Jayne wandered into the shoe shop as nonchalantly as she could. Her hands were buried deep in the pockets of her black trousers and she was wearing a long, grey raincoat. This was the third visit she’d made during the past week and today she intended to speak to Sarah, the manager, who had a bob of deep ginger hair and eyes the color of orange marmalade, the kind of color only women with ginger hair can possess. Then she’d have to go to the shopping center’s lost property to see if her handbag had been handed in.
She spied Sarah immediately, her attentive face turned to an elderly woman as they discussed suitable winter footwear. The smell of leather filled her nose and she took a deep breath of the familiar scent, her spine tingling a little.
Jayne walked casually over to the high-heeled shoes on the right of the small shop, the sunlight streaming in through the window beside her. She absentmindedly picked up a black, strappy shoe and looked at it, turning slightly so she could glance at Sarah as she bent down, the old woman now seated, her stockinged feet waiting for the attentions of the manager.
Jayne’s gaze briefly lingered on Sarah’s backside, black trousers tight around her cheeks and no visible panty line. She imagined them bare, the thin, black line of a thong disappearing seductively between her pale, rounded buttocks. The fingers of her right hand pushed deeper into the trouser pocket and she rubbed at the top of her vulva gently beneath the concealment of her coat. The hairs on the nape of her neck rising, she felt weakness in her knees as she imagined stroking and kissing Sarah’s rounded buttocks with a tenderness wrought of sweet anticipation.
“Can I help you?” came a gentle female voice, making Jayne jump.
Slightly flustered, she turned to the young shop assistant whose face was thick with powder which accentuated rather than hid her mild case of acne. “Just looking,” she replied with a forced smile, her hand stilled beneath the long coat, the crotch of her knickers damp and sticking to her hidden lips.
The assistant turned to go and answer the phone, which had just started ringing beside the pale counter to the rear. Jayne glanced over at Sarah and felt more heat rising between her legs as the object of her desire crouched before the old woman in a servile position, one that she’d imagined her taking on numerous occasions.
Sarah knew she’d come into the shop. She felt the woman’s gaze upon her and the stiffness of her nipples as they rubbed against her black polo shirt. She’d been coming in regularly that week, presumably on lunch breaks, always immaculate in her suit, long, black hair trailing to her shoulders, curling slightly about her pale neck. She judged the woman to be in her mid-thirties, a few years younger than she was.
She wanted her and yet she didn’t even know her name. She’d served the stranger the first time she’d come in, but their effort at conversation had been a stumbling affair filled with awkwardness. “I should make an effort to talk to her today,” she thought as she crouched before the old lady whose bridge of upper front teeth kept coming loose as she spoke, a gentle sucking sound just audible as she pushed the line of four ivories back into place with her podgy thumb.
The young shop assistant approached Sarah. “That was Head Office checking to see if the new area manager has been in to see us yet,” she informed her boss with a frown.
“Thanks, Vicky,” responded Sarah.
The assistant nodded and walked over to a mother and daughter who had just entered. “May I help you?” she said with a smile.
Sarah turned her attention back to the lady seated before her as Jayne waited, loitering by the dress shoes and handling them with disinterest. She glanced over at the counter to the rear of the shop and their eyes met, the gaze held for an instant longer than was normal, a tell-tale sign of mutual interest.
After making the sale to her customer, Sarah walked slowly around the white counter and headed over to the woman, smile betraying the nervousness she was feeling; tight lipped and tentative. “Would you like to try on a pair of those?” she asked in her rich, smooth voice as she straightened her name badge, “Sarah” written black on gold.
Jayne hesitated, gaze moving briefly to the other woman’s lips, imagining them upon her skin, gently caressing her neck, Sarah’s breath making her tingle. “Yes, thank you,” replied Jayne, holding out the red shoe that happened to be in her hand.
“Size six, isn’t it?” Her eyes sparkled.
Jayne nodded. “That’s right,” she replied, happy that the other woman had remembered.
As Sarah went to the back of the shop and descended the stairs to the store room, Jayne seated herself on one of the green cushioned stools and slowly slid off her shoes, enjoying the gentle sensation. She caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror against the wall opposite and ran a hand through her dark hair, feeling a prickle of excitement, still aware of the moisture between her legs as her pulse quickened.
The manager soon returned with a black shoebox and crouched at her feet with head slightly bowed. The open collar of her blouse revealed the alluring upper curves of Sarah’s breasts; pale like snow and smooth like silk. Jayne longed to reach out and stroke them, but resisted the temptation as the manager opened the shoe box. She slowly took out the pair of red shoes and removed the crumpled paper from within them.
Jayne’s eyes moved to the slightly pouting lips of the other woman, a sensuousness to their enticing fullness. Sarah looked up at the woman whose feet she obediently crouched before, aware of the appreciative gaze which had been studying her carefully.
“Lift up your right foot, please,” she requested softly, Jayne taking in every movement of her glistening lips, which were touched with the merest hint of deep red.
Jayne did as asked as Sarah held the shoes at the ready, her index fingers stroking the leather subconsciously as she looked at the tightness of Jayne’s trousers about her thighs and crotch, the rain coat falling open with the customer’s movement. She could make out the slight indent between the woman’s legs and the raised flesh to either side pressed tightly against the cotton.
The shoe was slipped on with a delicious slowness, the tips of Sarah’s fingers brushing against Jayne’s instep, ankle, and the top of her foot. Her eyes closed temporarily in pleasure and her legs came together slightly in an automatic response to the small tremor of delight that filled her vagina and made her tingle.
When Jayne opened her eyes again she found Sarah quickly looking away, a smile and a flush upon her face as she took the left shoe and prepared to place it on the other foot with the same gentle ease that made Jayne melt.
Then Sarah sat submissively at her feet, ready to assist in any way she could. The sight of her so willing and waiting, so ready to serve, turned Jayne on and she could feel the heat between her legs rising further in reaction to the manager’s subservient position on the floor.
Sarah saw the craving in the other woman’s eyes and felt herself become wet, the way she was sitting helping to accentuate the presence of her thong as it became damp and pressed against her, parting her lips with a hidden deliciousness.
She shifted, feeling the thong tighten further, enjoying the secret sensations as the woman before her looked around the shop in a desperate attempt to distract herself, to calm the lust she was clearly feeling.