'Sole' Mates

It was Friday morning as Linda walked into the shop. I stepped around my service counter. "You're not due for a good few hours yet" It soon became evident that Linda looked stressed. "Are you OK?"

"Not good. It's an emergency."

"You don't have to ask to go to the bathroom... just open the window afterwards."

"Tom... Please.''

"Sorry. Man joke."

"I have a bladder that can hold back more water than the Hoover Dam." Linda stared down at her red toe-peep shoes. She then pointed accusingly. "I was rushing to my car this morning and scuffed my shoe on a curb... almost sent me flying."

"What are you like? You only bought them a month ago."

"I'm going out with a client for lunch. I need something chic, yet formal."

"Colour?"

Linda placed her hand on her wide hips. "How long have you known me?"

"Five years... do you want the numbers of days?"

"You're such a cutie." Linda stroked my chin, sending me into a near paralysis. "Bring me everything you have in our favourite colour."

My shop isn't big. Its thirty feet wide and less than fifty feet deep. I have fifty shoes on feature stands, and one hundred and fifty on racks. So you would not be surprised that even my loyal customers only spend ten minutes inside, and that's including the compulsory five-minute chat.

But Linda comes in and stays until I shut at six. That's a whole forty-five minutes. My heart races when she is around, more so when we are alone in the shop. When it's just the two of us, I've often thought of kissing her sweet fulsome lips. But I lack the courage to do so. Linda must know it too. In fact, I'm pretty certain she does... and plays on it. But I'm not complaining.

In no time at all Linda was surrounded with red shoes. Parading up and down in front of my shoe mirror, she had set her heart on a simple closed toe red stiletto. I nodded. "Perfecto."

"I know... Thanks to you and your amazing shop."

"Thank my family back in Italy, you mean. Without them, I wouldn't have the latest lines from Milan."

Linda smiled into the mirror as she lifted one shoe off the carpet. "You shouldn't be so modest."

I had barely closed the till when Linda thrust her old shoes into my chest. "Be a dear."

"Yes?"

"Please keep these for me, my client is waiting outside to pick me up, it wouldn't be professional for me leave my shoes in his car... I'll collect them on my next visit."

I couldn't be happier. "Of course, Linda. Anything for you."

The stockroom was lit only by the security light. In the shadows, I held the red toe-peep shoe up to my nose. Never before have I been able to fully appreciate one of Linda's real shoes.

I could still smell Linda's scent and feel her warmth still on the soft leather inner-sole. Stroking my cock, I pictured her scarlet toes. Brushing my tongue along the sole of the shoe, I got the bitter taste of heaven, my heaven. And that was enough to send me over the edge. Spilling my sad lonely self over the cold concrete. In the past, I've wanked while holding shoes Linda has briefly worn in my shop. In fact, I've often thought of splashing the shoe as a tribute to her. But then reality calls. I'm a businessman first... and pervert second. These babes sell for a hundred and forty bucks.