S is for Selena

I looked up at him, he was positively leering at me. I struggled a little to remove my jacket, his expression confirming to me when he saw my cleavage that I'd judged him right.

"Well - er - Kenneth. The higher the better really."

He knelt down in front of me and took my foot in his hand, examining it.

"You look like a size eight, Selena, rather a large size for a woman."

Just for a moment I thought maybe he'd got it, but from the look on his face as he turned towards me I knew he still hadn't. Not yet. Hell, how far could I take this? Kenneth took my shoe off, letting his fingers blatantly caress my silken-clad foot. I'd picked sheer black seamed stockings deliberately, experience had shown me they can drive a certain kind of man wild.

"Oooooh, Kenneth, that feels good. You have a very tender touch. You can do that some more if you like."

And I just sat there, wallowing in delight and shivering with the sensuality of it all, as he smiled at me and continued to caress my feet. I was so glad I'd painted my toe-nails, the red-tipped toes were just visible through the dusky nylon of my stockings. I knew damn well the experiences, both visual and tactile, were exciting him.

"I think I have just what you want, I'll be right back," he said, standing and moving away towards a door near the back of the shop. I breathed deeply for a minute or so, trying to calm down.

Coming back with three shoe-boxes, Ken laid them on the floor and then sat on a little stool in front of me. He opened the first box and began his salesman's patter.

"This is a big seller in our London branches," he said as he smoothly slid the shoe onto my foot and hooked the tiny strap around my ankle, taking a little time to caress my lower leg a little more. "Do you see how it accentuates your leg?"

Ken kept talking as he worked, but I could see that his mind was focused on my legs. I had on a short, tight dress that tied at the waist and ended a few inches above my knees.