I was walking through a department store, on my way towards the exit, when I noticed her in ladies’ shoes. She wasn’t remarkable – just a typical suburban housefrau. She looked to be in her thirties, decently attractive, not particularly dressed up, but she was trying on a HOT pair of Christian Louboutin slingbacks. Black. Red soles. Peep toes. Super hot. Also super expensive. I tried to remain inconspicuous while I watched. After a few seconds, she took them off, said a few words to the saleswoman, and left. I watched for a short time as the saleswoman put the shoes back in the box. Instead of leaving, I tried to find the woman who’d tried them on. I got a glimpse of her and followed.
I found her having a pretentious latte in the food court. I walked up and tried to start a conversation.
“Excuse me, Miss. May I talk with you for a moment?”
She knitted her brow. “Well, it’s Mrs., but go ahead.”
I sat down. “I noticed you trying on those Christian Louboutin shoes upstairs. Very nice.”
Her brow knitted again. “You know those were Louboutins? Most men haven’t a clue.”
“I guess I’m not most men,” I said with a grin. “They looked great on you, if only for a moment.”
“Unfortunately, that’s how they’re going to look great,” she said. “Only for a moment. I’d buy them in a second if I could afford them. But, we don’t have $900 to spare for a pair of shoes I might wear once or twice a year.” She had a grin of her own.
I decided to be bold. “I’ll buy them for you,” I said in a sudden outburst. “But on one condition,” I added quickly.
I could tell she was wary of my offer, but she decided to hear me out. “One condition?” she asked.
“I will buy those Louboutins for you, if,” my voice started to waver a bit.
“If what?” she asked. Her voice had a slight waver as well.
“I will buy those Louboutins for you, if you wear them while fucking me,” I said, glad I’d gotten that out on the table.
For a moment she just looked at me. I was pretty sure a fairly unpleasant dismissal was coming. However, she didn’t say or do anything.
In a quieter tone, she said, “do you think I’m a whore?”
“No, a whore wouldn’t need a $900 pair of shoes as enticement. Honestly, I’m not sure it’s enough enticement for you, either. Tell you what. Think about my offer. I’m going to take a little stroll. I will be back here in ten minutes. If you want to take me up on my offer, be here. If you decide not to, finish your latte and go and we can pretend this little offer was never made. What do you think?”
“I think you’re crazy.”
“Fair enough. Ten minutes.”
“You really think I’m going to be here in ten minutes?”
“The fact that you haven’t left already suggests to me you’re thinking about it. But we’ll see what you’ve thought in ten minutes.” And with that, I got up to take a walk.
I started the timer on my cell phone. I didn’t want to come back too soon and appear desperate. When the timer went off, I headed back for the table in the food court. It was getting busy, so I couldn’t see if she was at the table or not. I felt adrenaline pouring into my system, hoping she would be there.
I sat down. “So, you accept my offer?” I said, in as neutral a tone as I could
“Yes, I accept. You’re crazy. I’m crazy. But I accept.” She gave me a little smile. “I’m not sure how I’m going to pull this off. My husband will notice a new pair of shoes and no receipt, or at least I think he would.”
“I’m sure something can be worked out. Shall we head upstairs?”
“Yes, let’s go do this before I change my mind.”
We went upstairs and asked for the Louboutins. She tried them on once more. They looked great. I expected them to look even better later. The saleswoman wrapped them up, I paid for them, and we walked out. We got to her car. “So, where are we going?” She asked.
“I think we should go to your house,” I said. “I mean, you might want to try these on with something sexier than jeans and a sweater before you wear them for me.”
“Well, ok. I’ll wait here for you to get your car.”
I took the bag from her. “I’ll carry these as well.” I didn’t want to take the chance that she had at least thought of trying to ditch me. I’d just spent $900 on a pair of shoes. I went to my car and drove it around to hers. She backed out of her spot and I followed her to her home. She pulled her car into the garage. I parked my car on the street. I walked into the garage as she got out of her car. She closed the garage door.
“Come on in,” she said as she opened the door. We walked in. She held out her hand. “Well, let me have them,” she said, grinning. I handed over the bag.
“Go upstairs and try them on with something sexy,” I suggested. “Might as well make sure they’re the right pair for you.”
She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Come up in about fifteen minutes,” she said. Again I started the timer on my cell phone as she headed up.
That was the longest fifteen minutes of my life. But again, I was determined not to be early. I waited until the timer went off, then I waited for what seemed like another ten minutes, although it was probably thirty seconds. It was time to go upstairs.
The master bedroom door was closed. I opened it slowly. There she was, in bed, with the comforter pulled up over her. She was grinning evilly. I walked up, thinking that if she was still in her jeans and a sweater I would have to get a little nasty. I pulled the comforter back dramatically and was blown away. She was wearing a tight leather underbust corset, black fully fashioned nylons, and the Louboutins. My cock got as hard as it had ever been, and my pants showed it.
“I think you like what you see,” she said. Her voice was a little husky. I think she liked it as well.
“I think you like it too,” I said. I took off my clothes and joined her in bed.
“First, let me thank you,” she said, and worked her way down to my cock. She slipped her mouth onto my cock. It was like velvet. She licked circles around the head and took it fully into her mouth. I honestly thought she was going to make me cum, but suddenly she stopped and lay back onto the bed.
“Ok… Fuck me,” she almost pleaded.
I didn’t need to be told twice. I got on top of her and slid my cock into her pussy. I grabbed her legs and pushed them over my shoulders. I grabbed the heels of her Louboutins and pushed her legs towards the wall. I started thrusting into that marvelous pussy of hers. I loved watching her breasts bounce with each pump. I loved how her nylons felt against me. I loved that she was willing to fuck a complete stranger for a pair of expensive heels. I started fucking her harder and harder, and was getting close to cumming. She was rubbing her clit as I pumped. I backed off a little to last longer.
“No, don’t stop!” she nearly screamed. “I’m going to cum in a second!”
I started thrusting harder again. Her fingers were working her clit fast and furious. Suddenly she came. Her orgasm exploded through her. I held on as long as I could, but suddenly I found myself exploding as well. I could have sworn a quart came out of me. I thrusted a few more times, then let go of her heels. We both were motionless, catching our breaths. I pulled myself out of her and lay down next to her.
“Ok, I’m glad I did this,” she said.
“I’m glad you accepted,” I said. “I honestly thought you were going to throw that latte in my face.”
She giggled. “No, that would have been a waste of a good latte. Now, you should probably get going. If nothing else, I have to get back to normal before my husband comes home.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I said. I got up and started dressing. She took off the Louboutins and started to rotate her ankles. It was obvious she wasn’t used to such high heels. Once dressed, I took out my card and put it on the night stand. “Give me a call next time you want to fuck me in those Louboutins,” I said.
“What’s to say I’ll ever call you?” She asked.
I scooped up the Louboutins, the box, and the bag they came in. “Because I’m taking them with me. I never said it was a one-time thing. And you already said you thought your husband would be suspicious of you having a brand new pair of Louboutins but no money was spent. Call me. Over time you can claim you saved some mad money here and there and finally bought them.” She gave me an angry look when she realized she couldn’t win. How would she explain chasing a stranger outdoors wearing nothing but a corset and stockings?