“Man…you’re never going to believe this,” I began telling my friend. And I was right…he didn’t.
**
Two weeks passed, and then she once again came into the store, almost exactly at the same time and day she had the last time. Larry had just left for lunch, and I couldn’t help but wonder if she hadn’t been waiting for him to do that before coming into the store.
“Hi again Mrs. Anderson,” I said in greeting her. I of course remembered her name from the last time. She smiled broadly at that, and told me it was ok to call her Sophia. She then informed me she was there to pick up and try on a new pair of running shoes, so I was correct in my assumption that she did that, and quickly pointed out several pairs of good running shoes she might be interested in. I noticed she was wearing a reasonably short denim skirt with a matching jacket that she wore over what appeared to be a rather tight,
form fitting white tank top beneath it. As it was a warm summer’s day, we quite naturally had the air conditioning on. Even so, as she sat she removed her jacket placing it on the chair beside her. Almost immediately I saw the twin points of her nipples suddenly harden, pressing against the thin tightly molded material of her top. It was evident she wasn’t wearing a bra, a surprise as she had fairly large breasts to begin with, though not overly so. But usually, I didn’t see a lot of women running around without a bra on when she had breasts of that size, even though they’d been mostly hidden beneath the matching jacket she had worn in.
Once again she asked to use the restroom, heading off towards it as I again headed off back into the stockroom for shoes in her size. But this time, I remained there, peeking out around the corner, waiting for her return, and damn glad that I did so.
Sophia came out, settled herself down in her seat, and then quickly looked around. Satisfied no one was looking perhaps, even though I was, and could clearly see her from my vantage point, I then watched as she hurriedly ran her hand up between her legs. It was clearly evident she was doing something to herself, and I could only imagine what it might be, wondering if I would again hear that same interesting little sound I had heard the last time.
Moments later I returned carrying several pairs of shoes for her to try on and look at. I was pleased to see that she was wearing the sandals I had sold her the last time. As I lifted her foot, slipping the sandal off, I once again heard what I now knew to be the soft gentle hum of a vibrating toy between her legs. Rather than look confused or even pretend I couldn’t hear it, I simply looked her right in the eyes and smiled. As I did, I placed my thumb squarely against the heel of her foot, and then slowly ran it up through her arch, massaging it as I did that.
“As with anything, it’s important that you always have adequate support,” I began saying now looking directly at her chest, her nipples very erect, twin little pin-points of arousal pressing against the almost painted on material of her tank top, the swells of each breast clearly showing above the somewhat low neckline. “Even when you don’t necessarily need it,” I finished, still continuing to run my thumb deeply against the arch of her foot. “That does sound important,” she said, continuing to smile, though I heard a brief audible sigh as I continued massaging the sole of her foot.
“What you need is something nice and hard…yet firm,” I continued ad libbing this as I went, watching for her response, still hearing the faint hum of the toy which I now knew was buried deeply inside her. “But at the same time, something that is flexible and more than adequate for your needs.”
I was blatantly fondling her foot, and she knew it, but allowed me to continue to do so. She even shifted her position somewhat, allowing me an even better advantage while continuing the massage and caress, though I now had and was given that “urban” moment, much to my surprise. I could see clearly between her legs, her short skirt bunching and riding up her thighs. I realized upon doing so, she wore no panties whatsoever,
though if she had been when first coming into the store, she had obviously taken them off in the bathroom, which is when I also realized she must have inserted the toy. What I saw…was a small silver end, a thin lead wire attached to it, leading away up through her waistband. I knew then she had the remote portion of it secreted away elsewhere, no doubt in one of her back pockets on the skirt, which I’d noticed earlier.
“It’s good to work out any soreness or stiffness before trying something new for the first time,” I then instructed. “Always good to get nice and loosened up a little.”
“Yes…it is,” she agreed, hearing the pleasured tone in her voice. I wondered if she knew I had actually seen her toy partially buried inside her, and then lifted her foot just a little more working on her toes now, giving me an even greater angle at her crotch in doing so.
“Feel good?” I now asked, her eyes searching mine for a response.
“Very,” she sighed pleasurably. “I always enjoy a good rub,” she then added, allowing the innuendo to hang there for a moment. “Don’t you?”
“Oh yes…as often as possible,” I told her, feeling my cock already stiffening inside my pants, almost uncomfortably so now. “You take excellent care of your feet,” I now mentioned replacing the foot I’d been working on, picking up the other, though I accomplished in doing what I’d set out to do too, the sudden shift in position revealing even more of her thigh, and now an even more obvious glimmer at the silver end of the toy barely hidden now beneath the hem of her skirt which had hiked upwards considerably.
“Thank you, I keep them nice and soft by putting a lot of lotion on them,” she told me almost seductively.
“Yes, a nice creamy, natural lotion is always best for the feet,” I agreed. Sliding my fingers between her toes as though fucking them, softly, sensually.
“The more natural, the better,” she responded back.
“Couldn’t agree more, and this one feels like it could use some too, it’s a bit drier than your other foot.”
She pursed her lips in a small pout. “I didn’t bring any with me,” she stated. “I don’t suppose…”
“Not something we keep in stock here I’m afraid,” I said apologetically once again looking at her breasts, her nipples if anything even harder and more pronounced than they were before. I heard her giggle, almost demurely. “What?”
“I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, but since I feel so comfortable with you,” she began telling me, and continued before I could respond in kind. “But my husband lubricates my feet with his own particular brand of lotion…if you know what I mean, so perhaps that’s why they are as soft and smooth as they are. Though admittedly…that foot seems to be a little neglected at the moment.”