Confessions of a Shoe Store Worker
(Posted on Friday, February 23, 2000)
This story was submitted by Jane.

It was a few months after I had my first experience with my love of a fellow female’s feet (click here for that story), and I had thankfully passed all my exams in the spring. Due to all the hard, long schoolwork I had done, I needed to have a break from it all. I decided to take a year out before going to the university. I wanted to get a job to earn some cash before continuing my education, but nothing demanding.

One Saturday I was out shopping with my friends. After we had some lunch, we went to the best shoe shop in the area. Due to my extensive fetish, shoe shops had always been my favourite of places. When I was shopping alone, I would often spend hours just looking at all of the pretty female feet as the brand new shoes were being tried on them.

As we entered the store, I saw a small poster in the shop window with the heading "assistants wanted" in bold type at the top. As I was looking for a small job, I could think of nothing better than to work in a shoe store. As I read the poster, I learned that the job had good hours and the wage were acceptable. I enquired about the placement to the store manager who asked about my past employment. I agreed to take a week's trial there.

In the week, I made sure I would get the job by working hard and being polite to all of the customers, so I got the full time work. The job was somewhat a dream come true to me, and I got to spend a lot of time seeing and sometimes touching some amazing female feet.

The more the months passed, I especially got to know the assistant store manager, Caroline. Caroline was well known to fellow employees as a lesbian, and some of the other girls often joked about this. I didn’t want to expose my sexuality, as I knew they would do the same to me, and not a lot of others knew anyway.

Caroline was a very nice lady of about 30. She had dark brown, shoulder length hair and big, beautiful brown eyes, and she was 5’8. I was particularly fond of her body because she had a shapely bum and a pair of amazing tits. You will ask why I didn’t go for her, but with a twelve-year age difference with me only being 18, I didn’t think that it was an ideal prospect. Caroline and I were very good friends and it wasn’t until after one occasion that I discovered her secret liking for me in the sexual sense.

One day I went to work expecting a normal day, a relaxed atmosphere and the sight of wonderful feet. When I got back from my lunch hour, I noticed a young woman of about 21 who was being assisted by one of my fellow employees. This young woman was trying on some classy shoes for a night out. She had long, blonde hair and blue eyes and had the most amazing body.

At first glance she appeared to me to be one of the most beautiful girls whom I had ever seen. She had the look of a supermodel. I was put on one of the pay desks, but I kept gazing at her feet out of the corner of my eye, envying my fellow assistant as he touched them. Her toes were pronounceable from where I stood, the dark brown polish standing out from her pale flesh. I was instantly aroused.

5 minutes passed, and she put on the sexiest of shoes. She stood in them, wiggling her toes and began to walk up and down a few yards to get the feel of them. Then she took them off and the assistant replaced them in their box and put them back on the shelf. It occurred to me that she couldn’t afford them as I stared at her bottom as she walked out of the doors.

About 15 minutes later, the store had hardly any customers and the shoebox was untouched on the shelf. I was still very aroused at the sight of her perfect feet. I turned to the storeroom and I couldn’t see anyone. The height of my sexual arousal was almost unbearable. I needed to release it. I quickly dashed over to the shoebox and took it into the storeroom, closing the door behind me.

I needed to be quick so that no one would catch me, as I would almost certainly lose my job. I opened the box and immediately I was greeted by the smell of new leather. I pressed my nose onto the sole and took a huge whiff, inhaling the aroma of the leather and the girl’s feet. I repeated with the other shoe before quickly pulling down my panties from under my skirt. I was already quite wet and I drove two of my fingers into my pussy and fucked myself while as the same time smelling, kissing and licking the shoes and tasting the saltiness from her toes.

After a few minutes I was working toward an amazing orgasm, but in all of the pleasure, I began to get too overwhelmed and tired. I lost my rhythm. I thought to myself that I’d have to cum soon or stop because I really didn’t want to be caught. I decided to use one of the shoes instead of my fingers. I gave it one last lick and thrust it into my pussy while continuing to smell
the other one.

The sensation of the wet shoe inside me, and the smell and taste of the other shoe drove me wild. I wanted it to last forever. The pleasure was amazing. My body shivered as I started to cum. I pulled out the shoe and let the cum drip onto it. The orgasm seemed to last for ages, but suddenly I could hear footsteps outside and I expected the worse. But nothing could stop my immense orgasm. The door swung open. My cum continued to flow over the sole of the shoe as my face was ridiculously buried into the sole of the other shoe.

The time of the door opening and seeing the face of the person behind it seemed to have lasted hours, but in fact was probably less than a second. My fear was apparent and I stopped cumming. I took the other shoe away from my face and discovered the person was in fact my good friend, Caroline. "Thank fuck!" I thought to myself. If it had been anyone else, I knew that I’d have been in for it, but as Caroline was a friend, she would understand as lomg as I explained everything.

The expression on her face first was of shock, but after a few seconds this changed into a very sexy grin. She closed the storeroom door. "I knew it!" She whispered. "I’ve seen you. Looking at the girls' feet in the shop I mean."

"If you hadn’t already noticed this is a shoe store." I cheekily told her sarcastically, which I shouldn’t have done knowing that she was the assistant store manager. For that moment I forgot that I had one saliva covered £200 shoe in one hand, and another £200 shoe covered in my cum in the other hand. My face red in exhaustion and my little white panties draped across the storeroom floor.

"That doesn’t mean you can go around fucking all of my shoes!" She said.

I remembered the shoes in my hands at that point. "Oh no." I sighed.

"It’s okay Jane." She giggled cutely. "I’ll let you off this time, but only if you make love to me now!"

How could I refuse? There was no doubt that she was a very good-looking woman, and I hadn’t had any female sex since Sarah, so I wanted more pleasure!

"Pass me those shoes and get your clothes off." She ordered.

I did just that. I think that she was pleasantly shocked by my body. She lifted the cum covered shoe to her mouth and sexily licked every last drop of my juices from it, all the time staring into my eyes. I felt my arousal come back to me. She dropped the shoes and walked over to my naked self and gently kissed me. The kiss suddenly turned passionate as I unbuttoned her blouse and bra, exposing the amazing tits I told you about.

I kissed down Caroline’s chest, caressing her boobs and sucking on her hard nipples. I kissed further down, over her stomach toward her pussy. I pulled down her skirt and pants in one fluid motion, uncovering her beautifully trimmed pussy. I delicately kissed her wet pussy lips. She stepped backward and dropped onto the chair where before I had sat, holding my head against her pussy so that I could continue to taste it. She opened her legs wider and I delved my tongue inside her and licked her sweetness for several minutes.

Her pleasure was apparent as I could hear her soft moans. "Stop a minute," I heard her say gently between the moans. I didn’t take any notice, as I couldn’t get enough of her taste. "Just stop, Jane. I know you want me." She whispered. "But stop!" She told me, pulling my hair back so that I had to stop. "Lick my feet instead."

I stopped in amazement for a few seconds. "You sure?" I asked.

"Yes." She replied. "I want to know how it feels."

This was turning into a fantastic day for me. I gently removed her shoes to unveil her feet and toes. I had never seen her feet before, as she never wore shoes that showed them. I can’t understand why as they were very nice. She had red painted toes. They were about size 7 and smelled great.

I immediately began to kiss her feet. I started with her big toe, and kissed each of the other toes. Then I licked up and down her sole. I repeated this with her other foot, glancing up at her. She was clearly enjoying this new sensation and her eyes were closed.

As I continued to worship her wonderful feet, I saw that she had begun to finger herself. I told her to stop so that I could do it for her. I loved the feeling of fingering her pussy while licking her feet. Like me, she enjoyed a nice, wet tongue in between her toes the most. I could feel her cumming. Her moans got louder as I sucked her big toes and kissed her soles. I inserted another finger inside her of tight pussy and fucked her faster. She came all over my fingers and we licked it off.

I got to see Caroline many more times after this before I went to the university. If I get more of your excellent feedback, I’ll share some more of my experiences with you.

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