“Just slip your foot in and I’ll clasp the strap,” she said, peering up at me through dark lashes
With my knee bent this way I knew she could see straight up my dress. I was glad I’d waxed and had on a pair of sexy panties. Her hands ran over my ankles as she fitted the strap around it. They lingered longer than necessary and then she indicated I should place the other foot on her lap.
Leaving my leg open I said, “Looks good don’t you think?”
I knew she’d be looking up my dress at that moment and not at my foot, so I quickly glanced down at her face. Sure enough, her eyes were glued on me.
“Looks really good. I’ll just get that little stool to sit on,” she said, scooting away.
I loved to take chances and watched her scurry away from me wondering if I was reading her correctly. I glanced around the shop. Still empty. Just me and her. With any luck this might turn out to be more than just an interesting purchase.
Seated on the stool she was a fraction lower than me in height. She had her legs spread, knees up and I was pretty sure she wasn’t wearing underwear. She picked up my other foot and placed it straight under her skirt. I pretended I didn’t notice but there was no mistaking the crinkly feel of her pubic hair as my toes wiggled beneath the material of her skirt.
She opened her legs wider and my big toe slipped in between her fat pussy flaps.
“Hmm, that’s nice,” I said.
“Isn’t it though,” she smiled.
She held my foot flat against her pussy. My toes were burning as she ground it hard against her. I pressed into her and was pretty sure I felt the nub of her clit, hard against my foot as I flattened it against her. I pulled my foot downwards trying to grab hold of her flaps with my toes.
We stared hard at each other and I saw her eyes glaze over, her breathing labored as passion took hold.
“I always think it’s nice to offer a foot massage as well. Would you like one?” she asked breathlessly.
“Yeah, that would be great,” I said, wondering what she was going to do.
“I like to moisten the skin first,” she purred, her eyes flickering towards the front door.
Kicking away the stool, she straddled my foot, kneeling down on the floor. She began to ride it like a dog does your leg only she was rubbing her naked pussy over my foot, slipping forward so my toes hit up against her arse cheeks.
It felt great. It was something I never would have thought of doing.
“Nice,” she whispered.
“Oh, yeah,” I said, watching her lick her lips, her tongue deliberately straying over the bottom one longer than necessary.
She was so wet, and it was so kinky.
“I also like to give a calf massage,” she muttered as her hands slid up to massage my leg. “Even the thigh. Do you think yours needs some attention?”
I could only nod.
Her fingers kneaded the flesh and my toes wiggled around, trying to rub around her puckered hole. She was smiling at me and shifted her position a fraction, so my toes did indeed rub up and down the crack of her arse.
I could barely speak. I was so turned on as her fingers worked their way to the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my panties. She fiddled at the crotch, pulling at the elastic, inching it away from me and then her fingers slipped inside to tug at the material, pushing it aside so she could see my snatch.
She breathed in deeply as though taking in my scent. I was so hot I can tell you. Being in this shop with her, a complete stranger, with the possibility of someone, anyone walking through that door was mind blowing and highly erotic.
I slid half off the chair. She was fantastic. Her fingers sliding up and down my slit while her pussy rubbed its juices over my foot and ankle.
“I always think it’s a good idea to look after feet, don’t you?”
The way she was talking you never would have known what she was doing.
“Yeah, sure. Why not?” I was overcome with passion, oblivious to everything else until she removed her hand from me. Some potential customers were looking at some shoes in the window. I eyed her watching them and as soon as they moved off, she lifted my foot to her mouth. She fluttered her lips over my foot, lightly kissing every inch, lingering over the tender, ticklish area of the instep and the whole time staring back at me through her long dark lashes.