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Posted on 02.08.05 by Justine @ 10:48 pm
Well, here’s the story I promised you yesterday. My experience with the girl in the shoe shop certainly got my creative juices flowing (and some other juices as well) and I think the story turned out very well Justine Shopping For Shoes I love shoes and I particularly love going shopping for them. I always wear a very short skirt or dress and go to a shoe shop that I haven’t been to before - this makes it more exciting! Last year I went shopping in a town called Ipswich. It’s in the county of Suffolk in the south-east of England. I wore a pair of red high-heeled shoes, and a very short red dress that barely covered my ass and pussy. All it needed was a gust of wind and I may as well have been naked! I found a shoe shop just off the main shopping area and started browsing the shelves, looking for a bargain. As I did so, I spotted my prey. A smartly dressed young man was tidying the racks of shoes. It was quiet in town today and he obviously had plenty of time on his hands. He looked very young indeed, barely out of school, and a little unsure of himself. He spotted me and walked uncertainly over. “Can I…can I help you, Madam?” he enquired with a shy smile, looking me up and down. I smiled back warmly and asked if he had any high-heeled lace up boots I might try in a size four. Something really sexy, if he had it. He looked a little flustered by my request, but hurried off and soon came back with two or three pairs for me to choose from. “Oh thank you, you’re so kind”, I breathed, “Would you mind helping me on with them? They can be very difficult, you know.” He agreed readily and showed me to a seat. The shop was still empty, so I knew I could begin some fun with this poor unsuspecting boy… I sat down and kicked off my shoes - “The red ones first I think, don’t you?” I said, looking deep into his eyes as he knelt down in front of me. He couldn’t help his gaze from wandering to my bare thighs as he started unlacing the shiny red leather boots. I parted my legs just slightly so he could see the dark triangle beyond, but quickly squeezed them back together before he saw too much. He gulped and perspiration broke out on his brow as he fumbled with the laces. I stared at him lustily, my breathing getting faster and harder as I thought of what I’d like to do to him. He became uncomfortable under my gaze and flustered by his own arousal. “Er, it’s a lovely day today, isn’t it?” he stuttered. “Oh yes” I replied quickly, “I just love it - a girl doesn’t have to wear much in this weather!” I was maybe a little eager in my reply as he looked even more awkward and embarrassed. I felt sorry for him and, at the same time, felt my lust growing and my pussy moistening. He offered the first boot to me and I lifted my leg to slip me foot in. Inevitably, the material of my dress fell away to reveal my nakedness. The boy was transfixed as I wriggled my toes into the boot, pretending not to notice. I could see a bulge appearing in his trousers as he continued to stare from the corner of his eye, tortured by wanting to see my cunt, but not wanting me to know he was looking! “What do you think?” I asked huskily. “Wha.. what?” he stammered looking up at me, his face flushed with excitment. “The boots” I said firmly, “What do you think of the boots? I think they need lacing up. Would you mind?” “Yes, yes of course, I’m sorry. My mind had wandered…” his voice trailed off and he started fumbling with both boots, lacing them up. I kept my feet firmly on the floor, knees slightly apart, so he had to get right down on the floor to do them. The poor boy was in a real state! “I like them nice and tight, don’t you?” I asked, cruelly teasing him with another double entendre. He started stammering but I interrupted “The laces, I mean, I like them tied real tight.” I gave him my sauciest smile and touched him gently on the arm as he finished tying them up. “Thank you so much. Now let me see in the mirror.” I strutted over to the mirror, aware of his eyes on my body, and stood and twisted and turned to see what I looked like. They did look good actually, but that wasn’t what I was interested in. I walked back and bent down in front of the boy who was still kneeling on the floor. As I did so, my breasts bulged out over the top of my dress, right in front of his face. “Do you like them?” I asked him softly. He gulped and stared back at me, trying not to look at my cleaveage. “Oh, you mean the boots, don’t you” he half chuckled, pleased not to have been fooled this time. “No, I mean my tits” I replied, my voice throatier than ever with lust, “Why don’t you lock up and show me your store room?”. The boy was stunned and couldn’t answer. I reached for his hands and placed them on the swell of my breasts, then moved one down to my aching wet pussy. “Would you like that? I’m sure you’ve got something in there you’d like to show me.” The boy pulled away and for a moment I thought I’d been too forward and scared him off, but he rushed across the shop with his keys and swiftly locked the door. “We haven’t got long you know,” he gushed, “My manager will be back from lunch. And I’m not very experienced at this kind of thing you know…”. He would have gone on and on for ages, I’m sure, but I silenced him with my mouth on his. And, oh how sweet his lips were! I darted my tongue into his mouth and he responded readily. I could wait no longer so I steered him to the back of the shop, through a door marked “Staff Only”. The door slammed behind us and there we were in this tiny leather-scented room. “Now, fuck me, please fuck me!”, I begged, not caring what he thought of me, just deperate to get his cock up me. I undid his trousers and let them fall round his ankles. His stiff dick was pointing up in the air, the head glistening with pre-cum. I knelt down and licked his helmet, sucking it deep down in my throat. Then, tugging him towards me, I backed up against the door and put my leg round his waist, pulling his shaft towards my aching cunt. “Not yet” he said, smiling now he was in control, “I want to see you naked except for the boots, then I’ll fuck you anyhow you want.” I pouted at him as I slipped my dress over my head, revealing my body to his gaze, wearing nothing but the red boots as he’d requested. “Fucking hell” he exclaimed, “Fucking hell…”. He didn’t able to say anything else and kept repeating this as he pushed me up against the door and impaled me with his engorged member. I came almost immediately, I couldn’t stand it! His cock was so stiff and hot, and he was such a sweet boy! He moaned and mumbled incoherently then yelled as he creamed up inside me, his whole body shuddering with pent-up ecstacy. His lips never left mine as his hips continued moving, and his hands stroked and tweaked my breasts and nipples. At that moment we heard the front door of the shop rattling. The boy stopped, a look of horror on his face. “Oh shit, that’ll be my manager! Oh fuck, I’m going to be in real trouble!” He pulled out of me and started fumbling around with his clothes. I slipped my dress on and helped him get his trousers back on. “Don’t worry, I’ll distract him” I said with a smile, straightening my dress and re-arranging my hair. “No, you don’t understand!” the poor lad was stricken, “It’s a she! My manager’s a woman!” I started laughing at the look of fear on his face. “Even better” I said, winking at him as I opened the door and headed off towards my next conquest. I’ve always enjoyed a challenge! Written by Justine from http://www.JustinesBedroom.com Filed under: Kinky Comments:
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