Fucking A Woman In A Shoe Shop

I’m working in a shoe shop, and it’s the most boring job in the world, until the day she walks in. She has long, dark hair curl¬ing round her shoulders and the face of an angel. She’s dressed in a very ordinary fashion — black skirt suit and white blouse, just like any other office worker out on her lunch break — but what’s about to happen is out of the ordinary, if only I knew it.

She asks to try on a couple of pairs of shoes, and I go to fetch the ones she wants from the stockroom. When I get back, she’s sitting waiting for me, legs crossed, and I sit down on a stool in front of her to help her try the shoes on. We’re encouraged to give all our customers per¬sonal attention because it’s the best way to make a sale.

I haven’t realised quite how short or tight her skirt really is, and as I glance up from my sitting position, I realise I can see her stocking tops and the creamy flesh above them. The sight causes my cock to swell, and she notices the bulge in my trousers and smiles.

The first pair aren’t to her liking, so I reach for the second. When I turn back, she uncrosses her legs and places her foot on my knee. Her legs are spread a good foot apart, and I can see her virginal white panties and some wisps of dark pubic hair. She’s blatantly teasing me with her display, and I can’t help but respond. My cock is almost painfully hard in my trousers as I realise there’s a damp patch in the gusset of her panties.

She goes for the second pair of shoes, and as she signs the credit card slip, she asks me to deliver the shoes to her office after work, giving me the address. Td like a private fitting,’ she tells me.

When I turn up, slightly overawed by the plush offices she works in, she’s sitting at her desk. She motions me to sit at her feet, so she can try the shoes on again. I have an idea what all this is leading to, and the anticipation turns me on. This time, when she lifts her leg so I can place the shoe on her foot, I see immediately that she isn’t wearing any knickers. I breathe in the beautiful sight and aroma of her hairy, aroused pussy. Take a good look,’ she encourages me, and I part her legs as far as the tight skirt will allow. She shuffles in her seat, and my head slips between her legs, so I can lick and taste her tangy juices.

When I’ve brought her to an orgasm with my tongue, we both strip off and I take her from behind as she clutches the edge of her big wooden desk. She’s wearing nothing but her stockings, suspenders and the high heels she bought this lunchtime, and she looks and feels fabulous as I thrust into her. If only all my female cus¬tomers wanted a personal service…