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Shopping.... My Second Favorite Thing To Do
Shopping.... My Second Favorite Thing To Do Yesterday, I was out shopping and couldn't resist stopping at my favorite shoe store. As I entered the store, I looked around for Mr. Davis. He is a nice older gentleman who owns the store and has always given me good deals. Another pro from flirting a little. Mr. Davis is old school and still measures your feet before fitting you with your selection. When I didn't see him, I assumed he was in the stock room so I checked out the new styles he had gotten in since my last visit. I was admiring a pretty pair of gold pumps when I heard someone ask if they could help me. I looked around and saw a handsome young man standing at the counter. I asked if Mr. Davis was there. He explained the Mr. Davis was in the hospital and would be back next week. The young man appeared to be in his mid to late 20s. I have a who I am sure is older than him. I don't usually flirt with anyone of my 's friends or anyone his age for that matter. I asked him if he knew my . He explained that he worked for Mr Davis in his Pigeon Forge store and was just here to fill in for him and knew nobody here. He asked if I would like to try on the shoes I was looking at. I asked if I could use his restroom first. He showed me where it was. I admit that I have allowed Mr. Davis a peek up my dress on a few occasions but only when I was wearing panties. I wanted to show this young fellow more than just panties so I slipped my panties off and put them in my purse and went back out on the sales floor. He was kneeling in front of the fitting chair with a couple boxes of shoes behind him and said he guessed I wore a size 6 but had a few other sizes just to make sure. I sat down in front of him and he lifted my foot up on the little platform. I let my legs part just enough to give him a clear view up my skirt if he was looking. He looked up at me and then back down at my shoe. He stuttered a little as he asked my how I kept my legs toned so well. I parted my legs just a bit farther apart and told him I walked a lot on my job. I could see his eyes move down to my shoes then back up at my legs or up my skirt. After several minutes of fumbling with my shoes, he asked if I would like to walk around in them. I stood up and walked around the store then stopped and bent down to feel where my toe was in the shoe. I wanted to give him a good look at my ass before returning to the seat. I told him I liked them and would take them and he could put my other shoes in the box. He said he would like to wipe them off before I left because they had some dust on them. I knew what he was wanting so when I returned to the seat, I spread my legs a bit more and moved around a little as he was wiping my shoes off. I waited for him to stand up before I did. By the looks of the front of his pants, he had enjoyed what he had seen as much as I had enjoyed showing it to him. |
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I am envious of him. Of course, had I been I would have had to have my hand all over your legs helping you get into the shoes. AKA The Clit Whisperer.
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Damn you are so hot
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1 post 5/14/2012 9:05 am |
After reading your post, I'm searching the want ads for any shoe store openings! Thank you for sharing, you've got my mind racing and my cock throbbing.
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Hope you're in Knoxville. Just grocery shopping with you would be a blast. Stay sexy. Mean what you say and say what you mean.
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11/3/2012 8:42 am |
Very hot story! I hope that you go braless, too...
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Oh the joys of working in a quality shoe store (especially with the right customers0.
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1 post 11/12/2012 6:26 am |
Write us back on VisionPersonals.com, we have a vacation plan that includes you. Michele and Brian.
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11/13/2012 9:24 am |
Damn i would have love to been with ya ... Just to have watched the expression on his face... lol
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I'm a retired mailman and had a number of stos on my route that I got treats like that when I had deliveries in the summer, it's amazing the number of women who cometo the door in the buff.
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