Shoes by Anonymous First writer - female... Shopping is the pits! All I need is a nice pair of shoes for my date Saturday night and I can't find the right ones. A friend of mine had told me about this new store that carried not only shoes but leather items. You can bet that held my interest!!! Entering the store, I was surrounded by the exotic scent of leather. I inhaled, allowing the aroma to caress me, sending little trickles of excitement through me. Tossing my blonde curls and bringing myself back to reality, I headed in search of the shoe department. My friend was right - some very interesting styles. I tried on several but they were still not quite what I wanted... then I saw them hiding on a bottom shelf! I had to set my packages down and adjust my short, tight lycra skirt so it wouldn't ride up over my ass when I bent over. I pulled the shoes out of their hiding place. They had open toes - just perfect for my own manicured toes to peek through. The heels were 3-inchers and had ankle straps - definitely designed to show off my long, sleek legs. And all made of high quality leather! The only problem is that they are the wrong size and no clerk in sight! Wandering back to the storeroom area, I peeked in to see if I could find someone in charge. Standing, with his back to me was a tall man with dark hair. He had a nice build and a firm ass. I cleared my throat and he turned around, dropping the girlie magazine he had in his hand. It was obvious what he was thinking about!!! I admired the bulge in his crotch and asked him - if he wasn't too busy - if he could find this shoe in a size 7. I licked my lips slowly and admired his bulge some more. Trotting after me to the shoe department, he mumbled something about double- checking my size. I sat down and crossed my legs, which hiked up my skirt even more. Taking my foot by the ankle, he slowly removed my shoe, holding my naked foot in his hand... Second writer - male... Holding your foot in my trembling hand I stated that I had to get the scale to see what size you wore and as I let go of your foot I said what a nice job you did on caring for your foot... I turned and grabbed the scale under the bench and brought the bench with me also... placing the bench right in front of you and took a seat... I placed the scale down on the floor and asked you to put your foot in it... I had placed the scale away from the chair enough so that when you uncrossed you legs and placed your foot in it, your skirt would ride up even further. As I guided your foot in the scale I followed your leg with my eyes to the point I saw a faint hint of lace panties and my eyes strained to see more. I looked up to your eyes I saw the smile on your face, as if you didn't mind if I looked up your dress. I turned my attention back to your foot and held it softly as I measured it... yep this one is a size 7 but we had better check the other one to make sure, I said... I guided my hand over your foot as I took it out of the scale and gave it a smooth caress before I let it go and I commented that it was the softest foot that I had ever felt. feet... I moved the scale in a position that you would have to open your legs and scoot in the chair more. As I reached for your foot, I again caressed it softly and guided it to the scale. You adjusted your self in the chair as I had hoped hiking up your skirt to the point I could see what I had truly hoped to see. There I saw the lace of your panties, as my cock grew harder. I measured your foot and clearing my voice I said: "Yep size 7... I took your foot out of the scale and stated I had to check your arch to make sure that those shoes would be comfortable enough as some of them had too high an arch. I held your foot softly in my hand as I caressed it. I looked into your eyes only to see you were enjoying this. Then closed your eyes and leaned your head back. I decided that I wanted more of you and that I wanted the taste of you in my mouth. I lowered my mouth to your foot first kissing it. I kissed your toes one at a time. Looking up at you, I see that you are truly enjoying this as much as I am. You are smiling at me and licking your lips. I lick the underside of your foot. My tongue running between each toe. I massage your foot and calf as I lick. First writer again - female... As your tongue darts in between my toes, I inhale deeply, savoring the tremor of excitement racing up my legs. The scent of the leather in the room surrounds me, turning me on even more... I look down at you as you slide your tongue over my foot. My hand slides inside my blouse, caressing my warm flesh. "Suck on my toes, Baby... make them as hard as that rod in your pants!" Second writer again - male... As I suck first one toe then another I see you slid your hand in your blouse and feel my cock getting harder straining against my pants... I slurp on each toe slowly flicking my tongue across the bottom of it while it's in my mouth. I caress your thighs running my fingers ever so close to your love nest. As I get done with the last toe I lick and kiss the top of your foot gently massaging it with the hand that holds it. The excitement grows- I smell the scent of your wetness. As I am rubbing your thigh, I flick a finger across the lace of your panties... First writer - female... I lick my lips slowly as I watch your lips sliding over the surface of my toes. Every thrust of your tongue between them sends delightful tingles up my legs straight to my wet crotch. You think you are done??? Not hardly... you have another foot to apply your attentions to... with my free foot I push you back on your seat and let my foot slide down to your bulging crotch. My toes wiggle around, tracing the outline of your hard dick. I raise my unattended foot to your face and raise an eyebrow... Smiling, I ease my tight skirt up over my hips and dip a finger inside my now damp panties... you can see the curls of my mound poking through the lace as my fingers dip inside...