Wet Dreams Ch. 02

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I really hated working at the shoe store, well except for Saturdays. During the course of the day I could always count on a number of good looking women coming, most them just browsing. Still, some would come in in short skirts and I'd pull my little stool up and help them try on new pair after new pair of shoes, sometimes catching a peek at the promised land between their thighs. Still, after staying out late Friday night, it certainly wasn't my favorite thing to get up and open the place at 10 a.m.

It was a slow day. Actually, I hate the mall. The crowds just drive me nuts. It wasn't until almost noon my first customer came in. Damn she was hot. Big tits, killer legs and best of all, a short skirt. She paraded around the store picking up shoes, looking at them and putting them back down only to pick up another pair. She'd probably be like all the rest. Just look at a few pairs and then wander back out into the crowd of people swarming by.



"May I help?" I asked, as I walked closer to her.

"Well, I was just looking," she answered. "Actually, I'm really just trying to beat the heat. It's hot out today."

"I've been stuck inside but yeah, it was supposed to get pretty hot today." Another one of those people just taking advantage of the air-conditioning I thought.

"Well, I do need to get a pair of shoes," she said. "Maybe I could try on a few pairs and get a male perspective. They're for a party I'm going to. I mean, I don't really need 'em and..."

"But it's nice and cool in here, right?" I interrupted.

"Well, yeah, it is," she responded, a slight wave of crimson filling her cheeks. "My name's Sybil...my friends call me Syb!"

"Well, tell you what Sybil..."

"You can call me Syb!"

"Okay Syb, why don't you show me what you're looking for and have a seat over there and we'll see what we can do."

She rummaged through several more pairs of shoes and finally handed me three pairs. "Here, I think any of these would be fine. We just need to find the right color."

Finding the right size wasn't a problem, in fact she knew exactly what size she needed. I'd no sooner set them down in front of her and she'd be up walking around, gazing into the store mirror to see how they looked and then back again to put on another pair and go through the routine again. Damn, that late night out was taking a toll. I had a beautiful woman in front of me but was fighting to keep my eyes open. Different colors, different styles-it didn't seem to end. I'm not going to say I didn't notice what was going on though. Each time she sat down to try on another pair of shoes I was able to see straight up her skirt past those creamy thighs. Oh she had panties on, but damn, it was nice; but then up she'd get up again to parade around once again in another pair of shoes.



She came back and sat down. "Let me try that pair in red," she said.

I walked into the back, picking up three pairs, the pair she asked for and a couple more I thought might be nice. I don't know what I was thinking, but the pair she asked for, well, I picked up a pair that was a half size too small.

"Here ya go, Syb," I announced triumphantly. "Not only the ones you wanted but a couple more you may be interested in." She just smiled, saying nothing as I sat back down.

I placed all three pairs out and she once again placed a foot into one of the shoes. "These seem a little tight."

"I don't know, I think they're the same as the others. Sometimes that happens though, I can see if I can find another pair."

"No, it's probably the heat and all this walking around. Can you help me?"

"Sure." I reached down as she lifted her leg up. Her black stocking contrasted nicely with the red skirt she wore and actually, the shoes I had picked were perfect with what she wore. I gently grabbed her ankle to hold her leg up and as I did, she wiggled a little in her chair. Her skirt rose a little more. I looked up and her head was tilted back and her eyes were closed. I don't know, I think she was all of a sudden pretending not to be paying attention. Only one way to find out I thought.



I took my other hand and placed it against the bottom of her foot. I looked up at her again and still no reaction. I rubbed the bottom of her foot. I heard her sigh and her legs parted slightly. I continued the light massage. One thing was certain, I had a damn nice view under her skirt and could see those dainty little panties. I couldn't tell for sure, but somehow I just knew they were damp.

I lifted her other leg up and placed a foot on each of my knees. Her legs spread a little more giving me an even better view and I worked both of my hands softly on her other foot now. I could tell she was loving it. She slid down lower in the chair and all of a sudden I felt one of her feet brush against the front of my trousers.



Fuck, I was thinking, this is fuckin' great. I looked back up at her face, but her head was still tilted back oblivious to everything going on, or so she wanted me to believe I guess. Her foot, actually her toes, started to move in small circles, rubbing my cock and well, it was certainly responding. She may have had her eyes closed but she had to feel my meat sausage growing in my pants at the touch of her toes. It felt great but when the length of the bottom of her foot pushed against my cock, I couldn't take it anymore. It was time to make my move. I glanced quickly behind me and still no one was in the store. I could see the hustle and bustle outside the door, but no one stopped, not even to window shop. Syb's foot pushed harder against my cock, rubbing.

Pulling her foot away, I unbuckled and unzipped my pants. I wasn't sure how far I could go with this, how bold I could be, but what the fuck! What was the worst thing that could happen? She could complain but hell, she started it all. She must have heard the zipper. Her foot pushed forward and with my help, I guided her foot inside my open pants.



She bent her toe to the side and rubbed it up and down the side of my cock. Damn, she was giving a foot job better than some women could give hand jobs. There was only one more thing to do. I reached down and slipped my fingers under the waistband of my underwear. Adjusting myself in my seated position, I pulled my underwear down exposing my cock. She had stockings on but she had to be able to feel the difference. I certainly could. I could feel the nylon material sliding up and down my hard cock. I pulled her leg forward letting her grind her foot into the shaft of my cock.

She moved her other foot against my cock. Her feet surrounded my cock and started to move up and down. I pushed up and down as best I could on the small little seat, fucking my cock in and out between her moving feet. Her cool stockings felt so good running up and down the length of my cock and her feet applied just enough pressure to the point I actually moaned lightly. When I did, her feet moved faster on my cock. My cock was throbbing! I pushed harder and her feet clamped down tighter against the shaft of my cock. She had to feel my pulsing cock between her feet and there was no way she couldn't know I was getting ready to explode.

I looked straight at her pussy, well the best I could see it anyway. Maybe she opened her eyes and saw my longing stare. Her hands moved to her skirt and pulled it upward. With one deft move her hand slid up her inner thigh and her fingers pulled the panties to the side. I could see the pink slit of her pussy and her fingers dancing on her clit. It was more than I could take. I sat still now, feeling the stockings gliding over my wet shaft, her feet moving up and down the length of it still faster. My hot cum shot from my cock. Her right foot moved quickly over the top of the squirting head of my cock, her silk covered foot soaking up all I had to offer. The light pressure of her foot coaxing out the rest of my creamy cum into the black stocking. The sheer stocking continued to brush over the head of my cock. It was almost too much to bear. The pain was exquisite. My elbows crooked on my knees, my face fell forward into my hands.

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"Excuse me sir, I was wondering, I mean looking for some shoes," I heard a voice say.

Waking abruptly, I saw no one sitting in front of me. Turning my head, an older woman looked at me quizzically. Shaking my head, clearing what had to be a blank stare, I looked back at her. "Sure, I mean no problem!"

I stood up. Glancing down, the front of my pants appeared damp. "Excuse me a moment, ma'am, I'll be right with you." I sheepishly put my hands over the front of my pants and made my way to the restroom to clean up.

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