Flashing the Shoe Salesman

Oh, do I love being an exhibitionist! I think that goes back to when I was an
ugly duckling. I just needed assurance. One time Jim and I took off for a
weekend in Houston. Took off Friday morning to check into the Marriot and
shopping at the Galeria. Shopping always always turns me on and there was
Fredericks at the mall. Well, I'm not into whore clothes or anything like
like that. I like dreesing chicly--- it's the attitude projected that makes
thing sexy. But, there was this pair of panty hose that was not just crotchless
but more like a garter belt with stockings. Just a band above my hips and ass
and flowing down the sides to regular hose--- all one piece. I must admit I
had fantasies looking at my self in the mirror--- I just Jim could have been
with me in the dressing room, what with checking myself out in the mirror---
and giving my clit a few rubs! I mean I reall started to get a nice glow.
So I tucked my half-slip, pantyhose, pantis and bra into my bag, put on those
yummy pantyhose, put back on my blouse and white pleated skirt. I had on
button earrings and I think I looked pretty good. With the pumps I had on, the
hem was tastefully just over the knee. When I got out Jim sensed there was
something different... I showed him my slip and bra in my bag and I could see
a slight bulge growing in his crotch area. Oh, did I feel like flashing, I
mean I was wet and getting wetter. Anyway, we pay for the purchase and reenter
the mall area. I've gone pantyless many times but this had a thrilling element
of wickedness. I always get a good share of attention from guys--- I like
being looked at and lusted after and being responsible for 'involuntary'
erections--- and every good looking guy there I was giving mental telepathy
to: 'hey, I'm like naked under this skirt'.

We looked at a few more shops when inside Dillards (of all places) there was
this hubba shoe salesman. I asked Jim if we wanted to have fun. Jim is ALWAYS
ready. So I waited until he was free and I idled over to inspect the displays.
The cute one came over and asked if he could help me, ma'am. Jim had busied
himself perusing the nearby jewelry---giving me these lecherous looks. I said
I was looking for something in a pump, maybe onionskin, Robert. (His name was
on his Dillard's badge.) His ears were red and I could feel that I had already
turned him on. What size? Well, I'm not really sure. Would you have a seat?
I followed him and hitched a little of my skirt under my belt. Robert was
sliding over the foot stool as I placed my bags on the next chair and twirled
to sit down. I've practiced these moves before, in front of the mirror, with
Jim coaching, and can do them innocently and naturally. From making sure just
enough of my breats are exposed, or a nipple can be eyeballed, or the back of
my thighs show, or my crotch is 'accidently' exposed. (I've talked with
several other girls: we don't do anything accidently.) As I sat, I placed
my hands on either side and pulled my skirt up over my ass. Wowie!! Did that
leather feel cool!! The seat was slanted back and I sat all the way back with
my legs straight on the floor. Being 5'7 made it no problem. I kept my
knees together, and my skirt was an inch or two above my knees. I got Jim's
attention, he was nodding in approval. He just loves when I get to do my thing
which just adds to my excitement.

Anyway, Robert has the footsizer ready and of course I didn't make any move
to remove my shoe. And of course after that brief instant he cupped my right
calf to lift and began to remove my shoe. I kept my toes locked a bit to make
it difficult, he got the shoe removed. I took off my sunglasses and scooted
forward on the chair--- to increase the angle of my thighs. Robert slid the
footsize under and moved the gizmos, saying 71/2. I told him it problem should
be an 8, my left one is larger. With that I raised slightly my leftfoot, for
him to take off the left shoe. With that, I parted my knees quite naturally.
Since I had my skirt tugged in around me it didn't drape down. (I've worked
on all kinds to maneuvers, like how to pull down my skirt for modesty--- and
attention!--- only to have it creep up more, etc.) Any way, Robert checks
and sure enough like an 8 on my left. (Of course! I had pressed down really
hard and although my left foot is a tad larger, certainly not even a quarter
size.) So off goes Robert. He had on pleated pants and I thought I could
make out a slight bulge. I glanced at Jim who had kept tastefully busy; he
had a knowing smile.

Robert came back with 6 boxes, but not until I managed to get my skirt 4 or
5 inches above my knee. I had no doubt--- since I've rehearsed this before---
that the 45 degree angle or so my legs were at, and with the cheeks of my ass on
the end of the chair that I could arrange a nice teasing view for Robert.
I had my knees together so I could spread them for attention. Robert opened
all the boxes and said he had both sizes.

Robert straddled the stool and placed my right foot onto the tread, then gently
fit the right shoe on. Wowie. With my left foot planted flat on the floor and
my right leg really raised, I just slowly parted my knees. From the way
Robert suddenly went silent I knew he had copped a look. I was cautious---
when I give a private showing I don't like others gawking (well, that depends,
but you know what I mean!!). I put my right foot down and we repeated the
process with the left shoe except I had subtlely tucked my skirt more to keep
it taut. Robert seemed to carress my left calf on that one. I asked him have
it looked, deliberately not saying 'they'. Robert fired back with "I think
that's you, miss." Oh, I could feel pussy juice.

Well, I got up and let my skirt drape naturally --- shopping for shoes still
turns me on!! I walked over to the floor mirror, Robert watching approvingly
and gave another customer some more service. I made sure my pleated skirt
twirled and I carefully inspected the shoes, keeping my calves as taut as
possible. I walked back and sat down. It seemed like Jim was trying to
supress a laugh. Oh, I felt wicked.

Robert came back and asked how they were. I told him I was going to take them
but, being a woman I simply had to try on the others, to avoid disgrace.
Robert had a natural chuckle on that one. He straddled the stool again and
put his hands around both shoes, bending down as he did. Well, what could I
do?? I slowly wiggled my right foot free and up and slowly rested it onto the
angled tread and then slowly lifted out of the left one a little higher and
held it a brief instant more before bringing it down. I could see the outline
of an erection down his pantleg!! He asked how the size was (not how they
"feel"--- we were really playing at double meanings!! I think I wet some
more--- I wish I could have been flitting my clit!!). His head was right at
my knees. I told him I thought it (not "they") would be pleasantly snug.
(By this time his prick was stiff down his pantleg!!)

Robert unboxed another pair and showed it to me. I said, I at least have
to try it on, don't I? This time I put my right foot on the stool for Robert
to fit the shoe on. I kept my knees apart and my skirt taut. Robert had
a bee-line shot at my pussy, no doubt about that. I took time to wiggle
my foot in, then I swung my foot off and lifter my left leg. As I did this
I spread my legs further. Robert took more time on that one. I told him
"It's bigger, that's why you're having so much difficulty!!"

So, that little episode is one of many. I think I've made quite a few men
happy.