I love shopping for shoes. Not because I particularly have a need for them, but rather, I love the experience. Shoe shopping has become a game for me; and one in which I love to play. I make time for this pastime at least once a week – a girl’s got to have her fun.

Before I head out, I always pick one of my shortest skirts. Of course, I never wear panties. Sometimes I wear stockings so that the top lacing can peek out from under the short hem of my skirt. Other times, I leave my legs totally soft and bare. For my last excursion, I decided to go with bare legs.

With a light step, I casually walked into the shoe store at the local mall. To my luck, a new salesman was working. Maybe twenty-two, short brown hair and an average build. He looked harried, as if the long day of waiting on customers had finally gotten to him. This was ideal for what I wanted to do. My excitement built as I thought of what was to come.

Wishing to build the mood, I leisurely strolled down the aisle. Part of the game too was choosing the right pair of shoes. I picked up a pair of long-laced strappy sandals and approached the young sales clerk. “Do you have these in a seven?” I asked in a sing-song voice.

“Um, yeah, hold on,” he said, giving me a quick once over.

I winked at him and grinned; then made my way to the bench to sit down.