The first apartment I ever rented all by myself was an entire floor in a former industrial building downtown that had retail space in the lobby. I loved the peace and quiet of no roommates, but with no one else to share the bills, I needed a job — and fast.

Fortunately for me — in more ways than one — one of the vacant shop spaces in my building got a new tenant around the same time I’d moved in. The plate glass windows, which had been covered up by newspaper, soon transformed into a beautiful display of expensive and very sexy shoes. All designer items imported from Europe, by the looks of them.

The sight of all that cock-hardening footwear stopped me in my tracks and made me catch my breath. As a six-foot-two guy with size 13 feet, I have zero desire to wear women’s shoes myself. But I can never resist a gal in heels! Summertime is also a thrill for me, when all of those perfectly pedicured toes are on full display in strappy sandals. Hell, I can even groove on wedges and flip-flops. But if we’re strictly talking about aesthetics, elegant heels paired with a stunning woman’s feet will make my dick throb every time.

Initially, I was so mesmerized by the Italian leather beauties enveloping the mannequin’s feet that I didn’t notice the woman inside the shop. But when she waved in my direction, the movement of her hand caught my eye. I looked over and froze, feeling my face get hot. I was so fixated on the shoes that I felt like I’d been discovered with my hand on my cock!

The woman in the store was shapely with long dark hair and incredible legs. She was wearing a pair of beige pumps that somewhat matched her skin tone and set off her already perfect pins even more. She smiled and waved again, and I realized I was probably wearing a ridiculously startled look on my face. I darted toward the lobby exit like a total loser.

Yeah, she was a hottie, but she’d caught me completely off guard. It would be a couple days before I worked up the courage to check out the shoe boutique again. But when I did, I spied a “help wanted” sign in the window that proved impossible to ignore.

At that moment the stars aligned. I loved shoes, and I needed a job.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm my nerves before I stepped inside the store. Sure enough, the woman I’d seen earlier was there. She wore a satin blouse and white skirt with bright pink suede sandals — and her toenails were polished a metallic gold!

Renee greeted me warmly, and I stuttered, “I — uh, I saw the help wanted sign.”

My thoughts began to race: Maybe this is a mistake. She’s going to think I’m a creeper.

“You stopped by the other day, right? I remember your face.”

“Um, yes. I was checking out the window display.”

“I get it. I’ve always found designer footwear irresistible,” she said, gesturing to a rack of exquisite shoes. “That’s why I figured I should just open my own store.”

I was feeling shy, but given my proclivities, it didn’t help my rattled nerves to look down at the woman’s shoes. So there I was: torn between her alluring eyes and her sandal-clad feet.

“Have you worked in sales before?” she asked. She was either oblivious to my sweet suffering or she enjoyed it; I found out later it was the latter.

“Yes, but in electronics,” I ventured, trying to compose myself.

“Well, something tells me you’ll have a knack for ladies’ footwear. I need someone to dress sharp and give excellent customer service. Are you game for that?”

I nodded, feeling a little more in control. I also told her I had lots of experience with computers and could help manage her inventory database.

“That’s great,” she said. “I need someone to help me work out the kinks.”

Something told me her use of the word “kink” was not accidental.

But I was a lock for the job when I told her I lived in the building and was available to help her open in the mornings. She hired me on the spot.

“You’re going to be great at this job,” Renee said knowingly.

I hoped she didn’t notice the erection that had sprung up in my pants. But there was no way for me to tamp down my enthusiasm. The idea of being surrounded by so many gorgeous pairs of shoes — in such close proximity to Renee — was thrilling me in a big way.

I made sure I was 15 minutes early for my first shift. The gates were down, but Renee was inside the shop, wearing a scoop-neck top and a trendy black skirt with gold gladiator-style sandals. She let me in and locked the door behind me, so we could get the store prepped without any customer interference.

“Those shoes look incredible on you,” I confessed.

“Don’t they?” She grinned. “I figure I’ll sell more if people can see them in action.”

“Totally,” I said.

“I have a new pair of Italian pumps in red leather that I want to try, too. Want to help me try them on?”

“Of course,” I replied, fetching the black box by the register at her request. I lifted the lid as I walked back to her. My dick throbbed as I admired the pumps nestled in crinkly tissue paper and told her, “These are stunning.”

“I figured you’d like them,” Renee replied, sitting down. I immediately knelt before her to remove the gladiator sandals. 

“Good customer service, right?” I said, trying to mask my excitement over getting to touch her feet.

“Carlos, we’re both adults,” Renee said softly. “I think we might have something pretty big in common.” She rubbed her bare foot over my stomach, letting her toes linger just above my belt buckle. “What do you think?”

I looked down at her foot and mustered the courage to say, “I think you’re right.”

Taking hold of her ankle and lifting her foot to my lips, I kissed her toes. Then I gently slid her foot into one of the pumps.

“Ooh,” Renee gushed, while examining her shod foot. “How gorgeous!”

I caressed the immaculate vamp, leaning closer to her as I asked, “May I?”

“Of course.”

I kissed the shapely toe box and dragged my lips down the side of the vamp; my tongue lingered at the edge of the stiletto heel.

“Go on,” she said. “You know you want to.”

I put the pristine heel in my mouth, slowly sucking on it, while I lovingly caressed the top of her foot. When I looked up, I saw Renee had hiked up her skirt and was stroking her slick cunt — and she wasn’t wearing panties, either.

The sight of her shoes, her thigh-high nylons — and her bare pussy — inflamed my arousal. My erection strained against my pants as I helped her step into the other red shoe.

“Mmm, they’re perfect.” She extended her legs, turning her feet this way and that to admire the gleaming heels. “What do you think?”

Before I could speak, she probed my bulge with her left foot, letting the spiky heel needle my poor cock.

“I can’t think right now,” I sputtered.

“I love your honesty, Carlos.” She laughed softly. “I have an idea.”

With that, she reached over, pulled me closer and unzipped my fly. I closed my eyes, and a second later, Renee’s mouth enveloped the head of my cock.

She swirled her tongue around my crown, then eagerly swallowed me. I was nearly out of control and practically face-fucking her. I’d never encountered a woman with such incredible oral skills — or confidence. I reached down and held her hair away from her face. With another loud slurp, she released me from her mouth and looked quite pleased with herself.

At that point, I pulled her into my arms. We kissed and quickly undressed each other. She had teardrop-shaped C-cup tits and a smooth shaven pussy. She kept her shoes and thigh-high stockings on and led me over to a velvet sofa in the corner.

Renee reclined on the couch and stroked her pussy, while I resumed worshiping her legs and pumps.

“You’re making me so horny!” she gasped.

With her leather-clad feet nestled against my torso, I teased her wet pussy with my tongue.

As I licked her slippery snatch, Renee moaned and rubbed her shoes against my sides while demanding, “Suck my clit!”

She tugged at my hair and egged me on, and for my efforts, I was rewarded with a delightful torrent of girl juice when she climaxed.

“You’re really something, Carlos,” Renee sighed, gently teasing my sac with her right stiletto. “Have you ever played like this before?”

I shook my head and confessed, “My last girlfriend got mad when I wanted to suck her toes.”

Renee looked momentarily sympathetic, but then she shrugged and said, “C’est la vie. Her loss is my gain!”

I beamed, feeling a wave of newfound confidence wash over me.

“I’m glad you feel that way,” I confided before once again kissing the toes of her red pumps.

“That’s a good boy,” Renee said, reaching down to stroke her wet pussy again. “But I need your cock inside me.”

She lay back, and I draped her legs over my shoulders, enjoying the sensation of her heels against my back as I plowed her. She gasped with pleasure as I reamed her snatch. Fucking Renee was a regular carnival ride. Her snug cunt, jiggling tits and lust for shoes rocked my world. I looked up and saw the many reflections of us fucking in the wraparound mirrors — while we were surrounded by so many shoes — and it wasn’t long before I reached my limit and exploded deep inside her.

That first fuck was only the beginning, though. With Renee’s guidance and encouragement, I finally got to explore my submissive side, which I’d previously been too shy to do with other lovers. Today, I’m proud to be Renee’s foot slave, whether that means polishing her newest pumps with my tongue or being a human ottoman for her tired feet to rest on.

I’m also happy to report Renee’s business is thriving right alongside our foot fetish adventures — and it’s all down to our perfect fit.