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 Sally takes me shopping for shoes, with a sexy difference... Part 1

‘Come on,’ Sally said, one Saturday morning, ‘we’re going shopping.’

I groaned at the thought. Sally said she wanted some new shoes, then mentioned the fun we’d had with flashing previously and thought we might combine the two and see where it led. I perked up at this so we went to get ready. I sat on the bed watching as she dressed; she wrapped her black six strap suspender belt around her waist, then pulled on a pair of creamy nylons with black seams. I watched her smooth the nylon over her legs and fuss over the seams, all the while my cock was getting harder at the thought of what was to come. This was followed by a pair of skin tight sheer French knickers, which moulded themselves to her neatly waxed pussy. Then came a black plunge bra that barely covered her firm round tits, a wrap over top which afforded a tantalising view of the curve of her breast and a skirt which stopped ¾ of the way to her knees and was sufficiently loose to fall back enough to show her stocking tops if she crossed her legs.

We arrived in town, parked the car and started to walk around the shopping mall. Sally’s attire was enough to draw admiring looks from most of the men around and more than the odd disdainful one from the ladies accompanying them!

We began looking into the various shoe shops without much joy, then we came across one that seemed to have a very good selection of stilettos, and other sexy styles. We ventured in and browsed around for a few minutes, before Sally pointed out some strappy black numbers with a shiny steel heel and an ankle strap.

‘What about those?’ I said, pointing to a pair of decidedly sexy thigh length boots.

‘Mmm.’ she giggled ‘Let’s see if that nice young man would like to help me.’

I moved away a little and watched as she went over to a rather handsome guy in his early twenties, whose name badge announced that he was called Nick. He seemed kind of familiar, but I dismissed the thought. Sally pointed out the shoes and then the boots. He disappeared into the back of the shop and she gave me an impish smile as she sat down to wait. I made as if I was browsing but made sure I could watch the proceedings, as he headed back with the goodies.

Nick knelt in front of Sally as she slipped off her shoes.

‘I think we’ll try the shoes first.’ I heard her say to him in her best husky voice as she pointed at the strappy shoes.

He took them from the box and offered one to her.

‘You’ll need to help me, as they look a little awkward to put on.’ she said.

He glanced up at her and she smiled her most disarming smile at him.

‘Uh, sure.’ he said.

Keeping her legs together, she offered him her foot; he took it and slipped the shoe on, clasping the strap around her ankle. She made a point of leaning over to look at it, her breasts squeezing together as she did, then moved her foot as if to view the inside, parting her legs a little. He couldn’t resist a furtive glance up her skirt and the look on his face as he caught a glimpse of stocking top, was priceless.

She offered her other foot, parting her legs slightly again as she did so. As he slipped her foot into the shoe he ran his hand fleetingly over the back of her ankle, before securing the strap. Sally stood and walked away from him towards the mirror; his eyes followed her every move, clearly mentally undressing her as she went and examined the shoes. She turned and walked back, resuming her seat.

‘Now the boots, I think.’ she said.

He nodded and unfastened the shoes, slipping them from her feet, then picked up one of the long black boots and unzipped it.

‘You’ll have to lift your foot a little higher.’ he said.

Sally obliged and separated her knees to allow him to slip the glossy leather onto her leg. As he began to push the zip upward, she had to open her legs a little more, but this, of course, was all in the game plan. Same again with the other boot and he was now practically staring right up her skirt. Once again he never took his eyes off her as she went to examine the boots in the mirror. She returned to the seat again and he removed the boots.

‘Mmm, I’m not sure.’ she said.

‘Um, perhaps there’s something else you’d like to try?’ he replied almost too hastily.

‘No, I don’t think so.’ she said and he looked crestfallen. ‘But I might come back later, once I’ve had a think about them.’ she added with a smile.

‘Oh, right, um, I’m on lunch between 1 and 2, so if you’d like to come outside of those times I’d be happy to help.’

He stood there holding one of the boots in front of him, no doubt to conceal the bulge in the front of his trousers. Sally smiled and said that she would, then turned and left the shop.

I followed and caught up with her a couple of doors down.

‘I think he enjoyed that, don’t you?’ she said cheekily.

‘I’m sure he did, I know I did.’ I replied.

‘Mmm, me too.’ she said, ‘It’s got my pussy all wet!’

‘Perhaps you should go back and give him another show then.’ I suggested.

‘That is the plan.’ she giggled. Then she cocked her head thoughtfully and grinned at me. ‘Come on, I have an idea.’

She dragged me into a clothes shop, where she picked up a skirt and headed off to the changing rooms. A couple of minutes later she emerged and gave the skirt to an assistant and headed for the exit.

Outside, I looked at her inquisitively and said ‘What was all that about?’

She smiled and opened her handbag. Looking in I saw her knickers, she took them out and passed them to me, explaining her plan. When she finished she asked what I thought.

‘The answer’s in my trousers.’ I said, with which she quickly ran her hand over my crotch.

‘My, my, you are excited, aren’t you?’ I just raised my eyebrows and grinned.

We looked in a few shops and at about twenty to one headed back to the shoe shop to put Sally’s plan into action. Nick was just finishing serving a customer and looked up as she entered the store. I had come in a couple of seconds ahead of her and taken up a position to view from, pretending to browse the shoes. Another member of staff approached Sally.

‘I’ll be with you in a minute, I put those shoes aside for you.’ Nick called over, again almost too hastily.

He finished with the customer he was serving, picked up the boxes containing the shoes for Sally and headed over to her. The other member of staff was engaging a new customer as Nick unpacked the shoes and Sally sat down. He removed her shoes as she asked to try the boots again. He offered up the first boot, cupping her heel in his hand and she raised and slightly parted her legs. From my vantage point to the side, I could see he was pretty well looking right up her skirt, although keeping his head down, so that it was not too obvious. As I watched, Sally raised her leg a little more, widening the gap between her knees and, as she did so, I heard him gasp quietly, little more really than a sharp intake of breath and, as his eyes widened, I knew that he was looking straight at my wife’s naked pussy.

Sally leant forward and smiled, speaking to him in a hushed tone and he flushed and glanced round guiltily to see if anyone was looking. Turning back to her he nodded and she widened the gap between her knees as he zipped up the boot. He lifted the second boot onto her other foot and fixed his stare between her knees as he did it up. She stood and walked over to where I was stood, whispering to me as she checked the boots in the mirror.

‘I told him I’d taken my knickers off specially and asked if he was enjoying the show.’

Then she returned to the seat and repeated the same with the shoes. Finished, she announced that she would take both pairs and Nick gathered them up and led her to the cash desk. As he began ringing up the prices in the till, I wandered over and stood next to her, holding out my credit card, his face was a picture as he looked from her to me. He handed back my card and the receipt and I held out my hand to him, he was unsure of what was happening.

Sally leant over and said ‘A little souvenir.’

He took the offering and looked at it, flushing again as he realised I had just handed him Sally’s knickers, which he quickly shoved into his pocket.

We left the shop headed for a nearby café. We sat chatting when Sally suddenly waved.

‘Hi Nick, are you on your lunch break? Why don’t you join us?’

He was clearly unsure so I said ‘Sure, pull up a chair.’

He sat down and the waitress came and took his order. Sally was busy adjusting her position, crossing her legs in order to offer him a glimpse of her stocking tops.

‘So, you enjoyed the show, then? I know I did.’ I said.

All the poor lad could do was nod meekly. Sally leant across and placed a hand on his thigh.

‘No need to be shy’’ she said ‘we enjoyed doing it, don’t feel guilty about enjoying it.’

‘But…erm…you…uh, he’s your…’ he looked at me dumbfounded.

‘Mate, I have a beautiful wife who I like to show off, she happens to like showing off too. Ok, I suppose it’s a bit difficult to understand, but we both like it.’

Something Nick said caught my attention. Suddenly I knew why he seemed familiar. It turned out that he had been the young guy who had been passing back and forth then sat close by on our previous flashing trip.

As we chatted over lunch, I noticed an older guy sat a couple of tables off to our right, reading a newspaper; he was also getting an eyeful of Sally’s thigh into the bargain, he had adjusted his newspaper so that he could look over it, thinking it was none too obvious. I mentioned him to Sally who smiled across at him and he quickly raised the paper to hide his embarrassment. I looked away but kept watch out of the corner of my eye, as Sally adjusted her legs slightly revealing a little more stocking top in his direction and he was soon watching her avidly again. A short while later a woman came up and sat at his table, suddenly his demeanour changed; obviously his wife then. He looked a little flustered as he quickly folded his paper and placed it in his lap. Again, Sally and I laughed and he flushed at being caught out, but quickly regained his composure before his wife cottoned on.

We sat and chatted together for the next 45 minutes or so, with Sally changing position every once in a while to keep Nick’s interest firmly below her waistline. As he went to leave to return to work he was a little unsure what to say.

‘Would you like to meet up with us for a couple of drinks this evening? I can promise you some more interesting viewing.’ Sally said.

He was taken by surprise, as was I, was this leading where I thought (and hoped) it may be?

‘Um…’ he looked at me and I just raised my eyebrows enquiringly and smiled at him. ‘Err, OK.’ he said.

We made arrangements to pick him up and he left. I was too excited to speak. We finished our coffee and headed off to the car park. All the way there my mind was racing. Since her holiday tales, we had spoken regularly about a threesome, agreeing that the third party would have to be the “right candidate”. Was this the right guy? He was certainly a good-looking sort, fairly tall, slim and well groomed and Sally had clearly been taken with him.

We reached the car and got in. I turned and looked at her; she smiled at me as I reached my hand under the hem of her skirt, running it up the inside of her thigh. My hand reached the top of her thigh and as I ran it over the lips of her pussy, I felt the moisture of her sex. My finger traced its way over her clit and she let out a soft moan as her body quivered.

‘That certainly turned you on.’ I said.

‘Speak for yourself.’ she giggled, as she gripped the bulge in the front of my trousers ‘Anyway, let’s get home, I feel so horny, we can talk about it while we fuck.’

On arriving home, we went into the living room and she sat on a low stool.

‘Would you like to see what Nick saw?’ she asked.

I knelt in front of her and she offered up one of her feet. I took hold as she raised her foot and parted her knees, just as she had in the shop. Her pussy was in clear view, framed beautifully by her nylon-clad thighs. I ran my hand up the inside of her leg, until I reached her stocking top, where I gently stroked the creamy flesh of her thigh.

‘So, what’s this all about, asking him if he wanted to meet up?’ I enquired.

She giggled and lent forward to kiss me, her tongue probing my mouth as I pushed the hem of her skirt up; I responded with my own tongue, the question momentarily forgotten. My hands were now roaming over the outside of her thighs, over the elasticated suspenders and on up over her hips. I pushed back the opening of her top and reached inside, my hand wandering over the lacy material of her bra. Her breathing was becoming heavier as I unclasped the front of the bra and her breasts sprang free. I cupped them with my hands, gently tweaking and rolling her nipples between my fingers, then lowered my mouth to one of her nipples and moved my hand to begin working on her clit. Sally began describing how she had felt in the shoe shop.

‘…I just felt so horny, he was kind of cute, so I thought, why not give him a show. So, when he came by the café, I just acted on impulse and invited him over. I was so turned on; I just had to see where it might lead.’

By now I could feel her juices starting to flow, her pussy becoming moist under my fingers.

‘Would you like to watch him fuck me? she asked.

I looked up at her and gently slid my fingers into her as I replied ‘I’d love to, your holiday tales, the photos and the videos were great, but you know it’s always been a fantasy of mine to actually watch you fucking with another guy.’

We kissed again then I moved down to begin licking at her clit. She continued to talk, as I licked and sucked her to orgasm, telling me what she wanted to happen, how the thought of me watching excited her and at what point I should join in. Then, as we fucked, we formulated the plan of attack, acting out the positions. We spent the afternoon lazing around and refining the plan.