RED - Sex Stories

RED

... pretty certain she does... and plays on it. I’m not complaining. In no time at all Linda was surrounded with red shoes. Parading up and down in front of my shoe mirror, she set her heart on a simple closed toe red stiletto. I nodded. “Perfecto.” “I know... Thanks to you and your amazing shop.” “Thank my family back in Italy, you mean. Without them I wouldn't have the latest lines from Milan.” Linda smiled into the mirror as she lifted one shoe off the carpet. “You shouldn’t be so modest.” I had barely closed the till when Linda thrust her old shoes into my chest. “Be a dear.” “Yes?” “Please keep these for me, my client is waiting outside to pick me up, it wouldn’t be professional for me leave my shoes in his car... I’ll collect them on my next visit.” I couldn’t be happier. “Of course, Linda. Anything for you.” The stockroom was lit only by the security light. In the shadows I held the red toe-peep shoe up to my nose. Never before have I been able to fully appreciate one of Linda’s real shoes. I could still smell Linda’s scent and feel her warmth still on the soft leather inner-sole. Stroking my cock, I pictured her scarlet toes. Brushing my tongue along the sole of the shoe I got the bitter taste of heaven, my heaven. And that was enough to send me over the edge. Spilling my sad lonely self over the cold concrete. In the past I’ve wanked while holding shoes she has briefly worn in my shop, and I’ve often thought of splashing the shoe as a tribute to Linda. But I’m a ...

... business man first... and pervert second. These babes sell for a hundred and forty bucks. Conflict of Interests. As promised, Linda came to collect her shoes. I passed the box over the counter. ”There you go” “You’ve put them in a box?” “And repaired... free of cost.” It was the least I could do because I had been wanking incessantly about them. “Please, take them.” “No I insist... Tell me what I can do in return.” “No no, it’s fine. You just keep coming in here and spending your money.” “Well, thank you very much.” I smiled and tapped my fingers against my counter. “My pleasure.” “You know... we could go out sometime.” My heart exploded. “Yes.” “On a double date, me and Jack and you and your partner.” I hung my head and stared at my brown moccasins. “I’m a long term bachelor.” “Really? How come you’re not married, Tom?” “I never recovered from a broken heart when I was twenty.” “But that's like twen...” I glared at Linda. “Easy, Linda... fifteen years ago. I’ve had brief encounters, but nothing serious.” “Right. But still, you have to move on. Surely?” “I plan to, just need to find the right woman... What about you?” “Me?” “I mean, your relationship. You’ve been engaged for how long..?” “I know... five years.” Linda glanced at the floor. “He gets angry every time I mention the wedding.” “Oh.” “I’ve just sort of accepted the fact we are together... I mean, a wedding is just a materialistic thing anyway. Never mind the expense.” “Not a very womanly thing to say. I thought every girl ...