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After a divorce and early retirement, pre-Covid, I was bored. I had worked in corporate communications and now I was wondering what to do with my time. Out of the blue I got a call from Mary, my ex-sister in law. Mary was a store manager for a high end clothing and shoe store. We had always been friends and our bond wasn’t broken when I split up with her sister.

After a little chitchat I asked, “What’s up?”

Mary said, “I need a favor. My ladies shoe manager needs some time off. I haven’t found anyone to step into his position. I know you have some time on your hands, so I’m asking for your help.”

I laughed and said, “Mary, what are you thinking? I’ve never done any retail work, much less manage a department.”

“It’s no problem, I’ll have someone take care of the inventory and books. I need you to be the face of the department. We have very high end clients and you would take care of them.”

The way she explained what she wanted me to do intrigued me. Plus, I have always loved women’s feet. I don’t know if I have a fetish, but I’ve thought a beautiful woman’s feet are a particularity sexy part of the female anatomy. On top of everything, Mary was offering me a salary that would nicely augment my retirement account.

Mary said, “One more thing. At times you will have to make personal deliveries to some of our clients homes.”

I thought about Mary’s offer for a minute. “Okay, I’m in.”

The next week was a whirlwind. Mary gave me a three month training program in three days. True to her word the operational pieces of managing the ladies shoe department was handed off to up and coming young talent. My primary role was to cater to the store’s high end clientele. That was accomplished by private, one on one meeting with high rollers. I would receive an showing request, set up the appointment, then guide the ladies through the fitting and sales. I also learned from Mary that an unspoken agreement existed. Each private showing guaranteed a minimum of $2500.00 in sales. I thought that a woman would have to buy fifty pairs of shoes to come even close to this number. Then I learned that one pair Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes could cost $4000.00 or more! I finally realized these private showings were a huge money maker and I understood the urgency to keep the “face” of the department ready and available.

Secretly, I was excited to meet and touch the feet of rich, sexy women. The most important skill I was taught was sizing a woman’s feet. I practiced on Mary and other women in the store and walked around with a perpetual hard on. Even if I wasn’t touching my coworkers feet practicing on them, each time I though of this, which was often, my cock would immediately start filling up making my seven inches as hard as a rock. Mary told me that she had always liked the style of dress that I used for work, but now she gave me $2500.00 to step up my wardrobe.

My first day at work was hectic. I had been trying to learn all that I could, but I quickly became a facilitator between women looking and Ankara bayan escort our experienced sales staff. I would hang on the fringes listening and learning as much as I could.

Several weeks after I started working I was the only person working the floor, everyone else had taken an early lunch. An attractive woman in her late forties or early fifties walked in. She had a fit ass, stomach and toned set of legs. Her chest looked to be a glorious 34DD. But, the attention grabber was that she had perfectly manicured hands, and more importantly, sexy feet in four inch opend toed stilettos showing off an expensive pedicure. She was wearing a tightly fitting tube top, braless, and a short skirt that showed off her legs. My cock was rapidly swelling.

I approached her, introduced myself and asked if I could help her find anything in particular. She looked me over and asked for the manager I was replacing.

“He’s on a temporary leave, so I’m stepping into his role until his return.”

“I was hoping to set up a private showing. At my house. Are you still doing that?”

“Absolutely. I’ll be filling that role. What’s your name?”

“I’m Anna. Are you free this evening?”

“Yes. The only thing I need is your address and I’ll need to take your shoe size.”

Anna thought for a moment and asked, “Is this your first day here?”

“No, I’ve been here a month. Can I help you find something in particular?”

“Not really. I’ll let you get your feet wet. My friend Nanette can break you in. I’ll be back in one week. Then we’ll set up my appointment.” Without another word, she turned and eased out of the store.

I was a little confused about Anna, but didn’t have time to dwell on her. The store was filling up with customers. My “staff” was back from lunch and we all attended to customers.

My next encounter was with an older, but attractive woman. Like Anna, in addition to her good looks, she was perfectly manicured and pedicured in bright red polish. She said her name was Nanette and wore a powder blue dress that fell an inch below her knees with no nylons or pantyhose.

“Anna said I’d find you here. Do you have any Jimmy Choo’s?”

“Absolutely, but first I need to measure you because “she couldn’t remember” her size. My heart started beating faster as I sat her down, removed her right shoe and measured her foot. I wanted to kiss her foot and suck her toes into my mouth and I think she sensed it. We were in a corner of the store, I was sitting on a stool with her feet between my legs when she told me that James, my predecessor, would ALWAYS massage her feet. I think I croaked out, “Okay,” and started firmly working her right foot. Nanette told me, “You can kiss them if you want.” I leaned down, kissed her foot and quickly sucked her big toe into my mouth. A moan escaped her lips as she pushed her left foot into my crotch. I nearly had an orgasm on the spot.

Jointly fearing we might be seen, Nanette pulled back her feet while I tried to regain my composure. Escort bayan Ankara She reached into her purse and pulled out a small card with her address and nothing else on it. “Bring me some samples tonight. Be there at 8:00 p.m., you might want to plan on staying the night.”

She stood up, smiling and said, “Please don’t be late.” Then she left the store.

I sat there dazed and decided to go see Mary. I got to her office and walked in and sat down. Mary grinned and asked, “How’s the first day going?”

“Well, I’m getting some OT tonight. A customer named Nanette is expecting a private meeting tonight.”

Mary said, “Nanette Owens (not her real name) is a great customer. You might get sales over $10,000.00 tonight.”

“Let me ask you directly, will I get laid, too?”

“Mnnn, I don’t know about that, but we’ve always had satisfied customers and your predecessor loved his job until he found a girlfriend. I might have forgotten to tell you about this perk. It’s not in our HR policies. Are you good to go?”

I thought for a moment and said, “I’m good to go. How long has this been part of ladies shoe sales?”

Mary replied, “I’ve worked here almost twenty years and it was here when I started working. Tightly guarded customer service secret that’s made a ton of money. You’ll probably get a big tip, too.”

I stood and said, “I’m going to put together a selection of shoes for her, then I’m going home to get ready for the evening. Is that okay with you?”

“You’re in charge of that area of the store. But put someone in charge when you leave.”

I prepared a package with the help of one the women working that day. It seemed she was familiar with the process without knowing the details of the private showing. I went home, ate a light dinner and took a nap. I woke up at 6:00 p.m. and took a quick shower. I dressed more than casual, but less than formal and headed to Nanette’s home. It was in the upscale part of town, private and secluded. When I found her address I was impressed, but not intimidated by its size and design, its was a beautiful home.

The garage door was open, so on a whim I pulled in. As soon as cleared the door, it came down. I got out of the car and picked up the package of shoes, the door to the garage into the house opened and there stood Nanette.

She looked incredible. She was wearing a lingerie set that was form fitting and highlighted her Rubenesque body. It was midnight blue silk and might have cost as much as an expensive man’s suit. She was wearing stilettos that matched the color of her outfit. She was also wearing nylons with small garder belts connected to her small, revealing panties, the type that have a line going up the back of her legs.

“I’m glad you found me. You can bring in the the shoes and carry them to my closet. I’ll take them all.”

I walked into her house, dropped the package and swooped her into my arms. She gave me a wet, needy kiss and pushed her tongue into my mouth. My hands squeezed her ample Bayan escort Ankara tits and I pulled down her lingerie top exposing pale breasts and large pink nipples. I could see the blue veins crisscrossing her breasts as I leaned down to suck a nipple. Nanette moaned and said, “That feels soooo good.” By now her roaming hands had found my hard prick and she put a lock grip though my pants onto my cock.

Nanette led me by my dick through her home to what I assumed was the master bedroom on the west side of her house. Her king sized awaited us. She stopped and turned to me and said, “Don’t move while I undress you.”

She peeled off my jacket and dress shirt first. Then while she looked me in the eye, she unfastened my belt and pants and hooked her thumbs on the side and pulled them down. My cock was hard and pointed straight out and it slapped her cheek. I stepped out of my pants, shoes and underwear. I was standing naked. Nanette dropped to her knees and, looking up at me, said, “I’m going to give you the best sucking, the best blow job you’ve ever had!”

She started licking my cock head and tasting my pre-cum. She licked the entire length of my dick, then she started bobbing up and down while sucking me off. Her mouth was wet, warm and she could certainly give lessons on how to suck dick.

I stopped her before I exploded. I wanted to taste her. I lifted her to her feet, kissed her, then pushed her onto her back. I lifted her left foot, removed the stiletto heel, and I kissed her foot through her nylon stocking. I removed her other shoe and kissed that foot before licking and then sucking her toes into my mouth. The combination her sexy toes and her sexy stockings put me in a place where any further touch would have caused me to cum. Nanette was moaning softly as I ran my hand up her leg and found a sopping wet cunt.

I plunged two fingers into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her as I kept her toes in my mouth. Nanette was nearly yelling as she begged me not to stop. “That feels so good, so fucking good!” Suddenly she was cumming and her juices flowed out of her as she had a mind numbing orgasm.

I stood up and taking her stockinged feet in each hand, I started jacking myself off with her her feet. After a few moments of pure ecstasy, I placed my cock at the entrance of her cunt and slid in to the hilt. Nanette wrapped her legs around me as I fucked her with all the strength I had. The velvet heat of her pussy combined with our fore play caused me to unload an unforgettable orgasm as Nanette exploded again. Her heels has dug into my backside, but I was wasn’t feeling it.

As we laid in her bed, we kissed again. Nanette asked, “Did you plan on staying tonight?”

I only said, “Yes.”

“Good, my husband won’t be home for a while.”

“I didn’t realize you were married.”

“Is that a problem? He’s probably with his mistress right now. This is our bed and I wanted you to fuck me here.”

“I don’t have a problem, I’m just delivering shoes.”

Nanette smiled, got up, and went to empty her bladder. When she returned she had stripped off everything she has been wearing except her stockings and stilettos. She climbed on top of me and said, “When’s the last time you gave a girl a hickey?”

“It’s been a while.”

“That’s okay, you can practice on me. Anna love to get hickies.”

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