It had been a long day in Miami. The mall was new, there were few customers, and the shoe store where Andrea worked was at the end of a side corridor where few shoppers ventured. As closing time neared, I was looking for the shoe store. As I approached the entrance, I nearly ran into her. I jumped back, apologizing profusely. ” Are you closing?” I asked. ” Not as long as I can be of assistance,” She replied, leaning the broom against a rack. I watched as she moved gracefully toward the display against the back wall. Her black hair flashed as she moved beneath each light fixture, drawing my attention to her every movement. She knew I was watching her, and I was sure that she added an extra wiggle here and there for my benefit. I appreciated the thoughtfulness.

As I browsed the display, she moved beside me in case I needed assistance. She stood near my elbow so she could discreetly observe me without being intrusive. Her lovely hair shimmered with gleaming highlights. From where I stood I could tell she was smiling, probably quite pleased with herself for the effect she was having on me. Her full breasts thrust forward beneath the form-fitting blouse that clung to every contour. Her long, trim legs stretched floor-ward below the hem of her stylishly short skirt. Her aroma reached my nostrils, immersing me in a mixture of perfume and sensual musk. I closed my eyes for a moment to enjoy the nearby warmth of her form and her luscious scent.

” I like these. Do you have them in my size?,” I asked, rousing her from her reverie. She glanced at my feet before going into the stock room to retrieve the style I requested. When she returned, I had taken a seat in one of the chairs at the back of the store facing the back wall. Some men like trying shoes on without assistances, but she sensed that I wanted her to assist me. She knelt before me, glancing up into my green eyes and smiling briefly before she turned her attention to the fitting. I smiled, and she returned the smile, but she said nothing. An awkward moment passed, before she said, ” If they do not feel right, perhaps we should try another size.” She knew it would provide an opening that might lead elsewhere. At this point I was still not sure of her intentions.

” You’re the shoe-spert,” I said. A coy smile spread across herr face and her eyes flashed as I delivered the pun. We shared a moment of laughter before returning to the task at hand. Instead of rising to go to the stock room, as I expected, she simply slid her skirt up slightly, and I could see that she was wearing a garter belt and stockings. Without hesitation, I leaned forward moving my hands up under the edge of her skirt and released the stockings, first one leg, and then the other. As I did so, I noticed that she allowed her body to slip closer to the chair.

Once I had the first stocking released, I looked up at her as I begin to roll it down her leg. I rolled slowly, allowing my fingers to glide across her smooth skin, stopping occasionally to caress each new area of tantalizing skin. Her eyes closed and herr entire body relaxed as I slid the stocking down. I cast the first one aside and repeated the process with the second.
Removing her stocking had caused her legs to part slightly and her skirt had drifted far up on her legs. I could see that she was wearing red panties with a narrow crotch that barely covered her pussy. I thought I could see the outlines of her pussy lips pressing against the fabric. By now my cock was rock hard, pressing against my pants, ready to emerge, but I shifted my position to relieve the pressure.


We change places, she closes her eyes, so I know she is comfortable with the situation. I lifted her left foot, resting it on my knee, and I begin to massage it, beginning with her toes. ” I need to relax your foot muscles,” I said, she made no response. I stroked each toe, then rolled it gently between my fingers, being careful not to tickle. I raised her foot to my lips, kissing each toe gently. She scrunched up her toes in response, but kept her eyes closed.