple of pairs of shoes, Jackie Anderson as she was called, was a very attractive looking woman. I guessed her to be in her mid to late forty's though she could easily have passed for ten years younger than that, something I managed to discover when checking her personal ID against her credit card while finalizing her purchases. But I digress here.

It was midweek in the middle of the day. Larry had just left a few minutes ago for his lunch break leaving me to handle the store all by myself, which usually wasn't all that difficult as most of our business took place in the early afternoon when the two of us were together, or when the store Manager came in for the afternoon to late evening shift when most of the sales were made. Up until now, all we'd had was a handful of window shoppers with no one actually buying anything. When Mrs. Anderson came in, I knew without any doubt I was about to make my first sale of the day as she scrutinized two particular styles of shoes, and then approached me with them.

"Do you have these in my size?" she asked politely.

I've always been fairly accurate in my estimation of a woman's shoe size having done it for so long now. But it was a hard and fast rule that we always...always...measure the woman's foot anyway for a number of reasons. First, not every shoe will fit a woman's feet perfectly, even if it is supposed to be her size. Secondly, it's a waste of time to drag out several pairs of shoes in differing sizes, a luxury we can't afford especially when it gets particularly busy. But thirdly, for myself anyway, I like taking the time to fit a woman's foot, adds more of a personal touch for one thing, and for another, seeing a woman's foot, how she takes care of it, tells me a lot about her.

You'd think I had a foot fetish because of where I worked, or why I enjoyed actually holding or touching a woman's foot. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy that, it can indeed be very intimate. But no...I am in fact a boob man, always have been, always will be. And Mrs. Anderson had a nice looking pair of breasts too! So surprisingly, it wasn't the urban legend of getting a peek up her skirt, or in her spreading her legs to expose herself to me that I was expecting, well actually hoping for anyway. I'd actually seen more cleavage in this business than I had the other, and as Jackie leaned over examining her foot off to one side, I got one of the best two second glimpses at tit flesh than I'd had in a long, long time. Her blouse bellowed out just enough in front to give me the two second peek at the very lacy bra she was wearing that barely concealed two very delectable looking orbs that were barely contained within it.

It was at that moment of course that she chose to stand up in order to see how they felt as she walked in them, making her way over towards the mirror to see how she looked in them as well. From my perspective, they looked great on her, especially with her well toned and muscled calves that hinted at her in either once being a dancer, or very possibly still athletically running.

"I like these, so for sure this pair, but I'd also like to try on a couple of pairs of sandals," she informed me. I'd already measured her foot for a size six and a half, and knew upon doing so that the pair of sandals she'd brought over to me and had expressed some interest in that we no longer had in her size. I then recommended a couple of other styles and mentioned I'd go get them and bring them out to her. She smiled at that, and then asked.

"May I ask where the ladies room is?"

All we had was a unisex single bathroom, but at least it was clean. I directed her towards that, disappearing myself into the back stock room to pick out a few different pairs of sandals in her size. I watched her walk off, once again admiring the view as she did. Like I said, she was a very attractive looking woman with dark brown shoulder length hair, around five and a half feet or so, a more than ample bosom and almost emerald green eyes that I found most alluring...next to her smile. By the time I'd returned with four or five pairs of shoes, she was again waiting for me having settled herself back in her seat. As I slipped on the first pair for her to look at, I caught a faint sound that caused me to look up and about confusing me. I couldn't tell what it was, or where it was actually coming from. Initially, I even wondered if my ears were ringing.

"Anything wrong?" she asked causing me to refocus my attention back to her.

"Oh, no...nothing. Just thought I heard something," I told her politely as I slipped on the first sandal, lifting her leg slightly in order to do so, though like I said, even with the skirt she had on, I was still sitting up way too far to have seen anything, nor was I really trying to either. But again...I could hear this odd little sound, and quickly looked about wondering where on earth it was coming from.

"I'm not sure about this style," she said once again standing up in order to have a look at herself in the mirror. When she did, the noise stopped though I once again looked about wondering at the source. Dissatisfied with their appearance, she returned in order to try on the next pair. As I again lifted her leg briefly in order to remove the ones she had on...the sound returned. And this time I knew exactly where it was coming from!

We repeated this process once more, but she finally settled on the pair of black stiletto heels she'd first tried on, and the second pair of sandals we'd tried. I checked her out...literally at the counter, just as Larry returned from his lunch break. He checked her out too as she passed by him on her way out of the store, but not before turning to smile and thank me for helping her.

"Man...you're never going to believe this," I began telling my friend. And I was right...he didn't.

**

Two weeks passed, and then she once again came into the store, almost exactly at the same time and day she had the last time. Larry had just left for lunch, and I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't been waiting for him to do that before coming into the store.

"Hi again Mrs. Anderson," I said in greeting her. I of course had remembered her name from the last time. She smiled broadly at that, and told me it was ok to call her Jackie. She then informed me she was there to pick up and try on a new pair of running shoes, so I was correct in my assumption that she did that, and quickly pointed out several pairs of good running shoes she might be interested in. I noticed she was wearing a reasonably short denim skirt with a matching jacket that she wore over what appeared to be a rather tight, form fitting white tank top beneath it. As it was a warm summer's day, we quite naturally had the air conditioning on. Even so, as she sat she removed her jacket placing it on the chair beside her. Almost immediately I saw the twin points of her nipples suddenly harden, pressing against the thin tightly molded material of her top. It was evident she wasn't wearing a bra, a surprise as she had fairly large breasts to begin with, though not overly so. But usually, I didn't see a lot of women running around without a bra on when she had breasts of that size, even though they'd been mostly hidden beneath the matching jacket she had worn in.

Once again she asked to use the restroom, heading off towards it as I again headed off back into the stockroom for shoes in her size. But this time, I remained there, peeking out around the corner, waiting for her return, and damn glad that I did so.

Jackie came out, settled herself down in her seat, and then quickly looked around. Satisfied no one was looking perhaps, even though I was, and could clearly see her from my vantage point, I then watched as she hurriedly ran her hand up between her legs. It was clearly evident she was doing something to herself, and I could only imagine what it might be, wondering if I would again hear that same interesting little sound I had heard the last time.

Moments later I returned carrying several pairs of shoes for her to try on and look at. I was pleased to see that she was wearing the sandals I had sold her the last time. As I lifted her foot, slipping the sandal off, I once again heard what I now knew to be the soft gentle hum of a vibrating toy between her legs. Rather than look confused or even pretend I couldn't hear it, I simply looked her right in the eyes and smiled. As I did, I placed my thumb squarely against the heel of her foot, and then slowly ran it up through her arch, massaging it as I did that.

"As with anything, it's important that you always have adequate support," I began saying now looking directly at her chest, her nipples very erect, twin little pin-points of arousal pressing against the almost painted on material of her tank top, the swells of each breast clearly showing above the somewhat low neckline. "Even when you don't necessarily need it," I finished still continuing to run my thumb deeply against the arch of her foot. "That does sound important," she said continuing to smile, though I heard a brief audible sigh as I continued massaging the sole of her foot.

"What you need is something nice and hard...yet firm," I continued adlibbing this as I went, watching for her response, still hearing the faint hum of the toy which I now knew was buried deeply inside her. "But at the same time, something that is flexible and more than adequate for your needs."

I was blatantly fondling her foot, and she knew it, but allowed me to continue to do so. She even shifted her position somewhat, allowing me an even better advantage while continuing the massage and caress, though I now had and was given that "urban" moment, much to my surprise. I could see clearly between her legs, her short skirt bunching and riding up her thighs. I realized upon doing so, she wore no panties whatsoever, though if she had been when first coming into the store, she had obviously taken them off in the bathroom, which is when I also realized she must have inserted the toy. What I saw...was a small silver end, a thin lead wire attached to it, leading away up through her waistband. I knew then she had the remote portion of it secreted away elsewhere, no doubt in one of her back pockets on the skirt, which I'd, noticed earlier.

"It's good to work out any soreness or stiffness before trying something new on for the first time," I then instructed. "Always good to get nice and loosened up a little."

"Yes...it is," she agreed, hearing the pleasured tone in her voice. I wondered if she knew I had actually seen her toy partially buried inside her, and then lifted her foot just a little more working on her toes now, giving me an even greater angle at her crotch in doing so.

"Feel good?" I now asked, her eyes searching mine for a response.

"Very," she sighed pleasurably. "I always enjoy a good rub," she then added allowing the innuendo to hang there for a moment. "Don't you?"

"Oh yes...as often as possible," I told her, feeling my cock already stiffening inside my pants, almost uncomfortably so now. "You take excellent care of your feet," I now mentioned replacing the foot I'd been working on, picking up the other, though I accomplished in doing what I'd set out to do too, the sudden shift in position revealing even more of her thigh, and now an even more obvious glimmer at the silver end of the toy barely hidden now beneath the hem of her skirt which had hiked upwards considerably.

"Thank you, I keep them nice and soft by putting a lot of lotion on them," she told me almost seductively.

"Yes, a nice creamy, natural lotion is always best for the feet," I agreed. Sliding my fingers between her toes as though fucking them, softly, sensually.

"The more natural, the better," she responded back.

"Couldn't agree more, and this one feels like it could use some too, it's a bit dryer than your other foot."

She pursed her lips in a small pout. "I didn't bring any with me," she stated. "I don't suppose..."

"Not something we keep in stock here I'm afraid," I said apologetically once again looking at her breasts, her nipples if anything even harder and more pronounced than they were before. I heard her giggle, almost demurely. "What?"

"I probably shouldn't be telling you this, but since I feel so comfortable with you," she began telling me, and continued before I could respond in kind. "But my husband lubricates my feet with his own particular brand of lotion...if you know what I mean, so perhaps that's why they are as soft and smooth as they are. Though admittedly...that foot seems to be a little neglected at the moment."

"I would imagine that IS good for the feet, amongst other things," I said smiling back at her.

"Yes, I uh...enjoy using it there too," she told me. I felt her pull her foot away at that point, somewhat surprised as she did as she severed the contact between us, and in doing so, leaving me in a somewhat awkward state as I knelt there in front of her. There was no way I could stand without revealing the massive erection I was now sporting, so I did the only thing I could think of to do, and that was to reach over and grab one of the shoes from the box sitting next to me.

"Before you try that on me..."

I looked up at her, her face was one of pure lust.

"Yes?"

"Maybe...you wouldn't mind applying a little of that same kind of lotion my husband uses," she boldly stated letting me know in an instant we were past giving innuendos here, or dancing around the subject as we had been. "How long do we have?" she then added.

I glanced at my watch, Larry wasn't due back for another twenty minutes, though that didn't mean he still couldn't return at any moment, he'd done that before. But even more importantly, were the other customers. Two had come in, looked about, and then left since she'd got here. No doubt there'd be more too, and I couldn't very well just take my cock out, jerk off onto her foot in hopes of getting away with it...or could I?

"You...keep an eye on the door, let me know if anyone comes in," I told her, as I reached down, still squatting in front of her, unzipping my fly. She squealed with delight at the sight of my rigidly hard cock as I fished it out and began pumping it. As I began working my prick, I saw her reach behind, a moment later retrieving what I'd confirmed earlier. With the remote now in her hand, she turned up the control to the highest setting, the whir, hum and vibration of the toy inside her cunt now readily apparent.

"Hurry!" she half demanded. "I won't last long at this setting, and I want to feel your spunk spurting against me when I come!"

I was nervous as hell, yet excited beyond belief. Never before had I ever done anything as outlandish as this inside the store. Kneeling there before her, a bird's eye view of her gorgeous bare pussy, her slit now glistening with moisture as it seeped out of her, fisting my prick with the danger of Larry, or worse...customers who could step inside the store at any moment now.

Ironically, depending on how you wanted to look at it, I was almost there already.

"Here it comes!" I announced, leaning forward a little, holding onto her foot, my prick tip pressed against it as I began squirting out what felt like a gallon of rich creamy juice against the sole of her foot.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried out in delight, her eyes wide watching, and feeling my spunk bathing her foot entirely. She came as I did...thrashing about in her chair for a moment. Had anyone come in, there'd have been no doubt in their minds...and certainly not in Larry's as to what had just happened. Thankfully, she turned off the toy, composing herself as I hurriedly slipped my cock back inside my pants. But her foot was still drenched, covered in thick gobs of gooey cum-cream. "Hmmm, now...rub it in," she asked softly, pleasurably. "Too bad we didn't save some for the other foot...but, perhaps next time. Next week?" she asked obviously still aroused.

"Yeah, we'll do the other foot next time if you'd like," I responded quite contentedly.

"What about the other guy?" she then asked.

"Larry?"

"Yeah...would he be inclined to help out?"

"Oh...I don't think there's any doubt about that," I told her. "I'm sure he'd be more than delighted to see to your other foot while I do the other one, if you'd enjoy that."

"I would," she said smiling. "Next week then, same time?"

"We'll be here," I said grinning back, already wondering what Larry would think when I told him, or even if he'd believe me when I did.

Jackie took the shoes without even trying them on, sliding her still cum covered foot back into her sandal. She followed me up to the register as I worked up the purchase, which again is when Larry walked in. Jackie smiled at him, giving him pause for a moment as he smiled back, and then looking at me curiously. I knew he remembered her from before.

"Next week then," she said winking at me, and then winking at Larry, which really confused him, causing me to laugh.

"Ok...so maybe you were telling the truth last time she was here," he said after she'd left. Which is when I then told him what had just happened.

This time...he believed me.

**

Larry and I were both with customers when she came in, though I had already gotten the feeling that the woman I was helping was mostly window-shopping, so I hurriedly excused myself and approached Jackie. She greeted me with that award-winning smile of hers and actually leaned forward giving me a brief kiss on the cheek. As she did that, I felt the press of her full breasts against my arm. I could have stood there forever, feeling the electrical charge between us, but there were still customers inside the store.

"Have a seat, we'll be with you as soon as we can," I told her. She immediately headed back towards the restrooms as Larry finished ringing up his sale at the register. I stood by watching my non-sale browse for a moment longer, finally walking out as Larry rejoined me, the two of us standing there looking over towards the restroom.

"Damn...this is for real?" Larry asked as we headed back towards the seating area.
"I wasn't k**ding my friend, but we're going to still have to be careful and keep an eye on the door here...but yeah, she loves cum on her feet just like I told you!"

I was already getting hard, and by the looks of it, as Larry thrust his hand down the front of his slacks in order to adjust himself, so was he. Jackie came out of the bathroom a moment later, once again wearing an even shorter skirt than she had either of the other two times before. This time she sat down without any preliminaries, hiking her skirt up just enough to show the two of us that she had a hand-held light blue vibrating dildo buried up inside her this time. I almost laughed seeing Larry's eyes bulge out upon seeing that.

"Try to keep one eye on the door at least," I told him forcing him to recover his senses.

We watched as she turned the cap, hearing the purr of the toy inside her as it began working its magic inside her pussy. She slipped off both shoes she was wearing and then asked.

"So...who's first?"

We'd already flipped a coin, I'd stand guard watching, though enjoying the view here as well, as Larry knelt down in front of her, quickly producing his rock hard cock. Jackie tickled the tip of it with her toes, quite nimble with them in doing so as I stood there watching her pinch, and even manage to slide his prick between her big toe and the one next to it, stroking him briefly with them.

"Fuck, that feels good!" He exclaimed in surprise, and admittedly as odd as it looked, it looked good too.

Unabashedly, Jackie reached down between her legs, grasping the toy within her hands and began working it in and out of herself.

"Hurry man!" I told him anxiously. I needn't have bothered, Larry was furiously rubbing his prick against the sole of her foot, seconds later spurting a massive amount of his cum all over it, much to Jackie's delight. With her foot still dripping with his spent cream, we quickly exchanged positions, Larry now watching and keeping an eye on things as I proceeded to rub my prick on her other foot. Just hearing Jackie as she reached orgasm brought about my own. I felt the first glorious spurt leap from the tip of my cock, bathing her foot just as a customer walked in. Larry immediately headed over to intercept them, allowing me to hurriedly finish dumping my load on her foot, before zipping up.

Jackie was giggling breathlessly as I finished massaging my cream into her foot, replacing her sandal. But as fun and exciting as this had all been, the customers walking in when they had, had awakened me to the danger of continuing to do it like this. And to be honest, I was now anxious for more. As fun as it was to jerk myself off while she watched and then got herself off with her toy, I was most anxious to enjoy a bit more with her as well.

"Listen, we have a shoe sale on Saturday," I began telling her. "And because of it, Larry and I will be in two hours early before the store opens in order to get ready for it, though we already plan on staying late the night before and have most of the things done. If you're interested...though it would be early, around 7:00 a.m., if you wanted, you could come here first thing in the morning before the store even opens."

"I'd like that," she told me. "This Saturday then?"

"Yeah, we'll be here, and be anxiously waiting for you if you decide to come."

"Oh...I've already decided to come," she said with a smile. "And hopefully...several times."

Larry was still talking to the new customers as Jackie strolled out, I noticed that he glanced down at her feet as she did so, smiling back at her as she winked at him and then stepped outside onto the walk, disappearing down the street a moment later. After the customers left, I told him about Saturday, and that she'd agreed to come in before work, before we opened the doors for the anticipated sale.

"Are you nuts? What if Cindy decides to come in early as well?" he asked. Cindy was the storeowner and manager, but she'd already informed me that she didn't plan on coming in until around eleven as she was going to be at the other store getting it ready for the sale as well.

"Don't worry Larry, if we stay late the night before and get everything done, then we won't have to worry about doing anything but opening the doors on Saturday morning. But prior to that...we will have enjoyed one hell of a very special morning with Jackie, now...what could possibly go wrong with any of that?"

**

Jackie was there and waiting for us before we'd arrived. Larry and I quickly ushered her inside the store, locking the doors behind us. Though we had worked late the night before getting everything ready for the sale, it had been well worth the effort. Everything would be ready on time, so that meant the three of us had at least a good hour or more to play around before we had to worry about opening the doors. And we certainly weren't about to waste any time before doing that either. Almost from the moment she came inside, the three of us undressed, shedding our clothes. Her breasts had been teasing me for weeks now, and finally there they were as I stood there looking at them.

"Think you'll have enough to put a little of that hot sticky goo on these too?" she asked holding them together in her hands like an invitation.

Larry and I just looked at one another grinning. There was no doubt in either one of our minds that we would at least, and then proceeded to delight Jackie as well as ourselves as we'd cleared off one of the sales tables which we could easily fix up again. We had her lay down on it as we stood off to either side of her, each of us taking one of her magnificent tits in hand, and began sucking on them simultaneously. Jackie was moaning away delirious with pleasure as we tickled her nipples, hands and fingers everywhere else exploring her as she lay there, her hands quickly finding each one of our hard erect cocks, stroking them at the exact same time.

We were still in the process of enjoying that when the sound of Cindy's voice alerted us we were in big trouble. She had obviously come in through the back door, entering through the stock room which neither Larry or I had a key for, though neither one of us had been expecting her until much, much later either.

"Just what the fuck is going on here!" She exclaimed as she entered the main show room, Jackie naked, spread out on the table, Larry and I standing off to either side of her, fingers still buried deep inside her cunt, hands gripping our cocks, which they continued to do, even as Jackie sat up, fear and worry clearly etched within her face. "Would the two of you like to explain to me just what the hell it is that you're doing?"

Larry and I just looked at one another. "I fucking knew it!" He exclaimed finally. "I knew this was a stupid idea, and now we're fucking, fucked because of it!" He spat embarrassedly, finally pulling away, forcing Jackie to release him. I on the other hand just stood there, frozen in place, unable to speak or say anything, too much in a state of shock perhaps to even react. Which is when Cindy burst out laughing, confusing Larry and I both even more than we already were.

"I knew you couldn't keep a straight face Cindy," Jackie spoke smiling once again. And once again, Larry and I looked back and forth at one another as Cindy, our boss and store manager approached us. Curiously enough, she was undoing the buttons on the front of her blouse as she did so.

"Larry? Dave? You've obviously met Jackie Anderson, but what you don't know...is she's my silent partner, and half owner in the business."

"She's your...your...how?" I stammered. "I mean...fuck, I don't know what I mean...how? Why?"

Cindy laughed. "Well...it was just something the two of us cooked up. I didn't dare approach you as your boss...not under the circumstances, and not until I was one hundred percent sure you were both willing to go along with it. So...it was Jackie's suggestion that she come in and seduce the two of you, which she obviously did, and then when you used the idea of coming into the store early today before the sale, well...that just made it all the easier for us to spring this on the two of you."

"Well I'll be damned," I said shaking my head, though poor Larry still looked confused and bewildered as hell, until when moments later, our very attractive looking blonde haired blue-eyed boss was as naked as we were. When she climbed up on the table joining Jackie I was still shaking my head, and smiling, my rapidly deflated prick, suddenly rising to the occasion once again, though it still took Larry a bit longer for all of this to sink in.

"So...we're not in trouble?" He asked.

"Only if you can't get it up," Cindy informed him teasingly.

It was then that Jackie reached over with her feet, her very nimble toes almost working like fingers surrounded the hard stiff nubs on Cindy's breasts, playfully pinching each of them actually pulling on them as she lay there.

"OK you two, let's see a bit of that warm silk feeling cream you've been promising," Jackie spoke lustfully. "And I think you know exactly where we'd like to see the first delicious hot spurts of it going don't you Cindy?" she asked as she continued to fondle our bosses tits with her toes.

By now Larry and I had both gathered our senses, once again hard and as stiff as we'd ever been, jacking ourselves off, watching the delightfully wicked toe and breast play as we minutes later began bathing the two women with torrents of fresh hot spunk. It was even more decadent and obscene to see Jackie massaging in the fresh cream into Cindy's breasts with her feet, and then seeing Cindy gather up a good deal of it, doing the same thing in return to Jackie's tits a moment later.

"I think the boys are enjoying our show," Cindy stated a moment later, seeing both Larry and I rapidly rising to the occasion again only a short time later. This time however, as I stood at one end, sliding my prick wonderfully and deliciously in Jackie's hot slick cunt from behind, as Larry did the same to Cindy, the two women on their knees facing one another, watching one another getting fucked by the two of us, we both managed to bring them off to fairly nice orgasms before switching partners.

The fact that I was actually fucking my attractive boss, along with her partner, seemed to be the aphrodisiac I needed in order to keep it up. I couldn't believe this was happening for one thing, and inside the shoe store of all places. Added to the stimulation of that, actually watching my friend Larry as he now pummeled away inside Jackie as she stood leaning against the table now as he stood behind her, Cindy and I doing the same side by side them.

"Fuck! I'm gonna blow another nut!" Larry cried out moments later. I saw his face screw up in pleasure, hearing Jackie cry out in delight as well, feeling his semen spurting, and filling her wet juicy fuck hole.

"Yeah baby yeah, give it to me! Squirt it baby! Squirt it! Fill my fucking cunt with your cum!"

Just hearing and seeing that triggered my own climatic release. Only seconds behind him, I too felt the delicious sensation of my cock throbbing, spewing what I knew to be a torrent of my cream deep inside Cindy's almost insatiable pussy. And like Larry, I stumbled back on wobbly legs, drained, somewhat exhausted, yet still thoroughly keyed up.

"Larry honey, if you can..." Cindy grinned smiling at him, standing and then walking over to sit down in one of the fitting chairs, "Would you mind getting me a pair of those new red stiletto heels that just came in? Size seven?"

I had to hold back a snicker as he walked over to the display area where several boxes of that particular shoe would be available for the sale this morning. He quickly located the size she'd requested, and then walked over to her handing her the box. A long thin streamer of cum drool clung to the tip of his cock as he did so, not even aware of it until Cindy reached out, gathering the drip with her finger and then licking it off as he stood there watching her do that.

"Hmm, tasty," she smiled. "And now..." Cindy put one of the bright red, very pointed toe shoes on her foot. Without a single word towards her, Jackie immediately walked over to where Cindy was sitting, her single shoed foot resting easily and comfortably on one of the stools we sometime used to sit on when helping women with their fittings.

Fascinated, I saw Jackie turn, her backside facing towards Cindy and then she literally mounted her leg, or more precisely planting herself over the now erotically appearing red stiletto heel. Jackie began rubbing herself against the smooth surface, the pointed toe seemingly tickling her exposed clit as she did so. She even managed to impale herself on the tip, and then began to ride that, slow fucking herself against it.

Cindy had taken the other shoe and was in fact using it to masturbate herself with, sliding the tip of it up and down against her wide-open pussy as she held it apart with her hands. As she did, I saw the remnants of my recent spending ooze from inside her cunt, smearing the glossy shoe with my cream, just as was Jackie's pussy as it poured out a great deal of Larry's spunk, likewise covering the other shoe as she rode it.

Larry and I stood looking at one another, smiles slowly beginning to cross our respective faces, watching Cindy along with Jackie as they humped themselves against the shoes, each getting off once again several minutes later. I stood by her side, surprised to find my prick once again rising, especially this soon as she pressed the pointed toe of the stiletto inside herself, sighing pleasurably, still feeling the last ebb of her pleasured release as it coursed through her body.

"You know what they say don't you?" She said looking at me still rubbing the shoe up and down her very messy, very hot looking split.

"What?" I asked almost whispering the question.

"If the shoe fits..."

"Fuck it!" Jackie responded, and then laughed, as we all did.

"Give these a nice polish," Cindy said still laughing, "and then put them on the main display...next to the black ones," she winked looking over at Jackie, as Jackie grinned, winking back at her.

"Yeah...right next to the black ones," she agreed.

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This story takes place in shoe store where I worked part time during the early 1970’s, I was in college and worked night and weekends to help pay the tab, it was rather late on a Friday night only about an hour before closing, business had been slow and the assistant manager who was in charge had let the other employees leave, I had asked to stay on because I really needed to make every dime I could for school. The assistant manager asked me if I would mind closing up as he really wanted...

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A TV in the Shoe Store

A TV in the shoe store 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...

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Fun at the Shoe store

It was a picturesque spring day. The type of day that compelled me to take one of my walks through the city and it was during one of these walks when I discovered this funky little shoe store along this funky little back street. I passing glance through the shop’s main window cause me to slip inside. The place was deserted except for a couple of younger girls that were already paying the salesman as I walked in. He was a very handsome guy, seemed to be in his late 20’s or maybe his early 30’s...

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Cumming In The Shoe Store

She came into his shoe store a few minutes before closing time. It had been a tough day and he was tired. He was about to snap at her, something cold and impersonal like, “Lady, the store closes in 5 minutes.” But there was a way she walked that caught his attention and made him stand straight. She was a petite woman, barely 5 feet tall. She carried herself with a quiet confidence and radiant sexuality. And maybe it was because she was wearing a short leather skirt that hugged her hips, and a...

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The Shoe Store

The Shoe StoreBy L Adam hated working Wednesdays. He works the entire day from opening to closing every Wednesday. His manager always takes Wednesday off. This was mostly a boring day for Adam. A few women came in the store before lunch which was a disappointment for Adam. Adam is a bit of a pervert. He likes to take a peak up a woman’s dress or skirt while he is putting on shoes for them. The morning customers all were wearing slacks. A woman came into the store a little after lunch time. She...

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A TV in the Shoe Store

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 abeautiful face, and an athletic body! Pretty heady for a 30year old woman whose ideas of athletics never got beyondsports illustrated and Cosmo! But friends tend to flatter,that is why we are still friends! I tend to dress with aflare towards teasing. You see I always wear my skirts anddresses a bit shorter than fashion demands,...

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showing pussy at shoe store

Well it's another chance to tell you a little more story about my beautiful wife that just does not like to wear panties will it all started one day when we went shopping for shoes of course she had no panties on and a short skirt. She loves to show off her pussy any chance she gets to any guy that will look. And she looked as beautiful as ever, so we shopped around looking for a few store had a male clerk. We finally found one in the mall the young, man I would guess about 33 or 34 years old...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 15 Aftermath

BOB Cummings eventually arrived with a couple of younger detectives in his investigating team, neither of whom I had actually seen before. I presumed the heavy bombing was taking its toll on policemen, stretched as they were with looting from private residences, as well as factories and warehouses damaged in the raids, and their contents ‘liberated’ under cover of the blackout. Bob must’ve first spoken to PC Coker, who had remained outside the flat, guarding the stairs against the interested...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 1 Ten days ago

WHEN I emerged from the Mile End tube station at ten to seven upon that icy cold early spring morning on 29th January 1941, I could see the black smoke rising from Wapping and Limehouse to the south west and south, and rather lighter smoke coming from Spitalfields to my west. The smell of burning was less intense this morning, the air still, the late winter ground frost testimony to the clear skies that had drawn to London yet another intense bombing raid from German-occupied Europe during...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 16 Body

I MISSED my time slot at the public telephone box around the corner from my office on Friday night, due to my debrief with Bob Cummings, so my father’s old fob watch informed me. I wondered if I had missed a call from Mary. It was ten minutes past dinner time by the time I was dropped off by the police car at my digs at Mrs McPherson’s lodging house, but she managed to rustle up something, no doubt to avoid rebating any of my weekly rent, which included a limited amount for laundry and daily...

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Shoe Store Salesman sells more than shoes

Story is in the 60’s before cell phones and PCs when small stores actually had sales people that serviced clients. This is a close to true story, well sort of the mature fuck is real. As part of his high school business class requirements, Jim had gotten a job at a local shoe store. The owner had gone out for the afternoon and left Jim to stock shelves as it had been a slow day. He was in the back when the bell rang telling him someone had entered the store and he went up front. He...

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If the Shoe Fits

If the Shoe Fits By Cheri Amour Kathleen O'Connell stood just outside the doorway to her palatial bedroom, taking in the exciting tableau before her. She was easily visible to the room's only occupant, her stepson Andrew Dupre, but she had no fear of him seeing her. For he was kneeling in a reverent posture in front of the wide open doors of the spacious walk-in closet opposite her vantage point. One might have said he was praying, but for the fact that he was...

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The Shoe

I just recently found this Board and thought I'd drop off a transformation story I wrote for another board. I think you guys will like it. You can do with this story as you'd like. Enjoy. (By the way, I am female but I like to dress up my boyfriend). The Shoe by Ann "Fine. He likes stepping on me, I'll show him what it feels like to be stepped on." Sheri slapped her money down on the counter. The old woman smiled at her knowingly. She only sold rings like the one in Sheri's...

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Serena takes her husband to visit The Fetish Shoe

Serena takes her husband to visit The Fetish Shoe Shop As the train slowed down and drew into York station Mark smiled at his wife Serena and asked how she felt. 'Nervous, and as horny as hell,' she replied. The train slowed to a halt and Mark and Serena got off and made their way off the platform where they were due to meet Robert, Mrs Wyles' assistant. They held hands as they approached the ticket barrier and walked through it. Almost instantly a young man approached them. He held out his...

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RED Tom owns a shoe shop and uses it to serve h

My FavouriteLike most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour I suppose. Then again, that’s ginger, or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense, I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I’m not totally crazy.My second great passion is feet. Women’s... of course. Preferably manicured, but I’m not going to turn my nose up at...

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If the Shoe Fits Use It

Weezie, a comely city girl from Chicago was a very sexual creature. Her boyfriend Sal owned a large and successful adult business on Halsted Street in Chicago. A large part of his trade was exotic underwear and clothing for hookers, transvestites, and fetishists not just in Chicagoland but nationwide. They were en route to a lingerie trade show in Los Angeles and picked me up along Interstate 40 just west of Albuquerque. I was hitchhiking out to Santa Barbara in the summer of 1976 from New...

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If the Shoe Fits Use It

Weezie, a comely city girl from Chicago was a very sexual creature. Her boyfriend Sal owned a large and successful adult business on Halsted Street in Chicago. A large part of his trade was exotic underwear and clothing for hookers, transvestites, and fetishists not just in Chicagoland but nationwide. They were en route to a lingerie trade show in Los Angeles and picked me up along Interstate 40 just west of Albuquerque. I was hitchhiking out to Santa Barbara in the summer of 1976 from New...

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Angels Shoe Shopping Adventure

Angel got a BIT WILD shopping for shoes 1 time in Las Vegas--------------------------------------------- 1 time when we were in Vegas Angel wanted to go shoe shopping, but she wantedto do it in a KINKY way & see how many pairs of shoes she could get for FREE. Before we left our room she had me take a marker pen & write 'I'LL TRADE YOU'in about 4 inch letters from her upper right thigh, across her cunt mound, toher left thigh so that when she sat down to try on a pair of shoes the...

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Angels shoe shopping adventure TRUE Story

1 time when we were in Vegas Angel wanted to go shoe shopping, but she wantedto do it in a KINKY way & see how many pairs of shoes she could get for FREE. Before we left our room she had me take a marker pen & write 'I'LL TRADE YOU'in about 4 inch letters from her upper right thigh, across her cunt mound, toher left thigh so that when she sat down to try on a pair of shoes the shoesalesman could easily see it written there just above her shaved cunt. Then shehad me take 2 little red...

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Antheas baby 1

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...

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SHOE STORE SEXPERIENCEs

==================================SHOE STORE SEXPERIENCE(s)The Rack It was a hot muggy cloudy Tuesday afternoon at the end of July. My Uncle was off golfing and the store was dead. Maybe 10 customers all day and here it was 3:00 O'clock and there had been no shoppers since lunch. Then "The Rack" walked in! She was a real cutie, about 10 years older than me but what stood out about her the most were her incredible boobs. They were firm and huge, but not so huge as to be droopy and ridiculous....

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 17 In Who Can We Trust

RAWLINGS the driver was waiting outside for us. I did hesitate, because he had made a couple of mistakes already today, to my detriment, but he attempted to disarm us with an uncertain smile as he opened the rear door for Mary. Probably the smile he wore was more for Mary than for me. I supposed that I could hardly blame him for that. I ordered Rawlings to drive us directly to New Scotland Yard. We drove away from the Hospital and down through Smithfields, now empty of butchers and...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 18 The Diary

HOW much was your husband ransomed for?” I asked Mary, calmly. “Thirty thousand English pounds. Actually they asked for twenty thousand pounds at first, but when the movie promotion agents based here in London didn’t act fast enough, they raised the ante. The kidnappers sent them Brad’s gold watch, the inscribed one I gave him on our marriage. They telegraph facsimiled a photograph of it to our New York office. So Brad’s father paid the ransom, or rather our London agent did on the Studio’s...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 19 Revelations

“WHAT?!” I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was staring at Miss Marcia la Mare, actress, Hollywood sweetheart, recent widow of wealthy actor and world wide heart-throb, clean-cut all-American hero ... and she was silently mouthing with her lips to me that her husband was a Queer, a homosexual, with a same-sex husband. It simply didn’t add up. They were the perfect Hollywood couple. Everybody said so. Both were respectively the dream man and dream woman of popular culture. She had even told me...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 20 Pastoral

“WHERE are we exactly?” Mary asked when we stopped. She looked a little worried. We were outside a corner shop in a smart suburban avenue filled with a mixture of large detached and semi-detached villas, built only ten years earlier. “My sister Hettie’s house is just down the street.” I said as we got out and started to walk, “I didn’t want to leave the car right outside their door, so we have a two minute walk with a couple of twists and turns before we get there. Hettie’s husband Jack...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 21 Awake

I WAS woken up from a deep sleep when someone with extremely cold feet got in the bed and cuddled up behind me. “Uh, Mary?” I asked in a daze, while I was trying to unglue my eyelids. I noticed that a 20 watt lamp was lit on the back of one of the side tables, but the mattress on the floor was blocked from direct light by the overhanging table. “You’d wish,” said Hettie, speaking loud enough with her lips close up to my almost deaf right ear for me to hear her, “now, shift yourself over and...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 22 Sunday 9Th February 1941

I AWOKE to a soft kiss on the lips before Mary got up and the thick black curtains were thrown open to the morning light. I blinked and could make out a vision in front of me, a haloed silhouette of a female form in the bright white light of the window. She moved back to the side of the mattress where I lay on the floor of my brother-in-law’s home office. When my eyes focused better, I saw the unbelievably beautiful Mary Jones, even with tousled hair and no make-up, barely dressed in pale...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 23 Near Thing Monday

WE drove to Mile End very early the next morning. I parked the car near the Blue Jay Café, just around the corner from my office, but didn’t see anyone suspiciously hanging around. As agreed, I left Mary in charge of the car while I walked around the block, to approach the café from the opposite direction from where she was parked. There were four people sitting inside the café, either eating breakfast or drinking tea, two young men in working clothes sitting at separate tables, and possibly...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 24 Whats Going on

LATER that Monday evening I sat down in the hotel room and tried to figure out what I could from the information we had. That is what I was good at in all the years I was at the Yard. Brad’s notebook was written in a rotation code of 13 letters, so written letter A was really letter M. It was originally a code used by Julius Caesar in Ancient Rome, which was then based on a rotation of 12 as the Latin alphabet had only 24 letters, without U and J. The notebook was a sort of diary that filled...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 25 Spring Trap

“READY!” PC Brown hissed to us, but it was far too dark this early in the morning for me to read his lips. Mary tugged my sleeve twice, the signal that we had agreed and I was alert and ready. Mary and I were given the opportunity to call on known criminal contacts of Curly Cavenagh, which Mary’s husband, the late Brad Gold had identified as being connected with active Nazi sympathisers who were affecting the war effort resisting the Axis Powers’ domination of Europe and North Africa. I...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 26 Two Funerals

WE attended two funeral services together, Mary and I, one low key in terms of attendance but deeply emotional, on one morning and followed that by another higher profile one the following afternoon, that was more for public show than anything else. Mary insisted I attend by her side for both funerals. How could I deny her my full support at them both? To be honest, I wanted to spend every moment of our shrinking allotment of time we had together. Mary wore the same black outfit for both...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 27 Farewell

THE train left the station in a cloud of white steam, taking Mary away from me forever, it seemed. She was about to throw herself back into the charged atmosphere of make-believe adventure and romance that is the movie business, as a single, unattached, desirable and very beautiful woman, in my mind to be surrounded by slavering wolves in the guise of leading men used to getting their way with any women they temporarily desired. While I returned to my life as a single and seriously unattached...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 27 Friday 28 September 1941

WHILE I waited for Mary’s train to come into Paddington Station the events of the last seven months played through my head. The judicial system in England and Wales is a behemoth, tortuously slow and justice takes a long time. There are sound reasons for this, it allows better evidence to show up, more witnesses to come forward, better consideration of the facts and hopefully better judgements. And the accused too have longer to examine their consciences and reflect on the scales of...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 2 Cold trail

I HAD a one to one conversation with Bob Cummings at a café near New Scotland Yard later that morning. He had already told me on the telephone when I arranged the meeting that the police had no time to investigate fully and he confirmed that Military Intelligence were now not even prepared to admit they were pursuing him as a deserter. As far as the Yard knew, Gold was now a Special Branch agent because almost immediately Cummings’ team began to make enquiries, he was dragged out of his...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 3 Mrs Jones

I READ through all of Bradford Gold’s letters from England to his wife in America that late afternoon and evening. They covered a period of about 17 months, about 72 weeks in all, and there were 59 letters, all of them were either two or four pages long, but mostly they said little or nothing. There was certainly nothing of any meaning that threw light on why he would consider deserting from his commitments to the Military. He carefully avoided mentioning any airfields or even what counties...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 4 Up in the Air

MID-MORNING on Thursday we arrived at the remote East Anglian railway halt, named after the airfield we were heading for, the bomber squadron base that missing pilot Bradford Gold had operated from for about five or six months the previous summer and autumn. The halt could barely be called a station, we had been warned by the station master at the nearest mainline station that the platform was only long enough for the first of the two-carriage rural train to alight. The terrain was flat for...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 5 Down to Earth

WAAF Sergeant Margaret Livings and my assistant Mary Jones appeared to have become firm friends by the time we reached the railway halt for our return journey. There was only a period of five minutes before the next train, there being no waiting room at the tiny halt, so we remained sheltering in the unheated car while the chilly driven rain beat down on us, until we could see the plume of smoke that heralded the imminent arrival of the tiny engine pulling its two mean and grubby carriages...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 6 A Pompous Penguin

IT WAS quite late when we reached Liverpool Street station and I knew that by the time I got home to Mile End I would miss Mrs McPherson’s evening meal, yet again. It was Thursday, which meant cold cuts and home-made pickles with watery mashed potatoes, made with margarine instead of butter under war-time rationing, followed by something like tinned peaches and Bird’s powdered custard made with water rather than milk. It wasn’t much of a meal to miss, even though I was quite hungry. Miss...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 7 To Dine Is to Dream

“HOW did we meet?” Mary repeated my question, after the debris of the starting course, which was an acceptable brown Windsor soup, had been removed and while we waited unhurriedly for the main course. We were sat at a table against a corner of the restaurant, in front of blackout curtains, which appeared to cover not just the windows, but lined the walls completely all around the room. There were wide spaces between the occupied tables, so here we were quite private and free to talk...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 8 To Dance to Reality

AS WE started to rise to leave the dining room, a waiter immediately came over and told us with a whisper that a bombing raid was imminent, the air raid warnings had been sounded above ground and we wouldn’t be allowed to go upstairs to our rooms. I hadn’t realised until that point that the restaurant had been relocated in a basement. That is the problem with these lifts, I didn’t notice the number of floors we took going down. My excuse is that I was blinded by my ‘date’. Then I realised...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 9 Life Before Mary

“I JOINED the Metropolitan Police as a temporary officer helping typing up policeman’s reports, bagging and processing Crown evidence,” I said to Mary after the all-clear sirens had sounded and guests were permitted to return to their rooms or suites for the remainder of the night. We had changed into our bed wear and donned respectable dressing gowns supplied to the suite and resting in her sitting room. Mary was curled up with her legs comfortably tucked under her on a chaise langue, and I...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 10 Mortlake Mystery

OUR trip down to visit Gold’s gunner Petersen in Mortlake, using the iconic red London double-decker bus system, was uneventful. We had to climb upstairs of course, and Mary was fascinated to see many London landmarks she knew from history and watching films, including those shot in London. Before we departed her rooms we enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast brought up to the suite and served sizzling hot. Who knew that there was even a dining room and small kitchen in that fantastic hotel suite of...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 11 77 Denmark Hill

WE SAID our farewells to Petersen and headed down to catch the bus back up to Chiswick, where we would use the Underground from there. “Are you alright, Edgar?” Mary was concerned. I suppose I had gone rather quiet while Petersen discussed the different operations carried out on his leg, before the doctors finally decided to take it off. “Yes. I hadn’t had the same problems as Petersen, Mary. You know, the series of operations, the hopes first raised and then dashed each time. I was dragged...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 12 Number 77

THEY welcomed us with open arms at the estate agents. I assumed that houses and flats were hard to shift with so much uncertainty about the future and the war going against the allies quite so badly. Also, all the breadwinners of new or growing families were being conscripted, so there were fewer opportunities for families to obtain mortgages from banks or building societies. Although the bombing had caused homelessness elsewhere, the war had bypassed this little corner. We had peered...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 13 Breaking and Entering

OUTSIDE the estate agents’ premises I gently took Mary’s arm, fearful that she might faint. She looked close to tears. “Do you want to sit down? There’s a tea shop open over there.” She shook her head, but seemed unable to speak. “Do you still want to go to the shop and try and look at the flat next door?” She nodded. We were there in a minute or so and the mainly glass door covered in whitewash opened quickly using the key and I pushed her inside. As soon as I closed the door behind us...

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One Shoe GumshoeChapter 14 Encounter With Curly Cavenagh

MARY sat down on Gold’s bed with me to survey what we had collected from our survey of the two-and-a-half floors of the flat, it really wasn’t much at all. There was an empty trunk and two suitcases in the unfurnished bedroom up in what was once the loft; they were locked but I opened them and they were indeed empty. All we had gathered was the framed photo, of course, a diary, a pair of reading glasses and an unmarked cigarette lighter that Mary thought she recognised. “If you think I look...

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Shoe Salesman Chapter 2

It had been a couple of weeks since the sexy shoe sale and Jim was getting horny thinking about sex with that older woman. He was at the store when she came in and sat down. “Jim I need some shoes. I want you to pick out the sexiest pair you can.” “Oh, okay. How about some really high heels?” “Sure if you think they are sexy.” He went in back and got out a pair of 5” black stilettos with ankle straps. The sort of shoe you call “fuck me”shoes. “Here lets see how they fit.” He took...

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The Shoe Salesman and the Hot Mom

All good. Her dark eyes were hot today, her pony tail of her dark hair was tight and taut, revealing the glowing bright and soft skin of her neck. She looked down at her little skirt and tried to pull it over her knee a little more. It didn’t make any difference. She’s not used to wearing such a short skirt. Looking beyond her knees, she saw her bare legs and wondered if she should have worn an open-toe set of heels instead of the white heels with the covered, blunt nose that she wore...

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Patriciyas shoe story

Being a shoe fetishist I came across a sissy named Patriciya, full time trans and a little shoe hoarder. When we first met and she opened her closet, aka shoe vaultthe look and smell of used stripper heels made me hard and I made her my sissy shoe bitch. She was inexperienced, but willing to experiment, which I found hot andhotter yet, she was into heels and boots almost as much as me. I made her send me sexy pics while I was at work and even made her wear heels and a chastity during a drink...

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35 Year Old Mom Is Seduced By The Young Shoe Clerk

“I really need new shoes? These are falling totally apart.” I told my husband.“Why don’t you go looked for some new ones?” he said.“You are right! I hadn’t bought a new pair of shoes in two years. It is very hard to teach my aerobics class with this pair.” I said.I had the day off so I decided to go to the mall to look for some new shoes. I had figured their was several shoe stores in the mall and I was sure I would find a pair. I put on my summer dress since it was a very hot day outside and...

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Uther

Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...

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Melissa Shoe Store Owner

Melissa: Shoe Store Owner I've been stuck in my boy clothes all week, working long hours. But I have also been planning my weekend excursion. I have found out about a shoe store in a mall across town that carries large sizes. I have been looking forward all week to Saturday to turn Melissa loose. I had to work Saturday as well, but I made my escape by 3. Home, shower and shave my legs and face. Already I felt like a new woman. First I painted my toenails a bright red. Then I pulled...

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One Two Buckle My Shoe

….one two buckle my shoe…. Bowed and bent, in constant genuflection before women, was not a man's naturalstate. Having spent so much of the day compressed like a caryatid, his back bentor buckled, so often on his knees as he forced fat feet into shoes which womenwould insist on having a size too small, Steve felt like some kind of PrinceCharming... but with only ugly sisters to attend to. His back ached through having to bow low over these vain obese women, hislegs were stiff from his...

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Shoe shopping with Mom

Shoe Shopping with MomSue, 43 years, housewife and motherMary, 69 years, pensioner, mother, grandmotherIt was a hot summer day in july and Sue gets visited by her mom. It was at the end of the month, and Sue was a little bit pissed off,because it was summer and hot outside, but she didn’t have some money to buy open shoes that she wanted all the time.She told her mom that she would like to have some flat and open shoes but that she don’t have the money.Her mom deiced, to go with her to the city...

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Shoe shopping with Mom

Shoe Shopping with MomSue, 43 years, housewife and motherMary, 69 years, pensioner, mother, grandmotherIt was a hot summer day in july and Sue gets visited by her mom. It was at the end of the month, and Sue was a little bit pissed off,because it was summer and hot outside, but she didn’t have some money to buy open shoes that she wanted all the time.She told her mom that she would like to have some flat and open shoes but that she don’t have the money.Her mom deiced, to go with her to the city...

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Aunt Cassies Taboo Urges Vol I Aunt Cassies Shoe

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