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Shoe Cumming Stories: myturn
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tastyshoes
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Sat, Sep 06, 2008 17:41:40
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True story. I work at an airport mini-market part-time, and I pretty much get my fill of tourist/traveler feet on a weekly basis. Today, however, was one of those "Dear Penthouse Forum" days. Or, "Dear Leg Show," in our case, brothers.
Near closing time, a tanned 30-something wifey brunette came clip-clopping into the store. Just from the sound of her bare feet smacking against the soles of her black leather sandals, I knew she was going to be a foot tease. Sometimes you can just tell. Anyways, wifey was kind of meaty -- not really fat, but carrying that extra layer of thickness like Britney Spears. Hammy. No stranger to a bag of Cheetos. And she was barelegged, in black shorts, wearing a "hey look at my titties" tee which, of course, I obeyed. Once she was in the store proper, I greeted her, and she replied.
A "hello" and a "hi" were the only words exchanged.
She sandal-smacked around the store for a bit, driving me crazy, making me stiff. It's a really small store, and I'm the only clerk. In scenarios like this, especially near closing time, I have absolutely no shame -- I'll ogle down at a customer's feet while she's busy browsing the magazines. Wifey was different. She sandal-smacked over to the greeting cards, which put her only a few feet away from where I sat behind the register, and -- bonus -- where my lap was visible to her as I sat in my chair. My dick was hard. She made it even harder by just standing there, her eyes on the greeting cards; my eyes on her curvy, meaty-thick-but-not-fat-thick feet. Suddenly, it dawned upon me that this woman was going to let me stare at her. Ogle her. I mean, shamelessly objectify her beefy little tits, her bare tanned legs, her plump-maybe-bush-but-mostly-likely-meat-
curtains-camel-toe -- and, of course, her feet.
So I did. For several balls-aching minutes, I gazed directly down at this woman's feet while she stood pretending to read greeting cards. I say "pretend" because there was no way she didn't see me staring at her feet. In fact, the longer it went on, the bolder I became. I started looking up from her feet, her legs, her shorts, her tits, and directly up at her face. This was one of those rare moments when a lucky voyeur meets a casual exhibitionist. Not a girls-gone-wild titty flasher, but one of those women who'll catch you glancing between her slightly open legs while she's sitting across from you in the library and then not close her legs. Maybe spread them, if you're really lucky, but she won't close them. Lucky voyeur meets casual exhibitionist. Airports, libraries, coffee shops, and book stores are rife with them. Sometimes. If you're lucky.
Anyways, once I started staring at wifey's face without her giving me the evil eye (she never made eye contact, just pretended to read), I decided to take it to that other level. No other customers were in the store. She began slipping her left foot in and out of her black leather sandal with a moist, slicky sticky sound. I swiveled in my chair, sitting behind the register so that my crotch was now facing her (I was eye-level with her midriff). I didn't touch my dick. Instead, I shifted my thighs so that my hard-on poked straight up from my pants. Slack pants, baggy enough for about nine inches of obvious dick meat to bulge directly towards this foot-teasing wifey's face. She just stood there, occasionally glancing down at my dick, playing and rubbing and slipping and sliding her bare feet in and out and around those sticky, slicky (and probably stinky) fuck-me sandals.
Pre-cum oozed up out of my shaft to the point where it looked like I had shot off in my khakis. I was on my knees, bending down to sniff at my customer's leathery-perfumy feet stink, licking between those wet little toes, up and down those buttery, tender arches -- sinking my teeth slightly into the meat of her juicy, pink heels. I fantasized that I pulled my dick out and lifted up her sweaty left foot, still (smack!) moist in its sandal. Warm, sweaty shoe pussy, I fucked -- the greasy pink hole between her shoe and her arch -- stabbing, poking, and shoving my fat swollen cock in and out while she stood there, still pretending to read greeting cards, her face stupid with the knowledge that she was letting a stranger use her feet to jerk off in public. I fantasized that I leaned over and sniffed her pussy through her shorts. Her pussy smelled hot, and I instantly spurted a thick rope of cum between her black leather sandals and her soft pink feet. She wiggled her toes, and I spurted three more ropes of cum. My eyes watered. Her pussy stink was so strong that I started fucking the tiny little sand grains stuck between the sole of her creamy white foot and her sperm-squishy sandals. Guiltily, I imagined her son using mommy's shoes to squeeze up cum from his prick. The scratching sensation of the sand, meanwhile, rubbed out another wad of working class dick-snot all over my customer's toes. She slipped off her left sandal and lifted it up to her nostrils, sniffing at the hanging lump of spunk. I fantasized that she glued it back onto her left foot and sandal-smacked my cum around the store until I was hard again and ready to sandal-fuck her right shoe pussy. I got hard again fantasizing that her son routinely shares mommy's shoes with his schoolmates. They circle jerk to the stink of her feet, and her feet stink whenever she shops in black leather sandals.
I fantasized that she walked out of the store -- looking like she'd stepped into a puddle full of long-haul trucker cum -- ropes and threads of a stranger's dick-snot bridging the slaps between her shoes and her stinky little brunette wifey feet.
But that's just a fantasy, of course.
Reality ended when some jughead came into the store asking about Tic Tacs. The spell broke, and she strolled away, and my hard-on tried to follow her, but alas...
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Spikes
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Sat, Sep 06, 2008 19:05:52 |
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Great story....well written. You should save it in your blog section.
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