Sarah and I hadn’t been dating that long. But when we stumbled across a pair of saddle shoes at the thrift store, I didn’t hesitate to blurt out, “God, please fucking get those.”

“These?” she asked, laughing. “They’re hideous.”

To her, perhaps — but they made my dick hard like nothing else.

The first chick I’d ever gotten hot and heavy with had worn saddle shoes to a Halloween party as part of her ’50s sock hop costume. I’m not ashamed to admit that I came all over them before our makeout session was over.

“I know. But I like them. A lot,” I told her, pushing up against her from behind, so she could feel my hard-on.

She released another laugh and observed, “Apparently, you do.”

Sarah turned to me quickly, her long blonde hair flying, and said, “I’ll buy them and wear them on one condition.”

“Which is?”

“You tell me why they make you horny.” She bumped her hip against me — against my hard-on. “And as horny as hell, apparently.”

“Deal.”

She bought the shoes. Just knowing they were in the bag in the backseat of the car made me want to pull over and jerk off. Somehow, all my youthful joys about love and sex and arousal were bound up in a pair of black and white shoes.

As soon as we were in her house, Sarah took the shoes into the kitchen as was her ritual with thrift store footwear. She’d wipe them down and hit them with sanitizing spray.

I didn’t think I’d be able to wait for her to finish.

She leaned against the counter casually and eyed me up and down. My dick was still stiff. The outline of my bulge was clearly evident in my jeans.

“So, you like these, huh?” she remarked before pulling a clean cloth from beneath the sink, turning on the warm water and soaping it up. Then she began to wipe down the shoes. Slowly. Sensually. Seductively. Or had I lost my mind?

“I do like them.”

“Tell me the story.”

“The first girl I ever came in front of was Melissa. She was dressed like she was at a ’50s sock hop for Halloween. She looked so good, and she was nice, and she let me touch her when we kissed.”

Sarah stroked the tongue of the shoe with the rag as I talked. My cock jerked in my pants, and I tried to catch my breath.

“Go on,” she said patiently.

“We made out in the laundry room away from everybody else. She touched me. Like really touched me.”

“Uh-huh. Go on.” She was wiping down the sides of the shoe as if trying to turn it on.

It was turning me on.

“She slid her hand into my pants, held my dick and stroked it. She wasn’t super good at it, but just being touched. Jesus Christ. That was insane.”

Sarah leaned forward and kissed me roughly. She bit my lower lip and pulled back enough to give it a tug, and I thought I’d come in my pants.

“Go ahead,” she said.

I unzipped and took my dick in my hand. I started to stroke myself as she rubbed the shoes. She continued rubbing, while I continued my tale.

“We made out, and I had my hand on her breast. She had huge tits, and I was squeezing. Her nipple was hard. I remember that.”

“Uh-huh.” The rag and her hand slid into the shoe and then out in a hypnotic rhythm.

“We wanted to fuck. But not there. Not in the laundry room with drunk college students carrying on nearby. Besides, we didn’t want to get caught.”

I took a gulp of air and went on: “I felt like I was vibrating. I was so close to coming. She kissed me really hard and then whispered, ‘You should go ahead and jerk off. You should come. I want to see you come.’”

Sarah kissed me, and I moaned.

“I took out my cock and just went at it,” I said, bring my tale to its end.

Sarah watched me avidly. Her gaze made my story feel that much hotter.

“You should aim for this part,” Sarah said softly. She pointed to a white section of the shoe. “This nice clean spot. You should make it dirty. You dirty, dirty boy.”

I gasped as I came. I shot my load on the shoe as directed, watching my come rain down on the leather.

I was panting as Sarah leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue slid along my lower lip, her teeth nibbled my lip.

“Once they’ve sat for a bit I’ll wear them. They need to be thoroughly cleaned, and you need to wait.”

She sent me upstairs, and I obeyed. It felt like an eternity before I heard her footsteps on the stairs.

Sarah swished into the room with a swing of her hips. She was wearing white bobby socks, a little plaid skirt and a white blouse with a small red tie around her neck. And the shoes.

It was spot-on.

The shoes were so clean, so nice and so perfect I thought I might die of happiness.

“You look very excited, naughty boy,” she said. “I think you should drop to your knees and worship me.”

I went on my knees, bent and kissed her shoes. She let me have my moment and then she lifted her skirt and the crinoline beneath it.

“Worship a little higher. Look at how shiny those shoes are for you. Eat my pussy. Show me how grateful you are.”

I had no problem doing that. I slid my tongue along her warm, plump folds. I found her clitoris and nuzzled it. I sucked on her, lapped at her and gave every inch of her tender flesh my absolute attention until she was moaning uncontrollably.

Sarah thrust her hips forward, eager for more, so I slipped my fingers inside her. I pushed them deep and slid them against the slick warmth of her tunnel. I curled them just so and felt her knees sag.

I doubled the intensity my oral attention, licking tight little circles over her clit.

She grabbed the back of my head and banged against my mouth.

When she came, she pulled my hair. Her juices coated my tongue and slickened my chin.

“That’s a good, good man,” she said.

I stood, and Sarah pushed me roughly until the back of my legs hit the bed and I sat down hard. She forced me onto my back and greedily tore open my pants. She shoved up my tee, and I rose from the mattress just long enough to whip it off over my head.

Tugging down my jeans, she bared my cock. It sprang free, hard and flushed.

“Stiff again already, huh? Those are some powerful shoes.”

With a wicked smile, Sarah straddled me, keeping her skirt hiked high at her waist. She slid the saddle shoes against my calves as she sat on me and took my cock inside her, making sure I felt the buffed leather against my legs.

She surprised me then by rolling off me for a moment. She skated the tip of one saddle shoe up my thigh. She dragged it over the top of my cock, then she slid it down the other thigh. She wedged the toe between my legs. Not too hard, not too soft. The smell of clean shoes and rubber soles made my head ring and my whole body tremble.

My cock was so hard it ached. My jaw hurt from clenching it. My dick jerked eagerly, and she sighed.

Sarah got on her knees and straddled me again. Then she took my cock in her hand and slid the head along her wet slit. She lowered herself just an inch, then pulled back.

I groaned and bucked my hips, clutching the bedsheets in my fists.

Then the tease slowly lowered herself onto my prick. When she was fully seated, she rocked from side to side. Her eyes drifted shut as she rode me. Her internal muscles squeezed my shaft, and it flashed through my mind that I was going to come.

I couldn’t do that. Not yet, at least.

I bit my tongue, feeling the seductive slide of the saddle shoes against my legs.

She rocked faster and faster as she clutched my shoulders. Her pussy gripped my cock, giving it a hard squeeze. Her snatch was beyond warm and wet, and I wanted to empty my load into her. But I also wanted to let her run the show.

Sarah pulled off me and let her skirt drop. Her lips slid along my chest and my belly. She reached my cock and sucked the head into her mouth. She drew on me, and when I sighed, she drew on me again.

When I was right there — right at the edge of climaxing — she let me go. Posing by the side of the bed, she turned her back to me and bent at the waist. I saw the flash of her ass beneath the crumpled skirt.

With her rear exposed, she slipped off one shoe, then the other.

My cock felt like it might explode.

Sarah came back to me and dragged the edge of one shoe against the crown of my cock. The sensation was exquisite.

She did it over and over again until I was desperate for an orgasm.

Then she placed the shoes on my thighs.

“Do it,” she hissed, sitting next to me on the bed. “Come all over those pretty shoes. Mess them up. Make a mess, baby.”

I groaned, grabbed my cock and went for it. I jerked off furiously as she watched, grinning at me like I was doing the best thing ever.

“Are you going to come, baby?”

I nodded, chewing my lower lip. Sexy images flashed through my mind as I stroked myself: The first time I kissed Melissa. When she told me to come. Her skirt. And now Sarah. Cleaning the shoes, wearing the shoes, her filthy mouth and her hot, wet pussy.

Sarah picked up a shoe, rubbed the white leather against my dick. I lost my composure and swore softly as I came and once again splashed the leather with my load.

She laughed softly and kissed me before saying, “We should go thrifting more often. I learn so much about you.”