Lewis cums before Roxy does. On a 7-9, it's fucking hot, +1 forward

"Lewis, hon," you tell the shoe store clerk. "You're next. Eat her up!" Roxy's juices are wet on your face. You fish for a handkerchief and dab it before it drips on your blouse.

Colleen, Clara, and Louise giggle. "Go on, go on!" they say.

The young ladies are getting giddy. You suppose they've never seen quite this scene at a shoe store. It's just Providence they've run into you today, then. You've seen this sort of thing more than once, after hours at the diner. Other places, too. Somehow people just let their hair down around you. And their undies. Take Lewis and Roxy, say.

Lewis is naked from the hem of his nice shirt down to his toes, except he still has one of your rubbers on his wiener from when Miz Roxy caught you riding him on the chair. It's a little loose in the tip from losing his stiffie, but he's got that stiffie back and more after helping give Miz Roxy touch Heaven a couple of times by licking her feet.

Roxy sits on the chair, her butt scooted forward and her red dress pulled up high to expose her womanhood, her lips wet, pink, and swollen. Lewis moves in to kneel where you were a moment ago and bend his head between his boss's thighs. You step back with the girls to get a nice view of the young man at work.

"He's got a nice butt," Louise says. Clara and Colleen giggle at their blond friend's comment. "Well, he does," she insists. You'd have to agree. While you love your husband, your honeybear Brian, he's getting a little chubby up front and back. Young Lewis has a young man's buns, and down between them, you see his balls tighten and rise.

"Oh Lewis, yes," Roxy says, her voice a low purr. "Have you wanted this a long time?"

"Mm-hm mm-hm," Lewis replies, his mouth full of boss-lady pussy.

Roxy croons, "Yes, Lewis, oh, good boy. Eat me, eat me so good. I wish all my employees could do this for me. All my customers who get their fuck-me shoes, they should thank me like this. Oh, oh yes. Yes I'm so close. Fuck. Fucking eat me, Lewis." Her red-tipped fingers clutch at her clerk's head.

"Mmmmf!" Lewis says. "Mmmmf MMMMF!"

Lewis's tight balls twitch. The root of his willie throbs. His poop-hole clenches. His hips thrust at the air.

"Ohmygod he's coming!" Colleen says.

He does seem to have stopped licking.

"Lewis, keep going, I'm close," Roxy implores.

You say, "Roxy, hon, your young man's gonna have trouble keeping on task now that he's popped off just tasting your deliciousness. How 'bout you let your customers have a chance?"

You look at the young ladies wearing their new do-me shoes from Roxy's shop. Louise's hand is definitely giving some little love pets to the back of Clara's short skirt. Colleen's color is high, her nostrils flaring as she breathes in quickly, excited.

"Colleen, hon, you're next," you say.

"But..." the redhead protests.

"C'mon Colleen," Clara says. "You know you love it. You gotta be on the tongue end sometimes, not just the pussy end."

You coax, "C'mon and thank Miz Roxy for the lovely shoe store where you've found your pretty new shoes."

Colleen takes off her new shoes -- not so good for kneeling -- and settles between Roxy's thighs. "I love my new shoes," she says. "They are very pretty."

"You're a pretty girl," Roxy says. "You'd be even prettier with your lips on my pussy."

Colleen stares between Roxy's legs, fascinated. "You are pretty there."

"And oh, so ready," Roxy says. "Eat me."