Shopping for shoes
Part 1
“Welcome! I’ll be with you in a minute.” The voice came from somewhere in the back of the room. Chelsey turned to look and saw a young redheaded woman making her way between the over-full racks with a stack of shoe boxes in her arms. The woman slipped through a curtain made of small seashells on strings at the back of the store and emerged a few seconds later. She was wearing a cream-colored dress that clung to her upper body like a second skin, but billowed out into a wide, pleated skirt. The top of the dress was extensively embroidered with flowers and vines done in a white thread that barely contrasted with the fabric itself. Her copper-red hair was held off her face with a red scarf tied as a headband. When she made her way around the rack of coats, Chelsey could see that the dress reached all the way to her calves, showing her... bare feet? No, she was wearing sandals - a slim leather thong ran from between her big and second toes up to her ankle, where it was knotted to another thong and the sole looked like it was only a couple millimeters thick. Her toenails were painted a warm red.
“Can I help you”, the saleslady asked. Chelsey turned from her feet to look at her face. Fair skin, a sprinkling of freckles on her nose and cheeks, her lipstick matching both the headscarf and the polish on her toenails - smiling with a twinkle in her green eyes.
“Oh, yes, hello. I’m interested in a pair of shoes you had in the window”, Chelsey managed to say. The saleslady nodded.
“Which ones, if I may ask?”
“The white high-top Converses. Six-and-a-half.”
A knowing look appeared on the saleslady’s face. “Oh, those. I got them a few days ago. A nice pair. Would you like to try them on?”
“Please.”
The saleslady made her way to the window through the narrow gaps between the display racks. She leaned around the window backdrop and pulled the white Converses from the display. “Here we are. You can take a seat over here.”
Chelsey squeezed past the racks and sat on a low stool. She pulled off her battered espadrilles and pulled on the white Converses. They fit perfect and were in really good shape, just a little bit scuffed here and there from use. Standing up, she turned to see what they looked like in the mirror.
“They look good on you”, the saleslady said. “Do you like them?”
“Yes.”
“You know… I’ll gladly sell you that pair if you want, but we have an almost identical pair on the shelf over there. White high-tops, same year… mint condition.”
Chelsey’s face lit up. “Mint? Really?”
The saleslady nodded. “Yes. If you give me a moment, I’ll get them for you”, she said, already on her way to a shelf full of shoes. She reached up on her tiptoes and pulled the shoes off a high shelf. Watching her, Chelsey couldn’t help thinking the saleslady was showing herself off. She put such thoughts away as the woman returned carrying the Converses.
“Here you go.”
Chelsey sat down and started unlacing the shoes, but the saleslady quickly crouched in front of her and grabbed her hands, pushing them away.
“Oh, let me help”, the woman said and began unlacing the Converses. Surprised, Chelsey sat silently and let her do it. She hadn’t expected the saleslady would help her with the shoes - but what had really thrown her off was the touch of the redhead’s hands. She’d grabbed her by the wrists, pushing her hands together and holding them there just for a fraction of a second longer than necessary… as if she’d been… tied up. Butterflies were somersaulting in her stomach as she watched the redhead pull first one, then the other shoe off her feet.
The saleslady quickly glanced up at her, smiling. Chelsey smiled back. The redhead took one of Chelsey’s feet and slid the new shoe on. She did it rather slowly, as if there was something special in the mundane task… and all the while she kept stroking Chelsey’s foot with her fingers...
Chelsey’s breath caught in her throat. She didn’t know what she’d expected of this visit, but this wasn’t it. She could feel a blush rise on her face… and the unmistakable heat of arousal start to smoulder in her crotch.
“There you go. How do they feel”, the redhead said, shaking Chelsey out of her thoughts. She looked down to admire the shoes. They were indeed flawless - the white was so bright it almost shone - but Chelsey’s gaze kept flitting to the saleslady standing in front of her… and especially her sandaled feet.
“Yes, they’re nice. How much are they?”
“Oh, you can have them for the same prize as the other ones”, the redhead said and smiled. “Special offer for a first-time client.”
“Thank you”, Chelsey said, taking one last look at the shoes. She then reached down to take them off - but stopped when the saleslady once again crouched in front of her.
“Allow me.” She opened laces and pulled the shoes off… once again taking more time than was really required. It took all of Chelsey’s determination and willpower not to moan as the redhead’s fingers moved on her skin. “There. Why don’t you put your shoes on and follow me”, the saleslady said, rose to her feet and headed to the counter at the back of the store. Chelsey put her espadrilles back on and followed her.
Standing at the counter, Chelsey pulled out her purse and fished out her credit card.
“Thank you”, the saleslady said as she rang up the sale. “You know… I get a lot of shoes. Any particular ones you’re interested in?”
“Nike Air Force 1’s”, Chelsey said without thinking.
The saleslady’s face lit up. “Well, that’s a coincidence. That stack of boxes I was carrying when you came in - there’s a pair of Air Force 1’s in there. Six-and-a-halves. 1982. Never worn. Interested?”
Chelsey’s eyes flew wide. “Seriously? Unworn?”
“Yes. Now, shoes that old, I can’t guarantee anything about how long they’d last, but… just thought you might be interested.”
“Oh yes!”
“Perfect”, the saleslady said and set the bag containing the Converses down on the counter. “If you would like to see them, please, right this way”, she said, indicating toward the back with her hand.
Chelsey smiled at saleslady as she walked around the counter and headed toward the curtain separating the store room from the shop proper. The small seashells clicked against one another as she pushed the curtain aside and stepped into the dimly-lit room.
“Wher… mmmph!” Chelsey’s words were cut off by the saleslady’s warm, soft hand as it settled onto her lips. The saleslady’s other arm snaked underneath Chelsey’s arm, reaching across her back and grabbing her other arm by the elbow - trapping the arms behind her back.
“Shhhh. I will not hurt you. I just couldn’t help noticing just how much you liked my sandals”, the saleslady whispered into Chelsey’s ear, her lips brushing against the earlobe. “In fact, it looked like you liked my feet even more than my sandals. Am I right?”
Chelsey’s face flushed red. She managed a small nod, her heart thumping in her chest. The words and the way she was being held lit her brewing arousal into a roaring fire.
The saleslady chuckled. “Relax, there’s nothing to be ashamed about. I usually can tell when someone is into feet. It’s because I am, too… as you might have noticed… and I liked your feet”, she said, her tongue flicking quickly on Chelsey’s ear. “Liked them a lot.”
Chelsey’s eyes were closed. She could feel the saleslady’s foot stroking up and down her bare calf, making her breath heavier - and her pussy feel wet.
“I want to tie you up and play with your feet. I will not hurt you.”
Trust me, there will be TUGs in pt 2 , but unfortunately, you'll have to wait for that until after the weekend. Till then, I hope you enjoy this.