March 4th, 2010 | 
Author: It was really funny to watch him because, try as he might, he couldn't keep them from dropping down to the level of her crotch. It kept happening over and over, he'd be looking at her face, and a second later he would be staring up her dress. Then he'd catch himself, and look up at her face or down at her feet for a while, but inevitably, before very long, his yes would come back to the apex of her thighs again.
She acted like she is totally unaware of the show she was giving him, being intent on whether she likes the shoes or not, and earnestly commenting to him on their fit, feel, style and such.
Then she asked him to help her try on the pair of boots she'd picked out. They were a bit tight, and the process of pulling them up her delectable thighs apparently gave him a super view of her delectable little snatch. I'm not sure if it was totally due to his being nervous, or if he was intentionally making the process take much longer than necessary to prolong the show, but he certainly took an extra long time to help her get them on.
After she had them on, act dissatisfied with what he had showed her (but I'm sure he wasn't dissatisfied with what she had shown him), and asked him if he had anything a bit different. This caused him to try and think about shoes and boots while he was being so pleasantly distracted. Talk about pressure!
The whole time this was going on, I was sitting right next to her, seeming only vaguely interested in her shoe selection process while reading my book, but actually watching the salesman's every reaction to his unexpected private peep show.
She looked at several more pairs of shoes and boots, letting her legs fall open a little more each time he helped her to try one on. One time, after he had removed one of the rejected pairs, she let her bare foot fall right onto his lap and left it there as she casually described the style of shoe she would like to see next. She even seemingly unconsciously let her foot squirm around a bit while it lay there in his crotch.
Later, she told me that while this particular act was occurring, she could clearly feel his cock with her foot. She said it was hard as a baseball bat, although not nearly as large, of course, and that it got even harder as she rubbed it subtly with her sole. (Why was I not surprised?) He got so red in the face while that was going on, that I thought he was going to bust an artery.
Eventually, she decided that none of the footwear was exactly what she was looking for. She courteously thanked the totally flustered salesman for his time and trouble, and we left the store together. As we started to pass through the door, he ran after us and gregariously thanked us for coming in. He said he had enjoyed serving us (I'll bet he did!), and was sorry she didn't find anything
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