Who knew that vintage shoes could kick start an intense streak of passion?

Eddie walked in when I was head-first and waist-deep in a pallet box of vintage clothes I’d won online in an auction. I was rummaging to the bottom to determine how many items would be suited for my small vintage shop.

I didn’t hear him come in; I just felt his hand slide along the swell of my ass, bunching my dress up as he went.

“This is a nice view.”

I stood up, hair swirling around my face in a cloud, clutching a lone saddle shoe in one hand and a stacked-heel sandal in the other. One looked circa 1950 something; the sandal screamed 80s. “What — my ass in the air?”

He grabbed me and kissed me.   “You know it. It’s one of the best sights there is.”

He eyed my mismatched prizes and cocked an eyebrow. “What’s this?”

“Inventory. I hope. This needs a mate, and so does this one!”

“What size?” he asked, a curious look in his eye.

I shrugged and thrust the shoes at him. “You tell me.” Then I dove back in to see what I could find. A minute or two later, I came up with the matches for the shoes and an entirely new pair, a pair of wooden-heeled slingbacks with big buckles from the 70s. I was victorious.

“Eight,” he said when I surfaced.

“Eight what?”

“These are eights,” he said, waving the shoes at me. “And these are — ” He checked the 70s slingbacks in my hand. “Eights also.” He smiled. It was a smile I didn’t recall ever seeing on his face.

“Why the grin?”

“You’re an eight,” he said.

I shook my head, laughing at his weirdness. “And — ?”

The shop was shut for the day but  he went to the front door, flipped the sign to CLOSED, and lowered the little frilly blind.

He came back toward me and put the saddle shoes in my hand. “Put these on. I want to fuck you while you wear them.”

I scoffed at first, then studied his face. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes bright, and most importantly, when I let my glance slide lower, his cock was hard. I held the shoes in one hand and slid my other hand along his crotch, letting my fingers play along the bulge behind his zipper.

He reached out and hauled me forward with a rough hand behind my neck. He kissed me, hard and desperate, and nipped my lower lip. My pussy responded with a wet urgent pleasure. Whatever this was, I was in.

I glanced around the store and found what I was looking for, a little pair of bobby socks I’d gotten at a thrift store. I was willing to lose the ten bucks I was asking for this. I put them on slowly, letting Eddie watch and — more importantly — wait. Then I put the saddle shoes on just as slowly.

I had worn a pretty, long-sleeved, full-skirted, red-and-black retro dress with a full skirt. The shoes went surprisingly well with the ensemble.

I dug an elastic band out from behind the sales counter and pulled my hair up in a jaunty ponytail. I was ready for the sock hop.

“How’s this?”

He didn’t answer me; he just got an intense look in his eye and came toward me fast. He wrapped his arms around me, tugged the very end of the ponytail so my insides jumped with excitement, and kissed me. He nipped my lower lip again and I suddenly found myself desperate to have him inside me, moving fast, fucking me.

He hiked me up onto the counter, making me squeal. He pushed my dress up around my waist, running his fingers along my inner thighs so I jumped around from the sensation. “Sit still,” he said, reaching the top of my thigh. His fingers skated along the elastic around the leg holes of my panties. His finger nudged the cleft of my pussy. I gasped and he put his mouth on mine, swallowing the sound.

“I can’t. It kinda tickles.”

“Does this tickle?” He pushed his fingers inside my underwear and stroked my wet slit. When I wiggled, he inched his finger inside my pussy, waiting until I reacted. Then he pushed it a bit further.

“No,” I managed. “That doesn’t tickle.”

“Good.” He slid his finger all the way in, curling it, moving it to see what kind of noises he could evoke from me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, letting my saddle shoes smack together so he could hear. “I really need you to fuck me,” I said.

“You don’t want me to eat your pussy first?”

“Not this time. This time, I just — I want you.”

“I like your shoes,” he said, looking down when I let them dangle and kick against the front of the counter.

“I like your big dick,” I said.

Eddie growled and shoved my dress up all the way. He tugged at my panties and I lifted my hips, letting him take them off. He undid his pants and pushed them down. His cock sprang free and I lifted my foot and rested the tip of my shoe on his thigh. He ran a finger along the place where the black and white leather met. I dropped my foot, parted my thighs further, and let him look at me. Red, flushed, swollen — beyond fucking ready.

He moved closer, grabbing my hips and tugging me toward him so that my ass was on the edge of the smooth, cool counter. Outside a snow plow went past, making its grinding noises. Dusk was falling.

He plunged into me, his cock hard and long. The angle was perfect and the excitement of this unexpected encounter helped even more. He stayed deep inside me, executing slow thrusts that drove him even deeper. His hands cupped my ass. His mouth caressed my throat.

“You’re so wet,” he said, moving back to bite my breast through my dress. My nipple went tight and hard and he started sucking it through the fabric.

The sensation traveled from breast to cunt, and when he plunged into me again, I came, echoing his words, “I’m so — wet.”

I hooked my legs behind his back, clicking the leather shoes together again so he was reminded they were there.

He held me tight then, fucking me fervently, and when he came he bit my neck before muttering, “Jesus” and then laughing.

He reared back to kiss me.

“That was good,” I said. I clenched my still-tender pussy around his softening cock. “Like really good.”

He kissed me again. “Yes. I agree. Maybe you should keep that pair.”

I nodded. “If you say so, handsome.”

I glanced over his shoulder at the other two pairs he’d been admiring. I had plans for them.

The next day we made plans to do lunch. He’d bring something to the shop and we’d sit in my tiny back room done up in the finest vintage 50s kitchen gear. I often opened it to customers for coffee and donuts, but today I was closing for lunch. I had also changed my clothes upon arriving at the store.

When Eddie walked in, I was in the kitchen area and I yelled, “Flip the sign and lock the door, please.”

I heard him laugh. “What, are we afraid someone is going to steal our kung pao chi — ” he broke off in mid-sentence when he saw me.

I wore an off-the-shoulder bubble dress circa 1980-something and the stacked wedge heels. I did a little model pose, curled my very 80s crimped hair around my finger, and blew a big pink bubble with my gum.

“Like, I was thinking, that like — maybe we could eat after we fucked.”

He dropped the sack of food on the table and took off his suit jacket. A shiver went through me at how fast he undressed.

He ran his hands along the turquoise cotton dress, studying it, then undid the buttons and pulled it over my head carefully, so as not to disturb the big black-and-white polka dot bow in my hair.

Beneath, I was bare.

“Fuck,” he said, staring at me as I stood there in my bow, my funky geometric dangle earrings, and my stacked wedge heels. Nothing more.

I pushed his chest until he took the hint and took a step back. He sat in one of the red upholstered chrome chairs and I got on my knees between his spread legs. I lowered my mouth, painted a cotton-candy pink with flavored lip gloss, onto his rigid cock and swallowed him down.

I was so turned-on, my pussy thumped wetly with a steady pulse of its own. I pushed my mouth down his shaft, challenging myself to take him all the way. I inhaled deeply and did just that. I felt his tip brush the back of my throat. I moaned, and it made Eddie moan. I put my hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit with slick fingers. I shoved them in my pussy, arching my fingers against my G-spot, feeling that sensation of pressure and fullness and pleasure. I went back to rubbing my clit as I sucked him off. I ran my fist up and down his spit-slick shaft and thumbed the tip of his cock, spreading his pre-come along the cap.

I played my tongue along the ridges of his erection and sighed when he buried his hand in my hair, pushed my head down, and thrusted upward to fill my mouth.

I hovered on the edge of coming, getting myself right there, then backing off so that my body was in a beautiful state of torture.

Eddie pulled my hair to move my head and stood up quickly, a penetrating look in his eyes. He spun me and I let out a little whoop, my hair flying as I moved. He planted my hands on the Formica tabletop and knocked my stance wide with his knee. Wetness from my pussy made the tops of my thighs slick. My breath caught, my heart pounded. I was beyond horny and I wanted him in me that instant.

He didn’t make me wait long. He grabbed my hips and pushed into me. I stood on my tiptoes even in my stacked shoes. I glanced back and caught him in my peripheral vision, holding my hips, rocking into me, staring down at my lovely 80s footwear.

“Your legs look amazing in those shoes,” he grunted.

I squeezed my pussy tightly around him and laughed. “Our sex is amazing when I’m in these shoes.”

He nodded. He bent over me, flattened his torso to my back, and his mouth came down on my shoulder. He licked me, kissed me, and finally bit me. I felt my pussy contract around him and I muttered, “Again. Do that again.”

He did it again and I slid my hand underneath to touch my clitoris. His big body pushed so much air out of me I felt lightheaded, but the angle was perfect and with every thrust he hit my G-spot. I rubbed my clit with trembling fingers and when he bit me again, I came so hard my heels raised out of my sexy 80s shoes.

He straightened up, planted a hand on the small of my back, and fucked me so hard the table jiggled across the floor inch by inch. I raised my right leg, letting the shoe brush his calf and that was that. Eddie came with a bellow that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

He rested his mouth against my shoulder before straightening and helping me stand. “That was amazing,” he said.

“You think I need this pair, too?” I asked coyly.

“Maybe we just hang onto them for a little while.”

I laughed. “Maybe.”

“Now we eat? I’m starving!”

I nodded, putting my dress back on and attempting to fix my hair. “Me, too.”

As we ate Chinese food, I was already plotting my final ensemble in my mind. I’d gotten quite a bit of stock from that pallet of clothing, but I’d gotten a spectacular unexpected bonus — amazing sex.

The following day was a big holiday sidewalk sale for my store and the surrounding shops. When I reminded Eddie of that, his face fell. I pulled on a retro chick pantsuit and smiled. I knew he was thinking of those wooden slingback heels. And so was I. I’d already handled it, but he didn’t need to know.

“Which reminds me, after you show that house today, will you be coming home early?”

“Yeah. I have nothing after that. Why? You want me to figure out dinner?”

“That would be great,” I said. I kissed him and when he lingered, I hooked my fingers in the front of his waistband and deepened the kiss.

“Oh, woman, you drive me nuts,” he said.

“That’s the plan.” I gave him a longer kiss, then hurried out. I had on a pair of low brown heels which he didn’t even give a second glance. It was all I could manage to not laugh.

I left Marissa, my second in command, in charge of the last hour of the sale. Eddie had texted that he was home and plotting dinner. I snagged the wooden 70s slingbacks, slid my feet into them, and out the door I went.

When I came into the house, it was hard to quiet my approach. Wooden heels on a hardwood floor aren’t stealthy.

He peeked his head out and said, “You’re home!” Then his gaze slid lower to my vintage shoes and he came out of the kitchen slowly, wiping his hands on a towel. “Why are you home?”

“Because we’re on our last pair of shoes and I can’t stop thinking about fucking you,” I said. Then I turned and walked through the living room, up the steps, and toward the bedroom.

It was only seconds before I heard his footsteps on the stairs after me.

I stood in the bedroom and waited. When he showed up, I pointed. “Why don’t you take your clothes off and get on the bed like a good boy?”

His eyebrows went up but I noticed his cock was up, too.

He stripped quickly while I slowly undressed. I took off the vest first, a lovely vintage blouse with a bow at the neck. Then the pants. They were bell bottoms, so they slid right down and I was able to step free of them without taking off the shoes. My panties were trickier, but I managed. I ditched my bra and dropped it on the floor.

“Today’s ensemble is seventies-inspired,” I said softly. I climbed onto the bed and moved toward him. “And the seventies were an era of strong, independent, empowered women.”

His cock was standing at attention, ramrod straight, and ready for me to sink down on it. I wrapped my hand around it, caressing him, stroking him. His breathing was labored and he thrust up into my hand.

“Ah, behave,” I told him. “We’ll get there.”

He groaned as I used a feather-light touch on his shaft. I slid my fingertips over the tip and leaned in to drop a single kiss on his cockhead before taking him in my mouth for a few seconds.

Eddie groaned as I smiled. I moved up over him, straddled his hips, and slid his cock along my wet slit, dragging it over my clit repeatedly to get that friction. I was wet and ready and had been thinking about this all day long. I put him in me and smiled down at him. “Just the tip, right?”

Another groan and I took pity, sinking down just a little more. I took him into my pussy inch by inch, making it last, dragging it out, until we were both panting like we’d been running. I leaned over and he wrapped his arms around me. I kissed him and my hair fell around us like a curtain. I moved my hips and he lost his patience this time, thrusting up hard and fast into my pussy.

He held my ass with his big hands and moved in time with my rocking hips. Being on top was exquisite. His big cock brushed all the tender, swollen, needy places inside of me that needed his attention. I rocked my hips, getting him deeper. I straightened and he was inside me so far it took my breath.

Eddie reached up and cupped my breasts in his hands. He squeezed and kneaded and finally played with my nipples until I felt those sensations in my cunt. I squeezed around him as we moved. I rolled my hips from side to side, getting him just where I wanted him and when he pinched my nipples again, I came hard and fast.

“Jesus, baby,” he said as my pussy spasmed around his cock.

I moved slower, working his dick, making him suffer just a little.

He looked up at me with those big brown eyes and said, “I know you’re a strong, independent 70s woman, but I really want to flip you over, fuck you fast and hard, and come inside you.”

I groaned at his words. My cunt flexed with fresh arousal.

“I can live with that,” I whispered.

He moved fast, sitting up, throwing me off-balance, shifting me onto hands and knees. I shoved a pillow under my belly as he moved behind me. Eddie grabbed my hips and growled. I could feel the shoes biting into the white landscape of the bedsheets. I knew he was looking. I knew that was getting him off.

I flexed my ankles so that the shoes moved against the linens.

He grabbed my hips and slid his cock into me quickly. I was so fucking wet I could feel how slippery we both were.

His fingers slid along my ass crack, teasing my back hole, and that alone almost pushed me right into another orgasm.

“Baby, baby, baby,” he chanted as he pounded into me.

“Fuck me,” I said. “Just like that — ”

He angled himself just so and managed to brush my swollen G-spot expertly.

“Fuck, don’t move, right there — ” I slammed my body back to take him, digging the front of the shoes into the bed for traction.

He pushed his finger into my ass, and that’s when I lost it. A second orgasm blasted through me, wetness rolling down my inner thighs. Eddie pounded me harder. His rhythm was chaotic and desperate. He added a second finger to my back hole, aided by my own juices.

“Come for me, baby,” I begged. “Come for me.”

Eddie grunted and gave another rough, deep thrust before coming. He said my name softly as he spilled into me.

We collapsed to the bed, laughing.

I laid there on my back next to him, raised my leg, and pointed my toe so we could both admire the lovely shoes that had added the right spice to this particular encounter.

“I think those are keepers, too.”

My phone pinged and I reached over him. “I have to check. I left Marissa in charge for the last hour and for closing.” When I read the message, I giggled.

“What’s so funny?” His hands skated down the curve of my hip and over my buttocks.

“I just won an auction I bid on last week.”

“Why is that funny?”

“About half the lot is — ”

“Is?”

“Shoes,” I said.

He grinned. “I’d like to volunteer my help unpacking those.”