Random Snapshots - #2
Alexa was one of those women who was always used to getting what she wanted. She was a beautiful woman with a classic physique. She was 5'8" tall, blonde, hourglass figure with large C cup to small D cup tits, a perfect ass to go with them, long, slender legs, high cheek bones, large, round, blue eyes, and a smile that lit up the room when she entered. She was also intelligent, but that was not what opened doors for her. It was her looks. She was a favorite as a student from high school through college and was groomed for the best job opportunities and had her choice of offers. She turned down modeling options because she did not like the men pawing at her and fawning over her. She liked attention, but she wanted it when she wanted it. And when she wanted it, she got it. In addition to having the best job options, she also had her choice of any man she wanted, married or single. She usually was not concerned about their marital status.
After work one evening, still dressed for success in her role as a marketing manager, Alexa stopped downtown to do some shopping. She was wearing a very flattering black skirt that stopped about three inches above the knee, and an electric blue blouse. She was in the mood for getting some attention, so before leaving the office, she had gone to the ladies room and removed her panties and her bra, thinking she might give a few guys some boners, especially if she flashed them a little waxed pussy while trying on some shoes. She wore no nylons and 4" spiked heels that matched her top, which buttoned down the front and fit snuggly about her torso.
As she meandered from one store to another, she noticed as men noticed her. One nearly walked into a street pole because he was staring at her instead of where he was going. She snickered as he caught himself just before disaster. Finally, tired of just wandering around for the sake of stares, she walked into a shoe store and began to look at a variety of spring sandals. She wanted something with a bit of a heel to highlight her legs, but she also wanted something light and dainty looking. A young man, appearing to be possibly 30, approached her and asked if he could assist in some way. He was well above average in looks, stood at 6'2", dark hair, brown eyes, moderately athletic build and a pleasant face that gave off no hint that he was a schemer looking for an easy lay or so innocent the other way that he wouldn't know a flirt if she sucked his cock through his pants. He was just the type she liked to fuck with when she was in the mood for attention.
"Is there something I can help you find?" he asked politely and professionally.
"Hi, yes. I am looking for some spring sandals, but I want something with a bit of height in the heel." Alexa said, obviously looking him over and assessing the quality of her target.
"Sure, what size do you need?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. Sizes vary so widely. Maybe you should measure me before we get started. She thought he would get one of those trays with the adjustable width and length slides, forcing him to kneel and handle her foot.
"Good idea. Step over here and we will get you measured."
He led her to something that looked like a bathroom scale, asked her to remove her shoes and step up on the pad. He pressed a button as she stepped on it barefoot and a screen on the wall displayed the calculated shoe size. Disappointed, she stepped off and had to consider plan B. The salesman led her to a section that had several pair for her to choose from and she selected three pair that she wanted to try on.
"It's been a long day and my feet are tired. Would you mind too much helping me with these?" she asked coyly.
"Not at all," the young man said, as he knelt on a short bench with an incline in front of it to rest the customer's foot as the shoe was slipped on. He grasped her ankle with one hand and slid the shoe on with the other. He carefully adjusted the strap for a snug but comfortable fit and asked her to stand and tell him what she thought of the fit and the look.
"I think it looks great. What do you think?" she asked modeling for him.
"It flatters your feet and your legs. It has the spring, carefree look, yet would still be appropriate for the office if you chose to wear them to work."
"Thanks, now help me please with the next pair. I want to be sure."
This time, she discretely hiked her skirt a few inches to give him a clear shot of her pussy lips, which were now slightly swollen with the arousal of getting ready to flash her target. The young salesman certainly saw what she had put on display, but made sure not to react.
He fitted the second shoe style and stole another glance between her legs.
"This was also does a great job of accentuating your feet and will probably do the same for your legs when you stand, although they may not be as comfortable as the first pair."
"You seem to be concerned with my feet." she said, teasing him a bit. "Is it true that you shoe salesmen have foot fetishes?"
"I don't know about anyone else, but I don't personally. I mean, you have attractive feet, but I don't have a thing for feet in general. I see so many of them, though, that I know a beautiful foot when I see one." All the while, the young man maintained his professionalism and objectivity as he continued to focus on her fitting.
"Well, it looks like something tickled your hot button, from the looks of the bulge under your belt." Alexa was pushing him a bit now, but he was unfazed.
"That was there before you arrived, ma'am. That's just me at rest." he said with an even gaze that frustrated her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never thought of this, but are you gay?"
"No ma'am. And I have to say, the flash you shot me while I was fitting you certainly tested my self control."
"Hmm. That's good to know. Now, question for you: can you assist with something other than shoes? Say, I don't know, a top in the fitting room?"
"Not supposed to accompany shoppers in the fitting area. And there are other sales people to help you with other clothing items and accessories. I just fit and sell shoes, ma'am."
"That's a shame. Well, I don't care what that damned machine says, I think I need a half size larger in both pairs. Can you find them for me?"
"Sure, I just need to step back into the stock room and see if I can find them."
He walked away and when she saw where he went, she looked around and followed him through the doorway. It was dimly lit and she had to follow the sound of him humming as he looked. Just has she turned the corner, the salesman grabbed her, slid his hands up her skirt and played with her bare ass as he kissed her hard on the lips. She thought about struggling, but instead grabbed his crotch to find a very large and very hard cock. Her breath quickened and she kissed back, working to unzip and unleash the clothed cock in her hand.
The salesman's hands were now above her waist and groping her firm tits. He unbuttoned the top three buttons and slid his hands in to feel the bare flesh and hardening nipples. She had freed his cock and pulling hard on it. He lifted her up, pinned her against the wall, and she guided him to her wet, hungry pussy, where he plunged his rod in a couple of quick, deft strokes that buried it all the way inside her. It was all she could do not to get loud with her moans of pleasure. Although she had not planned to get fucked - and she even considered resisting for a moment - she decided there were far worse ways to spend an evening after work.
He grunted as he drove his cock inside her and then pulled back. Repeating with determination to fuck her to orgasm as well as himself. He was going to fill this arrogant bitch with cum even if it cost him his job. He could tell what she was when she came through the door. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight, fucking him back with as much energy as he was giving her. He could feel the walls of her pussy clamping and releasing with each stroke, the velvety coarseness of her inner being stimulating his cock with every move. She wanted him to put her down and take her from behind, but he continued just as he had started. In an area that was already poorly lit, it got darker as she lost control, closed her eyes and gave into the orgasm that had been building from the first stroke. He put his hand over her mouth so as to not arouse suspicion in the store and continued to fuck her hard with the hunger of a man needing to cum more than anything in the world. She was panting now and began to ask him to stop, but he was not done. He felt the beginnings of an eruption boiling in him down deep. She said she would finish him off with her mouth, but didn't want him to cum inside her. He did not relent. Just as he was on the very edge, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching. He launched his cum in hot spurt after hot spurt deep in her pussy and the feel of his throbbing cock inside her nearly pushed over the edge for a second time.
The two stood there, actually he stood there, with her still impaled on his shaft and her legs wrapped around him, until the footsteps quietly faded away. Then he let her down. As she wiped the trail of cum that flowed down her inner thighs to her knees, she didn't know whether to be pissed at him for cumming inside her or to ask him over to her apartment for another round. After all, he WAS a good fuck! She chose to invite him over after he got off work.
As he walked her back out to the sales floor, they passed a saleswoman who had been looking for shoes several shelves over in the stock room.
"I see you nailed another one to the wall. That's getting to be a habit with you, isn't it Joe?"
After work one evening, still dressed for success in her role as a marketing manager, Alexa stopped downtown to do some shopping. She was wearing a very flattering black skirt that stopped about three inches above the knee, and an electric blue blouse. She was in the mood for getting some attention, so before leaving the office, she had gone to the ladies room and removed her panties and her bra, thinking she might give a few guys some boners, especially if she flashed them a little waxed pussy while trying on some shoes. She wore no nylons and 4" spiked heels that matched her top, which buttoned down the front and fit snuggly about her torso.
As she meandered from one store to another, she noticed as men noticed her. One nearly walked into a street pole because he was staring at her instead of where he was going. She snickered as he caught himself just before disaster. Finally, tired of just wandering around for the sake of stares, she walked into a shoe store and began to look at a variety of spring sandals. She wanted something with a bit of a heel to highlight her legs, but she also wanted something light and dainty looking. A young man, appearing to be possibly 30, approached her and asked if he could assist in some way. He was well above average in looks, stood at 6'2", dark hair, brown eyes, moderately athletic build and a pleasant face that gave off no hint that he was a schemer looking for an easy lay or so innocent the other way that he wouldn't know a flirt if she sucked his cock through his pants. He was just the type she liked to fuck with when she was in the mood for attention.
"Is there something I can help you find?" he asked politely and professionally.
"Hi, yes. I am looking for some spring sandals, but I want something with a bit of height in the heel." Alexa said, obviously looking him over and assessing the quality of her target.
"Sure, what size do you need?" he asked.
"I'm not sure. Sizes vary so widely. Maybe you should measure me before we get started. She thought he would get one of those trays with the adjustable width and length slides, forcing him to kneel and handle her foot.
"Good idea. Step over here and we will get you measured."
He led her to something that looked like a bathroom scale, asked her to remove her shoes and step up on the pad. He pressed a button as she stepped on it barefoot and a screen on the wall displayed the calculated shoe size. Disappointed, she stepped off and had to consider plan B. The salesman led her to a section that had several pair for her to choose from and she selected three pair that she wanted to try on.
"It's been a long day and my feet are tired. Would you mind too much helping me with these?" she asked coyly.
"Not at all," the young man said, as he knelt on a short bench with an incline in front of it to rest the customer's foot as the shoe was slipped on. He grasped her ankle with one hand and slid the shoe on with the other. He carefully adjusted the strap for a snug but comfortable fit and asked her to stand and tell him what she thought of the fit and the look.
"I think it looks great. What do you think?" she asked modeling for him.
"It flatters your feet and your legs. It has the spring, carefree look, yet would still be appropriate for the office if you chose to wear them to work."
"Thanks, now help me please with the next pair. I want to be sure."
This time, she discretely hiked her skirt a few inches to give him a clear shot of her pussy lips, which were now slightly swollen with the arousal of getting ready to flash her target. The young salesman certainly saw what she had put on display, but made sure not to react.
He fitted the second shoe style and stole another glance between her legs.
"This was also does a great job of accentuating your feet and will probably do the same for your legs when you stand, although they may not be as comfortable as the first pair."
"You seem to be concerned with my feet." she said, teasing him a bit. "Is it true that you shoe salesmen have foot fetishes?"
"I don't know about anyone else, but I don't personally. I mean, you have attractive feet, but I don't have a thing for feet in general. I see so many of them, though, that I know a beautiful foot when I see one." All the while, the young man maintained his professionalism and objectivity as he continued to focus on her fitting.
"Well, it looks like something tickled your hot button, from the looks of the bulge under your belt." Alexa was pushing him a bit now, but he was unfazed.
"That was there before you arrived, ma'am. That's just me at rest." he said with an even gaze that frustrated her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I never thought of this, but are you gay?"
"No ma'am. And I have to say, the flash you shot me while I was fitting you certainly tested my self control."
"Hmm. That's good to know. Now, question for you: can you assist with something other than shoes? Say, I don't know, a top in the fitting room?"
"Not supposed to accompany shoppers in the fitting area. And there are other sales people to help you with other clothing items and accessories. I just fit and sell shoes, ma'am."
"That's a shame. Well, I don't care what that damned machine says, I think I need a half size larger in both pairs. Can you find them for me?"
"Sure, I just need to step back into the stock room and see if I can find them."
He walked away and when she saw where he went, she looked around and followed him through the doorway. It was dimly lit and she had to follow the sound of him humming as he looked. Just has she turned the corner, the salesman grabbed her, slid his hands up her skirt and played with her bare ass as he kissed her hard on the lips. She thought about struggling, but instead grabbed his crotch to find a very large and very hard cock. Her breath quickened and she kissed back, working to unzip and unleash the clothed cock in her hand.
The salesman's hands were now above her waist and groping her firm tits. He unbuttoned the top three buttons and slid his hands in to feel the bare flesh and hardening nipples. She had freed his cock and pulling hard on it. He lifted her up, pinned her against the wall, and she guided him to her wet, hungry pussy, where he plunged his rod in a couple of quick, deft strokes that buried it all the way inside her. It was all she could do not to get loud with her moans of pleasure. Although she had not planned to get fucked - and she even considered resisting for a moment - she decided there were far worse ways to spend an evening after work.
He grunted as he drove his cock inside her and then pulled back. Repeating with determination to fuck her to orgasm as well as himself. He was going to fill this arrogant bitch with cum even if it cost him his job. He could tell what she was when she came through the door. She wrapped her legs around him and held on tight, fucking him back with as much energy as he was giving her. He could feel the walls of her pussy clamping and releasing with each stroke, the velvety coarseness of her inner being stimulating his cock with every move. She wanted him to put her down and take her from behind, but he continued just as he had started. In an area that was already poorly lit, it got darker as she lost control, closed her eyes and gave into the orgasm that had been building from the first stroke. He put his hand over her mouth so as to not arouse suspicion in the store and continued to fuck her hard with the hunger of a man needing to cum more than anything in the world. She was panting now and began to ask him to stop, but he was not done. He felt the beginnings of an eruption boiling in him down deep. She said she would finish him off with her mouth, but didn't want him to cum inside her. He did not relent. Just as he was on the very edge, the sound of footsteps could be heard approaching. He launched his cum in hot spurt after hot spurt deep in her pussy and the feel of his throbbing cock inside her nearly pushed over the edge for a second time.
The two stood there, actually he stood there, with her still impaled on his shaft and her legs wrapped around him, until the footsteps quietly faded away. Then he let her down. As she wiped the trail of cum that flowed down her inner thighs to her knees, she didn't know whether to be pissed at him for cumming inside her or to ask him over to her apartment for another round. After all, he WAS a good fuck! She chose to invite him over after he got off work.
As he walked her back out to the sales floor, they passed a saleswoman who had been looking for shoes several shelves over in the stock room.
"I see you nailed another one to the wall. That's getting to be a habit with you, isn't it Joe?"
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