The Shoe Salesman and the Hot Mom

Michelle pulled up her truck into a main street parking bay in the city centre of Cincinnati. She flipped the transmission into park with shaky hands and shut off the engine, placed the keys quickly into her handbag. She pulled down the sunvisor and slid the mirror cover open to check her appearance one last time.

All good. Her dark eyes were hot today, her pony tail of her dark hair was tight and taut, revealing the glowing bright and soft skin of her neck. She looked down at her little skirt and tried to pull it over her knee a little more. It didn’t make any difference. She’s not used to wearing such a short skirt. Looking beyond her knees, she saw her bare legs and wondered if she should have worn an open-toe set of heels instead of the white heels with the covered, blunt nose that she wore today. Oh well, too late now.

Reaching between her legs while looking around outside, she quickly tugged at the top of her panties and slid them down and off her feet. She didn’t know where to put them, then spotted the storage compartment, stuffing them in there and slamming it shut. She opened the door, collected her bag and stepped out. Walking past some shops, her heart began racing as she neared the shoe shop. As she passed a big shop front window, she spotted herself for a moment and noticed how the heels made her legs look quite good. She was surprised. She turned slightly and realised how much her thighs were showing, but the sight of her butt in her tight skirt quickly distracted her. It didn’t look too bad! she decided. She didn’t want to be too obvious, so moved on.

She became aware of men looking at her as she walked on to the shoe store. This is crazy! She thought. What I am doing?

As she stares back at an old man who is checking her out, she realises she has passed the shoe store and stepped back. Looking in, she saw Frank working on the computer at his desk, no doubt completing stock orders for more shoes, or maybe he’s checking out the latest trends of footwear across the world. Whatever he was doing, he was all alone. Michelle gulped, put her mobile phone on silent and then pushed the door open.

The smell of leather and rubber greeted her upon entry to the shoe store. Shoe shops always had the same smell. The smell always turned her on, because Frank worked here. In a way, this was his smell. She thought about his large body. Sure, he could lose a few pounds but he was tall and cute, and his chest looked strong and proud. She had noticed long ago the bulge in his pants. It seemed to be ever present, as if he had something really special in there. She had become fascinated with it, and his Australian heritage, which was most obvious in his voice and some words he would use. He also had the same hair colour as she, but with blue eyes. For a moment, she allowed her mind to run with the idea of them being a pair, then quickly tried to shake it.

She slowly walked around the maze of stand with shoes on display, getting closer to the man for whom she had a fantasy. She came here to make this fantasy come true today, so she was very nervous. She looked at him in the corner of her eye as she got closer to him, pretending to be examining shoes. He had half-risen from his chair, finishing something on the computer, sensing a customer in his store. He probably got a lot of people coming in all the time who just look and don’t buy anything. But she hoped to get something special from him today.

“Oh, hi, Michelle,” said Frank, standing. He held his tie back as he stood and leaned over to move some papers away, careful not to get it in his mug of hot chocolate or pull a framed picture of his dog over like he has done countless times. “How are you today?”

Michelle smiled. “Hi, Frank. I’m well, and you?”

“Good, good. What can I do for you today?” He looked down at her legs and her feet and Michelle thought he was either checking out what she has on display or seeing what brand and model of shoes she already has. “Looking for some new shoes?

“Yes, some new shoes!”

“Excellent,” started Frank, walking over to the ladies’ section. “How are the kids?”

“They’re great,” Michelle answered through a slightly shaky voice, getting a bit more nervous. “My eldest has moved closer to us now, so I can see more of her.”

“Oh, that’s nice. Jade, isn’t it?”

“That’s right!” said Michelle with a grin, surprised he remembered. “How’s Labby?”

Frank laughed a little. Not many people ask him about his dog. “She’s good, loves to play fetch and splash around in her little swimming pool on the hot days.”

“Well, that’s good. Labradors love the water.”

“Yeah, she does,” he said, finished with the pleasant chat for now. “Now what kind of shoes are you after?”

“Umm,” she started, darting her eyes back and forth along the shelf behind him. “I want something for me. Something sexy.” As soon as she spoke those words, she can’t believe it. She felt her face becoming warm. She must be blushing. Oh no! He’ll see right through me! She tried to relax and realised she was going to be trying shoes on, so she sat down on one of the chairs offered for customers.

“Well, you mean like high heels?” Frank helped.

Michelle didn’t know what to say.