Sarah's Hot Heels

Sarah liked shoes. Heels, in particular. She liked feeling taller than her 5'4" unadorned height. She also liked how heels gave her legs that tapered, extended look.
Sarah felt powerful in heels. Maybe it was some subconcious, subliminal message her brain got when she knew men were watching her strut? Maybe it was that outward confidence that came from other people's admiring glances as her hips rolled suggestively under her preferred tight, short skirts? How her body arched gracefully and how she held her head, shoulder length jet black hair flowing in the draft of her gait?
Sarah never really gave it that much thought, but she had become very conscious of her preferred styles, and the feel of quality shoes on her feet was definitely symbolic of her desire to stamp herself in the memory of any man who admired her looks and her sexuality and her self confidence.
She worked hard, she'd committed herself to achievement and success and she was enjoying the trappings of single life in her 30's and making her mark on the world.
It was late to be shopping for shoes on a Friday, but it had been a long day in the office, then a couple of drinks to send off a leaving colleague had Sarah feeling pretty bold.
She swung her legs out of her BMW and strode seductively as ever into her favourite shop. The guy who owned the shop was there, as ever. Being late he was alone, his part time assistant had left an hour ago, and he looked up from his paperwork as the bell above the door clinked as Sarah walked in.
"Lovely to see you again, Sarah."
Sarah loved that he used her name, that he remembered her as one of his better customers and gave her friendly, but valued VIP status whenever she came in.
"Hi Paul. Sorry it's late."
"It's never too late for you Sarah. How can I help?"
She hadn't ever noticed before, but was she getting vibes of something more than "valued regular customer" from Paul?
He was handsome, and she had to admit she liked his smile and confident air whenever he'd fitted shoes for her. His hands were expert at slipping exquisite Italian and German leather over her toes, how he easily fastened buckles and straps, and he had excellent taste.
"I'd like something bright. To wear with black tights, maybe red or pink?" Sarah smiled.
He strode directly to the wall displays opposite, and lifted down a stunning pair of scarlet red patent sandals with a curved, sculpted heel. So high. Exactly her style.
"Something like these?"
"Oh, god they're adorable!"
"Sit, let's try them on" he gestured to the fitting chair beside where Sarah stood, as she turned the beautiful shoes around in her hands, admiring every angle.
She sat and as she reached down to undo the pair she had on, her fingers brushed Paul's. He was kneeling, already lifting her foot, gently but expertly slipping her black closed toe "work shoes" off.
"Am I imagining that his eyes lingered on my leg a bit longer than normal?" thought Sarah. She definitely wasn't imagining how he supported her foot by holding her calf and she felt a twinge as his hand held her lower leg. She could smell his after shave as she leant slightly forward to look down as he slipped the suggested, suggestive red beauties on to her feet. He fastened the slash back strap around her ankle. "How does that feel?"
"The shoes feel great, your hands even better," Sarah thought to herself. She had to admit she was attracted to him. He was sexy, dressed well, knew his stuff, sold her the objects of her desire.
She walked around the shop a bit, as he suggested, to get a better feel. She was ultra aware of his gaze. She was starting to feel a bit hot, maybe it was the wines, maybe it was the temperature in his shop?
She admired the shoes in the perfectly angled low mirror.
"I love them," she said, turning to catch him....adjusting himself, his hand quickly brushing across his groin and then dropping to his side. Did she really see that? They both paused briefly. Was he embarrassed? She looked at his eyes. Nope.
Sarah was suddenly horny as hell.
So, it would appear, was Paul. He started to ask if she'd like them boxed up when he realised she was staring directly at his bulge, and it continued to grow, the material of his pants unable to hide his increasing demonstration of desire for her.
Surrounded by the delectable displays of her favourite things, Sarah knew she needed satisfaction. Now.
Paul sensed it. He walked over & locked the shop door, opened the switchboard and flicked off most of the lights.
"Why, ah, why don't you come out into the other room, Sarah?" he gestured towards the curtain that seperated the front and back of the shop. "I have another special pair to show you." Smiling. Eyes twinkling.
Sarah followed him through the curtain. Ceiling high racks of shoe boxes, accessible by a sliding ladder. Another chair. He held her by the arm and firmly, but with the same expert touch as fitting her shoes, guided her to sit. He knelt again and slid off the ruby red stunners. He left her left foot resting in his lap. As he reached across and produced a pair of blue closed toe, killer heel, pointy toes....
"Did he have them already waiting?" Sarah felt seduced. The sole of her foot rubbed against his erection through his pants.
He slid the blue ones on. Then his hands slid up her legs, lifting her right leg & crossing the left. He could see up under her skirt. She breathed hotly. His hand continuing to stroke across her skin, under her calf, the toe of her clad foot inches from his face. His lips brushing her instep, then his tongue. His hand climbing to her knee, then thigh.
Sarah tousling her hair with her hand, his fingers climbing, climbing.
His other hand undid his pants. His hard dick exposed, he licked slowly up her shin as he stroked his gorgeous dick.
Sarah panting. Her legs gliding apart as his fingers brushed her vulva through her tiny pants. He tugged, material slid aside, his fingers on her flesh, stroking, feeling, parting, slipping gently in, her hips lifting, his other hand now openly masturbating himself.
Then he stood, lifting her blouse, strong fingers holding her firm tits, circling her nipples.
Sarah panting, reaching out, grabbing his cock urgently.
They kissed passionately. Her panties sliding down, off.
His dick felt like concrete in her fingers. So hard. His hot breath on her neck, her shoulders, her hand stroking, his hand back at her pussy, faster movement now, pressure over her mound pulling her clit up and open to his touch.
He lifted her out of the chair, turned her and bent her forward. One leg lifted to rest on the chair. From this angle, behind her, he inserted his cock, sliding exquisitely into her slippery cunt.
They fucked each other, her grinding down on his every stroke. He reached around and his middle finger switched and played at her clit as his cock bumped repeatedly against her G.
She came, her hands gripping the arms of the chair as her head dropped forward, hair dangling around her face, a small bead of saliva dripping from her bottom lip as her mouth opened groaning and pulse after pulse of orgasmic waves drove through her pelvis and up her spine. Paul's hands gripped her hips, holding her gathered up skirt above her butt cheeks as he continued to plough steadily through her orgasm, Sarah's legs felt weak with the intensity of her pleasure.
Was it the spontaneous nature of their sudden attraction? Was it the heady smell of leather that surrounded her senses? Was it the secret, urgent, delicious naughtiness of giving herself up in such a wanton, flagrant way? Sarah wasn't sure what turned her on so much, but she fucking loved the delirious sensations it created.
Paul drove on until Sarah's breath started to subside back to normal. He seemed to grow even bigger in her.
Then he jerked out, his body in spasms as he held his dick and blasted cum over her raised foot, cum dripping off the blue leather onto the floor. Sarah watched him ejaculate over her foot & shoe, an image that would come to mind over and over when she masturbated in the weeks after this wild shoe shopping event.
Paul slumped beside her, his lips almost involuntarily mouthing her thigh as he regained composure and breath.

They embraced closely, each stunned at how quickly the whole thing had escalated. Sarah smiled at him. "I think I'll take the red ones," she whispered.