Chapter 6: Shoe Shopping

We passed by a new shoe store that had recently opened when I noticed Kristen giving it an extra glance so I asked her if she wanted to go in and look around. She nodded and so we went inside. It was actually a new family shoe store with only a limited supply of high heels so we probably would’ve left quickly had it not been for the sole clerk in the store. He looked to be the same age as Michael but he was as opposite otherwise as you could get. Skinny as a rail and with a terrible haircut (it looked like some ‘mom with scissors” project), he looked like a stereotypical geek. Surprisingly, for someone working in sales he appeared to be quite shy but of course, it could have been he was a bit intimidated by us. Judging from the shoe styles I doubted that many of his customers came in looking like Kristen and me, probably more overweight soccer moms dragging in the kiddies. That said, all in all, he was the perfect target for us today!

Kristen quickly found a pair of heels and walked slowly over to the guy, asking him if he had a pair in her size. He asked what size she wore and she shrugged, telling him that he would need to measure her foot. The poor guy looked totally flustered at this point but he eventually found a measuring tool and set it down on the floor in front of her. He had to kneel down and position her stocking covered foot in it and it was like he was touching a hot brand when he held her ankle.

He was biting his lip and I noticed he was looking at her legs the whole time but trying hard not to let her notice. How typical! For some WEIRD reason guys always think they can look at girls without them knowing it. The real truth is the only time a girls doesn’t notice is when she doesn’t WANT him to know she has noticed - if that makes any sense!

The clerk told Kristen to wait a second and he would be right back. As soon as he was out of sight Kristen looked at me and giggled.

“Poor guy,” she said, pushing her foot back in her shoe, “I wonder if he’s touching himself back there now? Did you see the hard-on he was getting?”

I sat down in the chair next to her, crossing my legs to let my skirt ride up high on my ass. Looking at my cousin, I gave her my wicked smile and said, “Well, the way you were coming on to him, it’s a wonder he didn’t cum in his pants right then and there! Hurry up, he’ll be back any second and you still need to take your thong off.”

Kristen didn’t even hesitate. One thing I loved about her, she never needed to be asked twice to take off something she was wearing! There was nobody else in the store and we were in the back away from the entrance so she quickly slid her thong down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She reached down to pick them off the carpeted floor and handed them to me. Feeling the urge to do something naughty, I held them to my nose and I could smell her wetness. Oh yeah, the girl was horny all right!

“Oh Kelly, you are soooooo bad. Put those away you naughty girl!” she hissed at me.

I just grinned back at her and slid them under me just in time as he was on his way back with several boxes piled high in his arms.

“Do you need me to sit down?” she asked him innocently.

The boy cleared his throat and nodded. For a salesman, he certainly didn’t seem to have much to say! Kristen sat down with her legs tight together, holding out her right foot for him like Cinderella waiting for her silver slipper. Her skirt was riding high up in her lap now and the only thing hiding her bare pussy from view was her thighs clamped tightly together. The guy kneeled down in front of her, grabbed her foot and tried to remove her shoe. It should’ve just slipped off but he was so nervous he couldn’t seem to grab onto it. Finally it popped off, leaving just her anklet on. He picked up the heel but Kristen interrupted him.

“Ummmmm, Brian ... I can’t try on heels with my socks on.”

By the way, my cousin isn’t clairvoyant - his name was on an engraved badge pinned to his shirt pocket. Poor Brian didn’t seem to know what to do so I helped out by going over to the checkout counter and grabbing a pair of disposable nylon socks.

“Here you go Brian,” I said softly as I handed them to him, “Isn’t that what these are for?”

The poor kid was flustered now and his face was turning red at having forgotten about the disposable socks that every store has out for women when they try on shoes. He started to hand them to Kristen but she just sat back in the chair with her arms folded over her chest.

“I’d rather have you put them on Brian ... is that OK?”

What was he supposed to say, no? I wondered if anyone had ever asked him to put them on for them before - probably not but there was a first time for everything. Kristen raised her foot up and Brian gingerly pulled her anklet off. The he fumbled with the nylon, obviously never having had any experience with one before.

“You have nice hands Brian,” Kristen purred, “I bet you give a great foot massage.”

Brian just stuttered a bit and kept fumbling with the nylon. Kristen kept up the patter... “Did you know that I love it when a guy plays with my feet?” Kristen murmured in a low voice.