I am a happily married 34-year-old woman. I’m five eight and weigh 132 pounds.

I have shoulder-length red hair and a darker complexion than most redheads. I measure up at 36-28-38 with long legs that I love to show off with sexy heels and short skirts. For the most part, I’ve been faithful to my husband.

My problem is that I am a bit of an exhibitionist. I have always enjoyed being eyed by men. I love the feeling of being looked over and knowing that for those few seconds, that man wants to fuck me. I have learned to fulfill my need at the shopping mall, and one of my mall outings got a lot more personal than I had planned and resulted in an erotic adventure with a very good-looking shoe salesman named Raymond.

It was one of those beautiful summer days when I woke up horny and bored. I went shopping to see if I could get a few of those looks that I enjoy so much. I decided on a short, clingy summer dress — a favorite of mine that hugs every curve just right. It’s sleeveless with a scooped neck that shows plenty of cleavage, and it’s short, a good five inches above the knee. Underneath I wore a low-cut black underwire bra that really pushed up my D-cup tits and a black V-string. The front of it just barely covered my snatch. And it was sheer enough that if I found a safe opportunity, some lucky guy at the mall was going to know that I shaved everything.

I picked out my favorite pair of summer shoes: black three-inch spikes with a half dozen thin straps that run over my toes and around my heels. My toenails were painted cherry-red to match my fingernails, and I’d had a tiny rhinestone glued in the center of each big toe. I took a second look down at my feet and thought my heels looked a little worn. That was it. My plan for the day would be to find myself some sexy new heels, and hopefully a hot salesman to flirt with. I knew that if my day went as planned, I’d be all worked up and masturbating when my husband got home. (My husband knows I do this. He doesn’t really approve, but he knows I need the attention, and he reaps the benefits. I’m usually begging for a good fucking after one of my outings.)

I walked from one end of the mall to the other, checking out shoe stores. I started getting looks right away. By the time I had walked about halfway back, I was turned on and loving every second of it. The next shoe store was exactly what I was looking for: Nothing but Heels.

The salesman was waiting on an older overweight woman who was giving him a hard time because the shoes hurt. Hell, what did she expect? Sexy heels are not made for wide, ugly feet. I sat down with my leg crossed high and rolled over on one hip. I smiled at the salesman.

“I’ll be with you in just a few minutes,” he said, giving me a lingering look before returning to the customer from hell, who finally saw the light and walked out. Alone at last.

“Hi, I’m Raymond,” he said with another big smile. “What are you looking for today?”

“Something like these,” I answered

as I rolled my ankle. “I love these but they’re a little worn.”

“Those are nice, very nice,” he said. “I have several pairs I think you’ll like. Black, strappy, and sexy?”

“Exactly,” I replied.

“And you’re about a seven and a half?”

“Yes. You certainly know your sizes.”

“I know pretty feet when I see them. And I know my sizes too,” he said, then went to the stockroom.

He was back in a few minutes with four boxes. He sat them on the floor and slid his stool in front of me. His eyes followed my legs as I rolled around and uncrossed them. My dress had hiked up and I made no attempt to pull it down. He opened the first box and pulled out a pair of cute black heels.

“This is one of my favorites,” Raymond said. “They’re sexy, the straps are tiny, and they really show off the foot. They’re made for someone with really pretty feet like yours.”

I put my foot up on Raymond’s stool, making no attempt to take off the shoe I was wearing. Our eyes met. Raymond had lust in his eyes, and I felt my own excitement heading to the next level. He pulled my foot closer to his crotch than he needed to. He was slow, caressing my foot as he unbuckled my shoe and slid it off. When he reached down for one of the new heels, I touched the inside of his thigh with my foot and parted my legs just a little. Raymond’s touch was even more exciting as he slowly slipped my foot into the sexy shoe.

“I love these heels. I think these are one of the most exciting and sexy pairs in the store. And you have the perfect feet for them — small, pretty, and very sexy,” he said, without looking up. His touch was amazing. He was doing much more than his job, and it felt wonderful. He glanced up at me as he finished. “How does that feel?”

I spread my legs a little more as I looked into his eyes and waited. “It feels wonderful, absolutely wonderful. I’ve never had a pair of heels feel so good on my feet,” I answered.

“May I put the other one on?”

“Would you please?” I said with a smile as I squirmed in my seat and worked my dress up even higher, making sure Raymond got a real good look at my sheer thong and my now damp pussy.

He was much bolder with the second shoe. He caressed and rubbed my foot after he took off my heel, and his eyes were glued between my legs the entire time. He ran his fingers up and down each of my toes as if he were masturbating them. “Your feet are very sexy, especially your toenails. I love the color and the little stones,” he said softly.

“And you’re a great salesman,” I said as I pushed my foot into his crotch and found what I’d hoped I would: a nice hard-on. Raymond wrapped his hand around my ankle and worked my foot over the bulge in his slacks. Then he picked up the second heel and slipped it on my foot. He again took his time, openly staring between my legs. I smiled as I pressed my heel against his cock and slipped my hand down between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my thong.

“If you have a restroom I can use, I’ll make it even more exciting,” I said.

He led me to the back of the store. “It’s all the way back, on the right. I’ll get another pair of heels ready for you.”

As I walked through the racks of shoes to the restroom, I passed a worn leather love seat in the corner. This would work.

The restroom was tiny but clean. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. The heels looked great, and they felt good too. I worked my dress up over my hips, slipped off my thong, and stuffed it into my purse. I felt between my legs; I was even wetter than I’d thought. Raymond was giving me more than I had bargained for. I just needed to show off a little more. Then I’d be ready to hurry home to my rubber buddy and, a little while later, my husband’s sweet cock.

Raymond was sitting on his stool in front of my chair and the store was still empty. “Would you like to try on another pair?” he asked.

“Would you like me to?” I asked as I wiggled my dress up even higher than before and spread my legs.

“Oh, God yes, please,” he moaned as he pulled my foot between his legs and started taking off the shoe. He rubbed and caressed my foot and toes with a slow sensual touch that drove me crazy. He stroked and rubbed each toe and rubbed my foot over what was now a huge bulge in his slacks. I pushed against him, wanting to feel more of his cock. Raymond’s eyes never left my pussy. He had to see how wet I was.

I slipped my hand between my legs and started exploring my wet furrow. “Now I’m ready to go home and play with myself, unless — ”

“Unless what?” Raymond asked.

“Unless you want to join me.”

“I’ll put the closed sign in the window.”

“Wait — It’s just to masturbate. You have to promise that you won’t touch me and that you won’t try to fuck me. We can masturbate, that’s all, okay?”

“What about your feet? You have to let me touch those sexy feet,” he begged.

“The way you’ve been touching me out here has done this,” I whispered as I pumped my finger into my pussy. “I can only imagine what you’ll do back there. You can touch my feet, but that’s all.”

“That’s all I want,” he said, panting.

Raymond put the sign in the window and locked the door. Seconds later I was sitting on the love seat with Raymond on his knees in front of me.

“Your feet are gorgeous. My cock got hard the second I sat down to help you,” he said, taking off my heel.

He smiled at me, brought my foot to his mouth, and then started kissing it. His kisses were soft, wet, and wonderful. He kissed each toe, licked it, and then kissed it again before moving on to the next one. By the time he got to my big toe, I had my dress pulled up around my ass and my hand busy between my legs.

“And you have a beautiful snatch too,” he said softy, sucking my toe into his mouth. “I have a thing for sexy feet and pussy, especially shaved. I’d love to suck that too, and then fuck you, but you made the rules.”

He reached down and started unbuttoning his slacks while he continued to suck and lick my foot and watch me play with myself. I couldn’t believe how erotic and exciting it could be to have my toes sucked and licked. I pushed a toe into his crotch.

“Hurry up, Raymond. I want to see it,” I moaned as I slipped one finger in my pussy and started humping myself. He stopped sucking my foot, got up, and pulled his slacks down around his knees. He had a nice cock. It wasn’t huge, but it was thicker than average and rock hard.

“Oh, yeah, like that,” he moaned as I pressed my heel against his cock and ran it up and down. He held my foot in place as he once again dropped to his knees in front of me. He had me switch feet.

I rubbed my bare foot up and down his beautiful stiff cock while he took off my other heel and went to work. It was all wet tongue and sucking and it was driving me crazy! I exposed my throbbing clit for Raymond’s pleasure and my own. Then I went at it with the fingertips of my other hand. Raymond went from toe to toe, licking and sucking each one the way I would have done his cock if he had gotten up and offered it to me. He took my three smallest toes into his mouth at once and pumped them in and out as he sucked them. I squirmed and moaned as I alternately finger-fucked my pussy and rubbed my aching clit. He took just my big toe and did the same. “Oh, God, Raymond. Suck it. Suck it!” I screamed. I was going to come. A perfect stranger was making love to my feet and he was going to make me come. I worked my fingers over my clit frantically. I was so close!

Raymond guided my feet down to his lap. He sandwiched his cock between them and pumped against them slowly. “I can’t come until you do,” he said softly. “And I’m about to explode. Watching you fuck yourself while I love your feet — God, if you ever come back to my store, I’m going to fuck the hell out of you.”

That was it. I lost control as my climax ripped through me. I closed my eyes while I pinched and pulled at my clit, making myself come again and again. Raymond was fucking my feet harder and faster. I opened my eyes just in time.

“Thank you,” he moaned as he held my toes tight to the head of his cock. Then he erupted with a gush that shot up through my toes, bathing them in hot milky come.

“Oh, my God!” I cried as I watched him smear his slick, slippery gift over my feet, setting off my second climax.

Raymond pulled my thong from my purse and wiped my feet clean. He kept the undies, and never charged me for the heels.