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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.

outofbiz outofbiz 36-40, F 4 Responses Mar 20, 2008

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lucky guy !

He was sweet, sort of shy. Some guys would have not settled for just looking, you know?

if it was me I am sure I would have been too impressed by a lady like you to try to go any further. For instance, after coming back from a chique restaurant or party and she is dressed with her BCBG dress and high heeled Guess shoes my gf always laughs when it comes to lovemaking (obviously dressed like that you only think of one thing especially after some drinks) and she remaines dressed,. She sees I'm embarassed and notices that she impresses me. And it really is that way!

The kind with great legs, the kind that shows them and want's them admired. A women is a beutifull gift to man. She is a masterpiece meant to be admired. My personal favorite part of that masterpiece just happens to be those legs. And judging from your story, that makes you, my kind of girl.

*giggle* yes I am that kind of girl.

Wow, my kinda girl.

What kind is that?

That is the power of femininity!<br />
I am quite envious, if I was so gifted I would do the same.<br />
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I can imagine us wreaking havoc throughout the malls with fun adventures like these<br />
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If only...

Yes, it is fun to flex that power now and again. But I try to use it kindly and gently