She strolls into the shoe store and starts to look around. It’s an upscale place that still has real sales people, and after a few minutes I walk in like I don’t know her and tell the lady who comes to help me that my wife is meeting me here. I sit down and open the paper like I’m reading.

Meanwhile my girl has chosen a few pairs of shoes to try on and the salesman goes and gets them for her. I already told her what to look for today—high-heels with ankle straps, red leather. Sometimes it’s different. The salesman’s an older, hard-working guy, a little on the fat side. I watch as she lifts her skirt and extends her stockinged foot so he can slide the shoe on.. He sits on the stool with his legs spread and her foot not far from his balls as he eases her into the shiny new leather, touching her. Already I’m getting hard.

He helps her on with the other one and I can imagine what he’s thinking, touching her foot through the stocking and easing it into soft leather. He must smell her perfume. I wonder if he can feel that little shudder she gives when someone touches her foot. I wonder if her can tell she’s not wearing any panties. What’s he thinking as he buckles that little gold buckle across her slim ankle?

The newspaper’s in my lap now, hiding my erection as she gets up and takes a test walk. I smile to the sales lady and leave and wait for her outside. Maybe she’ll buy the shoes, maybe not.

If she does, you know I’m going to play shoe store with her. grab her feet and rub those shoe all over my cock, then hold onto those heels as she lies on the bed and I stand on the floor and give it to her.

I love to go shopping with her.

http://www.highheelshoemuseum.com/
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