Five (5) Short Stories by Pia - Sex Stories

Five (5) Short Stories by Pia

... respond to my actions I walked into the shop and saw the man's mouth fall open. 'Can I be of assistance', he said falteringly, his eyes running over me non stop, he was clearly excited. 'Good', I thought, 'it's now or never'. 'I would like to try on those boots in the window', I said, and sat down in the chair, 'Which boot Miss', he replied, 'we have many displayed'? I put my satchel down and walked over to where he stood at the window, and pointed to them, my heart was pounding. We both turned away from the window and he walked towards the door leading to the back room, 'What size are you Miss', he paused as an after thought. I removed one off my sandles and read out loud, 'Six, EU', he smiled and went through the door. I looked down at my legs, well exposed and riding high on the thighs, suddenly he returned with a box, 'They just arrived yesterday, he said, smiling as he approached, his eyes fixed firmly on my exposed thighs. He knelt down in front of my legs, 'Would you mind if I put a sock on your foot', he asked thickly, 'just to protect the inner from sweat', he exclaimed. I told him it was OK by me, and he got up and went to the rack and took of a packet with fishnet stockings in it. I blinked repeatedly, then smiled, 'I thought you meant ankle socks'? 'This is a ladies shop only', he replied as he opened and removed the stockings, and handed them to me. I got up and went behind the curtain where there was a full length mirror, and I put them on, my first ever pair ...

... of stockings, 'Did this man know I was a girl? I hiked my dress up and saw the full extent of wearing stockings against my milky white legs, and hairless crotch, I felt myself wetting. I went back and say down, 'You suit stockings with a nice mesh', he said, and I felt myself blushing. 'Now we shall see how the boots set them off', and he took hold of my slim ankle and pulled my leg upwards, we both could see the stocking tops as my dress was too high. 'You have great legs, you should show more when you feel comfortable', he complimented me, as he slipped my foot into the soft leather sole, and as he did so, made sure my thighs were open. He placed his hand on my knee as he zippered up the boot, the heat leaving an imaginary imprint, and as the zipper neared its end, his hand slipped up my thigh, without protest. I felt both sick in the stomach, and empty in my crotch, feeling my labia grasping at air. 'Shall I put the other one on so you can see the effect'? I nodded, suddenly too weak to even try to close my legs together, he took my other foot and repeated the same process, driving me wild with lust. He looked from my crotch to my eyes, he face frozen, seeing a girls cunt swollen and oozing, pinks and reds, milky white and black meshed stockings, 'You look very ripe indeed', he said quietly and his voice like treacle. 'How would you like to pay for them'? I never really answered him, his hands were on my stockings and inching under my dress, minutes later I could feel his ...