SHOE STORE

It was finally time. I left work with my feet aching, 
victims of too old, too worn shoes. It was time for new 
ones. 

But I was leaving late. Everything was almost ready to 
close when I got to the mall. I hobbled as fast as I 
could to the small shoe store way back in an out-of-the 
way part of the mall where I usually did my rare shoe 
shopping. A young girl was almost ready to pull the 
grate down over the entrance, but she saw me limping 
towards her and paused. 

"Please," I gasped. "Can you take care of me?" 

She looked at me for a moment, then grinned slightly. 
"Sure. Come on in." 

I ducked under the grate and she closed it the rest of 
the way. 

"You look like your feet need some help," she commented 
as I sagged into a chair and tore off my old shoes. I 
wiggled my toes, grateful I still had feeling in them. 

"That's for sure," I said. She just stood there looking 
at me, and made no move to show me any shoes. 

"I have to turn the lights down," she said. 

I nodded my head and leaned back a bit. Ah, new shoes. 
A treat for my feet. 

The lights dimmed. She came back out and stood there 
again. 

"I know just what you need," she said. "Be right back." 
And she disappeared again. 

She came back out a few minutes later carrying a large 
basin. It looked rather heavy, and as she carefully set 
it down in front of me, I saw it was full of soapy 
water. Rising steam told me it was hot water. 

I looked at her curiously. She knelt, with the basin 
between us, and picked up my left foot. My eyes widened 
as she carefully lowered it into the steaming water. 
Oh, that felt so good. 

I watched in amazement as she meticulously washed my 
foot, even between my toes. Then she lowered it into 
the water again and did the same for my right foot. 
Soon both my feet had been scrubbed clean and were 
luxuriating in the hot, soapy water. 

"Um, you really didn't have to do that," I said, a bit 
nervously. 
She just smiled at me. 

"I'm not done yet." 

She disappeared again, leaving me there with my feet 
soaking comfortably. She came back with a small bottle 
and a towel. 

She removed my feet from the water and dried them off, 
sliding the basin to the side. I felt wonderful, almost 
as if I had just taken a nice hot bath. Then she sat, 
cross-legged, right in front of me, with my feet 
literally in her lap. This was getting a bit weird. 

She picked up the bottle and poured something on her 
hands. She then proceeded to massage both my feet. I 
couldn't believe what this young girl was doing. I also 
couldn't believe how good it felt. I had never had a 
foot massage, or any kind of massage, but as her hands 
skillfully worked over my once-aching feet, I felt my 
whole body beginning to relax. 

This was great. 

There was just one problem. 

For some reason I couldn't comprehend, I was feeling a 
bit aroused. 

I shifted nervously in my chair. She grinned at me 
again, but didn't say a word. 

 My feet had turned to putty by now, totally limp. The 
ache was gone, as if it had never been. She continued 
kneading, caressing, but somehow never actually 
tickling, which surprised me. After a while, she wiped 
the oil off my feet and dried them thoroughly. I stared 
to thank her, but she still wasn't done. 

She stared straight into my wide eyes and slowly slid 
her tongue up the sole of my right foot. I shivered, 
staring back at her in shock. As she reached the top of 
my foot, I watched in amazement as my big toe 
disappeared into her mouth. Still staring at me, she 
sucked on my big toe. 

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. 
And I didn't know why I suddenly felt so damp between 
my legs. 

Grinning slightly, she turned her attention to my left 
foot and gave it the same treatment. Her eyes never 
left mine. 

I was trembling. I had no idea how I should react. 
Should I say thank you? Should I ask her to stop? 
Should I tell her how uncomfortable I felt? 

Did I really even feel uncomfortable? 

As she began kissing my feet and sucking my toes at 
random, a soft moan came from somewhere. I shuddered as 
I realized it had come from me. 

I was undeniably wet now, and was unconsciously 
squeezing my cunt muscles. My eyes widened as I noticed 
a scent that I knew to be my own. 

The look on her face told me that she also knew that 
scent. 

I watched, unable to move, as her tongue slowly 
travelled past my ankle, up my calf, over my knee, up 
my thigh. Her hands went to my thighs too, gently 
pushing them apart. Helpless, I did not resist. I 
couldn't. 

Staring into my eyes, she took the lower edge of my 
skirt in her hands and pushed it upwards. Shaking like 
a leaf, I moved my bottom towards her a bit, towards 
the edge of the chair. I looked down to see my panties 
visible, stained from my arousal. She grinned at me 
again. 

A long fingernail slid between my skin and my panties. 
My panties were pushed to the side, exposing my 
throbbing clit. I could only stare in awe as I watched 
her tongue gently touch it. 

My head fell back, my arms dangled limp beside the 
chair, and another, stronger moan echoed through the 
empty shoe store. 

The shoe lady made me cum. Several times. 

Then, still without a word, she put my panties back 
into place, and did the same for my skirt. Her tongue 
journeyed back down my thigh, my calf, to my foot 
again. I watched, dazed, as she sucked my toes once 
more. 

Then, pulling the basin back, she lowered my feet into 
the still-warm water, washed them again, and dried 
them. She stood up, leaned towards me as I almost lay 
in the chair, and kissed me softly. My whole body 
tingled as another woman's lips pressed against mine. 

She picked up the basin and towel, and disappeared. 

She came back a minute later, and I had recovered 
somewhat. Still not saying anything, she selected a 
very well-made, very expensive pair of shoes from the 
rack and carefully put them on me. They fit perfectly. 

She took my hand and helped me to my feet. Leading me 
to the entrance she pushed the button that raised the 
grate, and kissed me again, quickly.  She gently pushed 
me away as the grate opened. 

Outside the store, I turned back to her. She smiled and 
pushed the button again, and the grate slowly rolled 
back down. 

Fittingly, the last thing I saw of her was her feet. 

I walked back to my car in a daze. It wasn't until I 
got home that I realized she hadn't charged me for the 
pair of $150 shoes. 

And it's funny. For some reason my pussy always gets 
damp when I have them on. And I wear them a lot.