RED - Sex Stories

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... Leading Linda to my two seater couch which sat opposite my counter, I sat her down. “What’s Jack done now?” “He’s angry with me. Tells me I’m possessive.” “Why?” “I’m not a ball and chain, I let him go out with his boys. He goes out every week with them.” “He wants more freedom?” “Yes.” Linda leaned back on my scarlet couch, then crossed her long brown pins. My eyes followed the hem of her dress which rode high up her meaty thigh. As she talked her red platform heel bobbed in the air. “I said to Jack, Jack, you can go clubbin, but if you’re not back by one, I’m locking that door.” “Seems reasonable, he’s far from twenty one.” “You know what he said?” “Go on.” Linda arched her neatly trimmed eyebrows. “I’ll just go back to slut’s house then.” “I hope you gave him hell.” “I felt like punching him.” Linda crossed her arms, then mumbled, “Anyway. He might moan, but he always comes home on time, or there abouts.” “Good.” “But there’s more trouble on the horizon. He’s thirty this year, and wants to go to Vegas.” “You don’t wanna go?” “Of course I would. But Jack ain’t inviting me. He just wants to go with his boys.” “Vegas is the city of sin.” From a selfish point of view, this was a rich entertainment for me. I’m obsessed with Linda. I know she likes me too, but unfortunately I have never known her to be single. Maybe, just maybe, that was about to change. “It’s definitely a single man’s holiday, Linda.” “I know it is... I’m not stupid. That’s why I have come to cheer myself up ...

... and buy myself a new pair of shoes.” “That the best therapy around.” “It sure is.” Linda’s misery is my main revenue stream. She single handily keeps my shop afloat. Slight exaggeration, but you get my drift. She has a good job, working in finance. Not completely sure what she does, but it must pay well, because she has expensive taste. In many ways I feel fortunate to have a customer like her. Knowing Linda’s taste, I placed a selection of shoes in front of her. “So, did you put your foot down with Jack?” “Yes, told him the only way he is going to Vegas is with me.” “What did he say?” “Told me I should trust him enough to go on his own.” I stepped back as Linda picked up a pair of red kitten heels. “Do you?” “I trust him, but not in Vegas... Even the pope would be tempted to empty his sacks in Vegas.” “I hear you. I mean, you don’t go to Vegas for fresh air and robust walks, do you?” Linda slipped out of her shoes and my eyes lapped up the sight of her perfectly crafted brown feet. Her beige soles looked so soft and tender. She slipped her feet into the red kitten heels. Satisfied with the fit, she stood from the couch but stumbled over a shoe box. I dived and caught her from behind. My hands, somehow, ended up on her tits. They felt more than a handful as gave them a light squeeze. The panic set in and I froze. Linda then pushed her buxom bottom into me, causing my cock to spasm. She slapped off my hands and stepped away. “Thanks for...Catching me.” “Sorry.” “It’s not your ...