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My Favourite Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour I suppose. Then again, that’s ginger, or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense, I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once… I’m not totally crazy. My second great passion is feet. Women’s… of course. Preferably manicured, but I’m not going to turn my nose up at seeing the odd callus or patch of dry skin. In fact, I would merely try and educate the woman on caring for her precious feet. It’s a big gripe of mine that most people don’t give a second thought to their feet. Women in general think that painting their toe nails is more than enough podiatry care. I see it as my mission to get them to appreciate their feet as much as I do. So, after my rant you would probably expect me to be a podiatrist or chiropodist. Unfortunately, I didn’t receive a university education. But I did the next best thing. I own a shoe shop, and naturally I called it after my favourite colour… Red. It’s Friday, my favourite day of the week. Reason? Linda Sterling. She is a wide fitting size ten and loves a six inch stiletto heel. Her Caribbean accent sings to me, causing my heart to dance. I’m madly in love but can’t declare it because… Linda is engaged. Some lucky fucker got there before me. It doesn’t stop the chemistry between us though. The fact she comes at five fifteen every Friday evening is not just a sign that I have a great selection of shoes, but also a sign she likes my hands-on approach. It was five fifteen, and as I expected, Linda’s stepped into my shop. It was clear Linda believed in the power of her mile long legs. Every visit she would wear a new formal outfit, but whatever she wore always finished an inch or three above her knee. “You look beautiful as ever, Linda.” “Thank you.” Linda air kissed both my cheeks. I never quite understood that European tradition. My Italian family members do it, but I would much prefer a kiss on the lips… especially by Linda. I mean, air kissing feels like daylight robbery. “I bet you don’t kiss you fiancée like that, Linda.” “That’s more than he’s getting at the moment.” I sensed an opportunity to dig. “Not happy?” “I wouldn’t say that.” My shop is a hotbed of gossip. I’m sure most of my clients come in here just to bitch about their other halves. The women talk to me as if they have known me all their lives. I have always thought I should have been gay. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. But I do get along with women extremely well, and they tend to treat me more like a woman than a man. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because they think I’m harmless and not a sex pest… if only they had access to my dirty mind… or my hard drive for that matter. Linda is the easiest to get gossip from. She has a few issues in her relationship with Jack. Actually, I’m sure he is just leading her on. Leading Linda to my two seater couch which sat opposite my counter, I sat her down. “What’s Jack done now?” “He’s angry with me. Tells me I’m possessive.” “Why?” “I’m not a ball and chain, I let him go out with his boys. He goes out every week with them.” “He wants more freedom?” “Yes.” Linda leaned back on my scarlet couch, then crossed her long brown pins. My eyes followed the hem of her dress which rode high up her meaty thigh. As she talked her red platform heel bobbed in the air. “I said to Jack, Jack, you can go clubbin, but if you’re not back by one, I’m locking that door.” “Seems reasonable, he’s far from twenty one.” “You know what he said?” “Go on.” Linda arched her neatly trimmed eyebrows. “I’ll just go back to slut’s house then.” “I hope you gave him hell.” “I felt like punching him.” Linda crossed her arms, then mumbled, “Anyway. He might moan, but he always comes home on time, or there abouts.” “Good.” “But there’s more trouble on the horizon. He’s thirty this year, and wants to go to Vegas.” “You don’t wanna go?” “Of course I would. But Jack ain’t inviting me. He just wants to go with his boys.” “Vegas is the city of sin.” From a selfish point of view, this was a rich entertainment for me. I’m obsessed with Linda. I know she likes me too, but unfortunately I have never known her to be single. Maybe, just maybe, that was about to change. “It’s definitely a single man’s holiday, Linda.” “I know it is… I’m not stupid. That’s why I have come to cheer myself up and buy myself a new pair of shoes.” “That the best therapy around.” “It sure is.” Linda’s misery is my main revenue stream. She single handily keeps my shop afloat. Slight exaggeration, but you get my drift. She has a good job, working in finance. Not completely sure what she does, but it must pay well, because she has expensive taste. In many ways I feel fortunate to have a customer like her. Knowing Linda’s taste, I placed a selection of shoes in front of her. “So, did you put your foot down with Jack?” “Yes, told him the only way he is going to Vegas is with me.” “What did he say?” “Told me I should trust him enough to go on his own.” I stepped back as Linda picked up a pair of red kitten heels. “Do you?” “I trust him, but not in Vegas… Even the pope would be tempted to empty his sacks in Vegas.” “I hear you. I mean, you don’t go to Vegas for fresh kumköy escort bayan air and robust walks, do you?” Linda slipped out of her shoes and my eyes lapped up the sight of her perfectly crafted brown feet. Her beige soles looked so soft and tender. She slipped her feet into the red kitten heels. Satisfied with the fit, she stood from the couch but stumbled over a shoe box. I dived and caught her from behind. My hands, somehow, ended up on her tits. They felt more than a handful as gave them a light squeeze. The panic set in and I froze. Linda then pushed her buxom bottom into me, causing my cock to spasm. She slapped off my hands and stepped away. “Thanks for…Catching me.” “Sorry.” “It’s not your fault… I’m so clumsy, I could fall over on a flat beach.” “It could happen to anyone.” I stooped down and picked up the box. “Especially when I leave such a mess lying around.” Linda strutted up and down in front of the full length mirror. “Yes. I’ll have these.” “Great.” “How much?” This is where the fun starts. “That’s ninety bucks.” “Not doing a loyalty card yet?” “You’ll be glad to know I’m looking into it.” “What about a mate rate?” Linda leaned across the counter, giving me an exquisite view of the dusky valley between her tits. She knew full well her cleavage was her chief negotiator. “The day my landlord starts offering me mate rates, then I’ll consider it.” Linda groaned like a frustrated school girl. “But I’ve been coming here longer than most. I practically live here” “I need to make a living.” “Fine… I don’t know what it will take for you to drop the price… I practically have to strip to get you to budge a damn cent.” “I wish.” “Get lost.” I placed the receipt into the bag. “Look, I’ll give you a free bag, how about that?” “Wow… I’ll put it with the rest.” Linda smiled and waved as she turned away. “See you next Friday.” “Five fifteen?” “That predicable huh?” “Yes. I set my clock by you.” “Shit, I think I need to stop buying shoes… and concentrate on finding a life.” I shouted as Linda opened the glass door to step out onto the street. “Good luck with Jack.” “Thanks.” Stocktaking It was Friday morning as Linda walked into the shop. I stepped around my service counter. “You’re not due for a good few hours yet.” It soon became evident that Linda looked stressed. “Are you okay?” “Not good, It’s an emergency.” “You don’t have to ask to go to the bathroom… just open the window afterwards.” “Tom… Please.” “Sorry. Man joke.” “I have a bladder that can hold back more water than the Hoover dam.” Linda stared down at her red toe-peep shoes. She pointed accusingly. “I was rushing to my car this morning, and scuffed my shoe on a curb… almost sent me flying.” “What are you like? You only bought them a month ago.” “I’m going out with a client for lunch. I need something chic, yet formal.” “Colour?” Linda placed her hand on her wide hips. “How long have you known me?” “Five years… do you want the numbers of days?” “You’re such a cutie.” Linda stroked my chin, sending me into a near paralysis. “Bring me everything you have in our favourite colour.” My shop isn’t big. Its thirty feet wide and less than fifty feet deep, I have fifty shoes on feature stands, and one hundred and fifty on racks. So you would not be surprised that even my loyal customers only spend ten minutes inside, and that’s including the compulsory five minute chat. But Linda comes in and stays until I shut at six. That’s a whole forty five minutes. My heart races when she is around, more so when we are alone in the shop. When it’s just the two of us, I’ve often thought of kissing her sweet lips. But lack the courage to do so. Linda must know it too. In fact I’m pretty certain she does… and plays on it. I’m not complaining. In no time at all Linda was surrounded with red shoes. Parading up and down in front of my shoe mirror, she set her heart on a simple closed toe red stiletto. I nodded. “Perfecto.” “I know… Thanks to you and your amazing shop.” “Thank my family back in Italy, you mean. Without them I wouldn’t have the latest lines from Milan.” Linda smiled into the mirror as she lifted one shoe off the carpet. “You shouldn’t be so modest.” I had barely closed the till when Linda thrust her old shoes into my chest. “Be a dear.” “Yes?” “Please keep these for me, my client is waiting outside to pick me up, it wouldn’t be professional for me leave my shoes in his car… I’ll collect them on my next visit.” I couldn’t be happier. “Of course, Linda. Anything for you.” The stockroom was lit only by the security light. In the shadows I held the red toe-peep shoe up to my nose. Never before have I been able to fully appreciate one of Linda’s real shoes. I could still smell Linda’s scent and feel her warmth still on the soft leather inner-sole. Stroking my cock, I pictured her scarlet toes. Brushing my tongue along the sole of the shoe I got the bitter taste of heaven, my heaven. And that was enough to send me over the edge. Spilling my sad lonely self over the cold concrete. In the past I’ve wanked while holding shoes she has briefly worn in my shop, and I’ve often thought of splashing the shoe as a tribute to Linda. But I’m a business man first… and pervert second. These babes sell for a hundred and forty bucks. Conflict of Interests. kumköy escort As promised, Linda came to collect her shoes. I passed the box over the counter. ”There you go” “You’ve put them in a box?” “And repaired… free of cost.” It was the least I could do because I had been wanking incessantly about them. “Please, take them.” “No I insist… Tell me what I can do in return.” “No no, it’s fine. You just keep coming in here and spending your money.” “Well, thank you very much.” I smiled and tapped my fingers against my counter. “My pleasure.” “You know… we could go out sometime.” My heart exploded. “Yes.” “On a double date, me and Jack and you and your partner.” I hung my head and stared at my brown moccasins. “I’m a long term bachelor.” “Really? How come you’re not married, Tom?” “I never recovered from a broken heart when I was twenty.” “But that’s like twen…” I glared at Linda. “Easy, Linda… fifteen years ago. I’ve had brief encounters, but nothing serious.” “Right. But still, you have to move on. Surely?” “I plan to, just need to find the right woman… What about you?” “Me?” “I mean, your relationship. You’ve been engaged for how long..?” “I know… five years.” Linda glanced at the floor. “He gets angry every time I mention the wedding.” “Oh.” “I’ve just sort of accepted the fact we are together… I mean, a wedding is just a materialistic thing anyway. Never mind the expense.” “Not a very womanly thing to say. I thought every girl dreamt of getting married. Plus they don’t have to be super plush, anyway.” I couldn’t believe I was doing my best to marry off the woman I love. “Just a simple service can rubber stamp your relationship.” “I did dream of marriage once.” “I’m a man, and I know men would avoid marriage their whole life, if they could. You just need to put that beautiful foot down hard, and get him to make his commitment official.” “You know what Tom, you’re right.” I sighed. “I am.” “I’m going to turn the screw on Jack tonight.” “Talk about turning the screw. Did you manage to stop him going to Vegas with his firends?” “Yes… for now.” I smiled and nodded. “Good.” Saturdays were always an early start. The sun had barely lifted from the sleepy horizon when I pulled up the security shutters of the shop. A familiar voice rung in my ears. “Tom…” “Linda?” Lind looked shit as she stepped out of her car. Her eyeliner was strewn over her chocolate skin. “Sorry, Tom… I’ve been sat in the car waiting for you open.” “Linda, you look terrible, what’s wrong?” “I didn’t know where else to go.” “Don’t worry.” My heart bled. I could tell Linda rocked on the verge of the next set of tears. “Hang on. Let me open up. You can tell me over a morning coffee.” In the stockroom, Linda sat on the old two seater that I had brought from home. I use it to sleep on when I have late night stock checks. Huddled around her steaming mug, she tearfully confessed, “I listened to what you said last night.” “I’m sorry.” “Jack told me he didn’t love me enough to marry.” “What an idiot.” “We then fought, destroying half the furniture.” My shoulders slumped as I felt guilty. “I bet that’s the last time you listen to my advice.” “The worst thing, though… The bastard didn’t even seem too bothered when I kicked him out.” “How is that even possible? You’re the most beautiful creature to walk this planet.” “Be quiet…” Linda raised a faint smile. “What are you on about?” “The man is a fool.” Linda kicked her feet up and down in frustration, then wailed like an upset teenager. “Oh, Tom. What have I done?” “Now, now.” “I’ve ruined everything.” “No you haven’t.” I sat beside Linda and could smell the alcohol on her clothes. “Now you just have to wait.” “Huh?” “If he loves you, he’ll realise his mistake and come running back.” Linda rested her head on my shoulder. I suddenly felt my cock swell. “I’m so tired.” “Just go home and sleep off your woes. I’m sure you’ll feel better when you wake up.” “But I don’t want to go back to my empty house.” “Parents.. relatives, friends?” Fucking hell, here I am doing my best to ruin my chances of getting some sympathy sex. I really need to learn to shut up. “No. I don’t want to be bombarded with questions.” I thankfully got my act together. “You can sleep in here. I’ll put the heating on and warm the place up. When you wake up, you can think with a clear head.” “That would be great.” Linda turned to face me, then wrapped her arms around me. Her tits were smothering me, and I just about managed to hold back from giving her tits a lick from my tongue. “It’s sad… but you’re my best friend, Tom. ” “I wouldn’t call befriending me sad.” “But you sell me shoes… It’s conflict of interest.” “Hardly” “You’re taking advantage.” I felt ready to burst as she squeezed me tight and giggled. “I own more shoes than you.” “I don’t force you to buy any of my shoes.” “I come here for you… Tom.” Linda pecked me on the cheek. Despite the coffee, I winced as her breath smelled like a drinks cabinet. She then slumped back onto the couch. The bell suddenly rang. “That must be a customer… I have to go.” “Fine.” Linda rested on the couch as I covered her with my tweed blanket. “Keep them away from my shoes, Tom.” “I will.” I felt extra special having Linda sleeping in my shop. The sordid possibilities Escort kumköy seemed endless. Behind my counter I went about serving my customers with a smile. But my mind was elsewhere… in the stockroom with my sexy black woman. Under the lip of the counter sat my flat screen security monitor. Most days the screen is split on the three cameras that cover the shop floor, entrance and fire exit. But today I had the screen dedicated to the stockroom. I manipulated the camera so it focused on my ethnic Barbie. Despite feeling guilty that I was invading Linda’s privacy, the thrill excited me. The electric heater must have heated the stockroom nicely as Linda had peeled back the blanket. Suddenly she spread her legs… I couldn’t believe my luck. Toggling the joystick, I zoomed in on her nylon covered crotch. The HD camera could pick up the different textures including the panty liner under her knickers. I felt in need of wank. But my shop was full of customers. Gift wrapping a pair of shoes, I noticed movement on the screen. Linda pulled her top over her head and let tits hang in her flimsy bra. I took the money from the customer then sat back down. Linda’s coffee tits rested like small hillocks on a flat plane. I watched in awe as they gently raised and sank due to her rhythmic breathing. Lunch hour arrived and I closed the shop. I was looking forward to rubbing one out behind the counter, but I noticed on the monitor that Linda was awake and fully dressed. So I excitedly knocked on the door and entered. “Slept well, Linda?” “Yes thanks. I had to turn down the heater though.” “Sorry… I think that thing is to blame for global warming… and my soaring energy bill. Anyway, how are you feeling? Better?” “No.” Linda glanced down at her phone. “Jack is still ignoring my calls and texts.” “Just leave it. Let him come to you.” “I don’t think he is, I saw on Facebook that he has checked into the airport.” “Maybe he is just trying to cheer himself up.” “According to his status update…” Linda bit her lip. “He’s jetting to Vegas with his boys.” “Bastard.” “I’m hungry… always feel hungry when I’m angry.” “Really?” I opened my mini fridge and handed Linda a sandwich. “Salmon salad? I bought it this morning.” “Don’t you mind?” “I wouldn’t be offering if I did.” “It’s over, Tom.” Linda broke down while unwrapping the sandwich. “Nine years, over just like that.” “You don’t know it’s truly over.” “I bet he’s shagging a dirty hooker right now.” “Don’t say that.” “I know him well.” I thought I would strike while Linda was at her lowest ebb. “So, where are you off to tonight, then?” “Trying to get rid of me already?” “No… No. I promise. Just thought, you know.” “Janet, my best friend is on a month long honeymoon.” I felt my luck had definitely turned positive. “Oh…” “And I really don’t want to see my parents because they love Jack like a son. I know, one way or another, they will blame me.” “If you don’t want to be alone… Then stay with me.” “I was hoping you would offer… Great.” Fucking awesome more like. I felt like dancing and wanking at the same time. “Yes… I’ll look after you. In fact I’ll treat you like a queen.” Nest building Back home Linda had unpacked and I could hear her in the guestroom, drying her hair. I stepped into the bathroom where the air felt warm and moist. To my delight, her panties were on the floor. I couldn’t resist, and locked the door. I picked them off the damp tiles. They were just how I imagined, red laced and extremely delicate. I brought them to my face and inhaled her intimate perfume. They smelt heavy with a femininity that was in its prime. Holding the gusset to my face, I could see the faint outlines of her intimate signature. Bringing it closer I inhaled deeply, sending me into ecstasy. I opened my hand as if I could touch her, and brushed my fingers through the air as I dreamt of touching Linda’s dark skin. Wanting Linda badly I unzipped my trousers and sunk my hand into my slacks. I picked up the pace while I stroked my tongue along the bitter gusset, giving myself a taste of what was surely to come. My senses drove me incessantly towards orgasm. I felt my knees buckle as I neared that orgasmic cliff. My wanking was brought to premature finish by a knock the door, causing me to drop the knickers to the floor. “Yes?” “I’m awfully sorry for being so rude.” “What for?” “I’m pretty sure I left some of my clothes on the floor.” I glanced at her panties on the tiles, then tucked my cock back into my trousers. With impeccable timing I let out a small fart to add realism to my charade of using the toilet. “Eh, so you have.” I flushed the chain and quickly washed my hands. Unlocking the door, I stepped out and saw Linda with a towel wrapped around her wet hair, and one wrapped around her slender torso. Without makeup, she looked so naturally perfect, like an African tribal queen. “I didn’t even notice your clothes… I’m so used to leaving mine all over the place… perils of bachelorism, hey.” “I will keep this place looking spotless, I promise. Just got quite a bit on my mind obviously. Makes me forgetful.” “I know.” “Thanks.” I sniggered, and tapped Linda on her naked shoulder. “Honestly it’s fine. No need to worry.” “I won’t be a burden. You need anything, just ask.” Linda‘s nose came within a millimetre of mine as we passed on the landing. Her hazel eyes stared deep into mine. “I don’t know how to thank you for your hospitality and support.” “I won’t ask for anything in return.” “Surely you want… something.” “A little something, maybe. But only when you’re ready.” “Sure.” Linda leaned back on against the bathroom door.
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