Koleksi Cerita Lucah, Buku Lucah, Citer Lucah, Novel Lucah Cerita Seks Melayu Lucah Stim Sangap Shoe Store
It was finally time. I left work with my feet aching, victims of too old, too worn shoes. It was time for new ones. But I was leaving late. Everything was almost ready to close when I got to the mall. I hobbled as fast as I could to the small shoe store way back in an out-of-the way part of the mall where I usually did my rare shoe shopping. A young girl was almost ready to pull the grate down over the entrance, but she saw me limping towards her and paused.
"Please," I gasped.
"Can you take care of me?" She looked at me for a moment, then grinned slightly.
"Sure. Come on in." I ducked under the grate and she closed it the rest of the way.
"You look like your feet need some help," she commented as I sagged into a chair and tore off my old shoes. I wiggled my toes, grateful I still had feeling in them.
"That's for sure," I said. She just stood there looking at me, and made no move to show me any shoes.
"I have to turn the lights down," she said. I nodded my head and leaned back a bit. Ah, new shoes. A treat for my feet. The lights dimmed. She came back out and stood there again.
"I know just what you need," she said.
"Be right back." And she disappeared again. She came back out a few minutes later carrying a large basin. It looked rather heavy, and as she carefully set it down in front of me, I saw it was full of soapy water. Rising steam told me it was hot water. I looked at her curiously. She knelt, with the basin between us, and picked up my left foot. My eyes widened as she carefully lowered it into the steaming water. Oh, that felt so good. I watched in amazement as she meticulously washed my foot, even between my toes. Then she lowered it into the water again and did the same for my right foot. Soon both my feet had been scrubbed clean and were luxuriating in the hot, soapy water.
"Um, you really didn't have to do that," I said, a bit nervously. She just smiled at me.
"I'm not done yet." She disappeared again, leaving me there with my feet soaking comfortably. She came back with a small bottle and a towel. She removed my feet from the water and dried them off, sliding the basin to the side. I felt wonderful, almost as if I had just taken a nice hot bath. Then she sat, cross-legged, right in front of me, with my feet literally in her lap. This was getting a bit weird. She picked up the bottle and poured something on her hands. She then proceeded to massage both my feet. I couldn't believe what this young girl was doing. I also couldn't believe how good it felt. I had never had a foot massage, or any kind of massage, but as her hands skillfully worked over my once-aching feet, I felt my whole body beginning to relax.
This was great. There was just one problem. For some reason I couldn't comprehend, I was feeling a bit aroused. I shifted nervously in my chair. She grinned at me again, but didn't say a word. My feet had turned to putty by now, totally limp. The ache was gone, as if it had never been. She continued kneading, caressing, but somehow never actually tickling, which surprised me. After a while, she wiped the oil off my feet and dried them thoroughly. I stared to thank her, but she still wasn't done. She stared straight into my wide eyes and slowly slid her tongue up the sole of my right foot. I shivered, staring back at her in shock. As she reached the top of my foot, I watched in amazement as my big toe disappeared into her mouth.
Still staring at me, she sucked on my big toe. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. And I didn't know why I suddenly felt so damp between my legs. Grinning slightly, she turned her attention to my left foot and gave it the same treatment. Her eyes never left mine. I was trembling. I had no idea how I should react. Should I say thank you? Should I ask her to stop? Should I tell her how uncomfortable I felt? Did I really even feel uncomfortable? As she began kissing my feet and sucking my toes at random, a soft moan came from somewhere. I shuddered as I realized it had come from me. I was undeniably wet now, and was unconsciously squeezing my cunt muscles.
My eyes widened as I noticed a scent that I knew to be my own. The look on her face told me that she also knew that scent. I watched, unable to move, as her tongue slowly travelled past my ankle, up my calf, over my knee, up my thigh. Her hands went to my thighs too, gently pushing them apart. Helpless, I did not resist. I couldn't. Staring into my eyes, she took the lower edge of my skirt in her hands and pushed it upwards. Shaking like a leaf, I moved my bottom towards her a bit, towards the edge of the chair. I looked down to see my panties visible, stained from my arousal. She grinned at me again. A long fingernail slid between my skin and my panties. My panties were pushed to the side, exposing my throbbing clit. I could only stare in awe as I watched her tongue gently touch it.
My head fell back, my arms dangled limp beside the chair, and another, stronger moan echoed through the empty shoe store. The shoe lady made me cum. Several times. Then, still without a word, she put my panties back into place, and did the same for my skirt. Her tongue journeyed back down my thigh, my calf, to my foot again. I watched, dazed, as she sucked my toes once more. Then, pulling the basin back, she lowered my feet into the still-warm water, washed them again, and dried them. She stood up, leaned towards me as I almost lay in the chair, and kissed me softly. My whole body tingled as another woman's lips pressed against mine. She picked up the basin and towel, and disappeared. She came back a minute later, and I had recovered somewhat.
Still not saying anything, she selected a very well-made, very expensive pair of shoes from the rack and carefully put them on me. They fit perfectly. She took my hand and helped me to my feet. Leading me to the entrance she pushed the button that raised the grate, and kissed me again, quickly. She gently pushed me away as the grate opened. Outside the store, I turned back to her. She smiled and pushed the button again, and the grate slowly rolled back down. Fittingly, the last thing I saw of her was her feet. I walked back to my car in a daze. It wasn't until I got home that I realized she hadn't charged me for the pair of $150 shoes. And it's funny. For some reason my pussy always gets damp when I have them on. And I wear them a lot. Dapatkan kebenaran dari ibubapa anda sekiranya anda di bawah umur 18tahun.