The Shoe Salesman
I was shoe shopping, like I always do, wanting to find that just right pair of heels to match my new dress. I have so many shoes already, but that does not ever stop me from buying more.
I had on a short little pleated skirt, very flirty, and the poor shoe salesman was trying not to stare up my skirt at my *****. Of course, I was not wearing any panties.
I felt sorry for him. He was so cute, as he actually blushed a little. I leaned forward, and whispered in his ear.
"It's OK. I don't mind if you look"
He smiled, and I gave him a warm kiss on the cheek. I spread my legs wider to treat him to an unobstructed view of my pretty pink *****.
I lingered there a long time, trying on dozens of pairs of shoes, with him panting after me like a puppy dog, so eager to please me. He handed me his card and urged me to call him. I smiled and gave him a soft kiss goodbye, then strutted from the store with my new shoes in a shopping bag, my flirty little skirt swishing to and fro with the sway of my supple hips.
I knew he would remember me forever, and I remember him.