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Our ...... turn takes us onto a long street, full of businesses and stores, and she motions for me to continue driving down the street. Before too long she signals for me to hang a right into a store parking lot. The sign over the door reads All About D and I ask her what D stands for. “You’re a smart guy, I’m sure you will figure it out,” she comes back with. I open the door for her, once again admiring the view and her scent as she walks by me, and as we enter I see a wall of women’s footwear: all the colours of the rainbow, high and low heels, primarily extremely high though, shoes and boots, pretty much whatever you could think of, and then some. “I’m looking for something new for tonight,” she says as she saunters over to start browsing, “and I would love your opinion on how they look on me.” How could I resist? As she looks and handles the shoes, wondering what ones would look good on her, my mind wanders to how she would look in them too ….. I wonder if we are thinking along the same lines? She steals glances at me from time to time. I bet she is trying to gauge my level of interest and how long she can draw this out. She is in for a surprise if she thinks I will get bored of this as it’s fuel for the mind. She asks the woman working there if they have her size in the footwear she has selected, she says they do and goes to get them so she can try them on. While we are waiting she saunters over to me and presses up against me. “What’s going through your mind right now?” she laughs to me. “Just enjoying the view.” The saleswoman comes back with the footwear and we go to the back of the store so she can try them on. She starts with a pair of black high heel shoes that show off her legs and ass wonderfully, which I am quick to tell her. Her smile is all the answer I get but it speaks volumes. She moves on to a blue pair, then white, and then purple. All have the same effect on both of us. They draw the eyes downward ……. and then slowly up her legs for me as she stands there examining herself in the full length mirror provided. Her confidence level seems to grow as she slips into each pair, knowing the effect they are having on me as I see her stealing glances of me in the reflection of the mirror.       Next she tries on a few pair of thigh high black leather<b> boots. </font></b>Watching her glide into them, I imagine my hands sliding over them, feeling the coldness of the leather as I slowly go up them towards the top of them.  The red<b> boots </font></b>she tries on next make me think of Christmas and how much fun it would be to unwrap her.  Her voice brings me back to reality as she asks me which ones I like more.  “They are all sexy and look great on you but if I had to pick one pair it would be the black<b> boots </font></b>……….. but I’ll need a bigger size since my feet are bigger than yours.” “Smart ass!” she fires back at me, ‘but seriously, which ones?” “The black<b> boots </font></b>and the purple shoes would be my picks for you but it is more important that you pick the ones that you like,” I say. “I liked the black<b> boots </font></b>too and while I think the purple ones are sexy, I think I’m going to go with the red shoes.” “Hard to make a wrong choice though” I say, to which she agrees. We take her choices up to the counter, as well as the ones she is not going to buy, and she pays for them. She engages in a little small talk with the saleswoman, who compliments her on her selections. A little part of me is thinking that the saleswoman says that to all the people who buy things in the store, but the greater part of me is wondering where our day will take us next. She did say she needed the footwear for tonight, which has my mind bouncing around with ideas ……most of the naughty. As we make our way back to the care, she leans into me and purrs, ‘thank you for letting me model for you and for your opinion, I trust it wasn’t too boring for you.” “Boring? I loved every minute of it”. “Good, because we are not finished yet,” she says as she pours herself into the car. I can’t help but smile as I move around the front of the car to continue our journey.  Drop in and visit my blog sometime, but you'll probably regret it  |
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11/15/2015 8:48 am |
You're a very sensual woman. Want to chat sometime soon? Send me an e-mail at shavedsmooththick at gmail.com. Looking forward to our chat - Matt
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