RED - Sex Stories

RED

... fault... I’m so clumsy, I could fall over on a flat beach.” “It could happen to anyone.” I stooped down and picked up the box. “Especially when I leave such a mess lying around.” Linda strutted up and down in front of the full length mirror. “Yes. I’ll have these.” “Great.” “How much?” This is where the fun starts. “That’s ninety bucks.” “Not doing a loyalty card yet?” “You’ll be glad to know I’m looking into it.” “What about a mate rate?” Linda leaned across the counter, giving me an exquisite view of the dusky valley between her tits. She knew full well her cleavage was her chief negotiator. “The day my landlord starts offering me mate rates, then I’ll consider it.” Linda groaned like a frustrated school girl. “But I’ve been coming here longer than most. I practically live here” “I need to make a living.” “Fine... I don’t know what it will take for you to drop the price... I practically have to strip to get you to budge a damn cent.” “I wish.” “Get lost.” I placed the receipt into the bag. “Look, I’ll give you a free bag, how about that?” “Wow... I’ll put it with the rest.” Linda smiled and waved as she turned away. “See you next Friday.” “Five fifteen?” “That predicable huh?” “Yes. I set my clock by you.” “Shit, I think I need to stop buying shoes... and concentrate on finding a life.” I shouted as Linda opened the glass door to step out onto the street. “Good luck with Jack.” “Thanks.” Stocktaking It was Friday morning as Linda walked into the shop. I stepped around my ...

... service counter. “You’re not due for a good few hours yet.” It soon became evident that Linda looked stressed. “Are you okay?” “Not good, It’s an emergency.” “You don’t have to ask to go to the bathroom... just open the window afterwards.” “Tom... Please.'' “Sorry. Man joke.” “I have a bladder that can hold back more water than the Hoover dam.” Linda stared down at her red toe-peep shoes. She pointed accusingly. “I was rushing to my car this morning, and scuffed my shoe on a curb... almost sent me flying.” “What are you like? You only bought them a month ago.” “I’m going out with a client for lunch. I need something chic, yet formal.” “Colour?” Linda placed her hand on her wide hips. “How long have you known me?” “Five years... do you want the numbers of days?” “You’re such a cutie.” Linda stroked my chin, sending me into a near paralysis. “Bring me everything you have in our favourite colour.” My shop isn’t big. Its thirty feet wide and less than fifty feet deep, I have fifty shoes on feature stands, and one hundred and fifty on racks. So you would not be surprised that even my loyal customers only spend ten minutes inside, and that’s including the compulsory five minute chat. But Linda comes in and stays until I shut at six. That’s a whole forty five minutes. My heart races when she is around, more so when we are alone in the shop. When it’s just the two of us, I’ve often thought of kissing her sweet lips. But lack the courage to do so. Linda must know it too. In fact I’m ...