Imagine you're out and about maybe shopping or at local park, when you look over and see me.
You know my 'dark secret' but do you dare mention it to anyone you're with? In a way my dark secret is yours too. I notice your glances my way and maybe a few longer stare or two. I can almost read your mind knowing that you're thinking. I give you a quick wink and a smile. We connect. But, it is a public place with so many people around. What can you do? When I see those tell tale signs of man not wanting to show how hard he is getting I giggle a bit. I love to see that. And then you're off. Where did you go? And to do what? Tell me what you would in a situation like this. But remember, you couldn't come up to me and give my secret away... so tell me what would you do?
xxooxxoo - Taffy
“Oh my God! It’s her!!”
ReplyDeleteThat what my mind screamed when she walked into my shoe store. Well, it’s not my store, but I work there part time. Most of our customers are women, and since I’m charming, we get along just fine and I sell a lot of shoes.
But now, I was at a loss. It really was her.
It was a busy night. There must have been a dozen people in the store. But I had to get to her. I let her look around for a while, admiring her the whole time. She was even more beautiful than her photos, and she was, as always, dressed impeccably, in a nice skirt and blouse and heels.
My fear was that she wouldn’t want anything and just leave. I collected myself and moved in her direction, trying to sneak a peek at her toes. “Can I show you something?” I asked.
She was looking at a pair of black peeptoe slingbacks.
“In a seven-and-a-half?” I asked.
“Yes,” she said. “How did you know that?”
“Just an educated guess,” I said. “I’ve been doing this a long time.”
I told her to have a seat and I’d be right back. I went to get the shoes. I also picked out two pairs of sandals, pretty strappy ones that would really show off her toes.
So I came back with three boxes and scooted onto one of those stools in front of her. She looked amazing and smelled amazing, and I knew if I could touch her she’d feel amazing.
“Did you forget my size already?” she asked, looking at the three boxes.
I said, “Well, I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I thought you might like these, too.”
“Well, then maybe you should show them to me,” she said.
She slipped off her shoes. She really did have such pretty toes. I’ve seen some beautiful women come through my store through the years, and I’d seen plenty of pretty toes, but she was the complete package.
My hands were shaking. I took a pair of sandals from the box and held one so she could slip it on. That gave me a good chance to take in those pretty toes, and I even got to graze her ankles because she let me do the straps.
She got up to try them out and walked over to the mirror. She turned from side to side, back to front. I was mesmerized.
Same thing with the next pair. I couldn’t believe I was getting to do this.
She sat down and looked at me. “Which do you think?” she asked.
“You should take both. And the other pair, too,” I said. “My thanks.”
She smiled. “I haven’t tried the other pair on,” she said.
So for a third time I got to help her and watch her model her shoes.
She came back and sat down and I reached to remove the shoes. “Wait,” she said. “How about if I wear these and you can keep those?”
I was speechless for what seemed like a long time, even though it was only a few seconds. “You’ve got a deal,” I said.
So we went to the counter and I bagged her shoes and put the other pair under the counter. I couldn’t believe I had something of hers. I took one of the store’s business cards and write on the back. “Thanks Taffy!”
“My name is Paul,” I said. “It’s truly been a pleasure. Please come again.”
She took the card and looked at it. She looked at me, smiled and winked. I about melted.
“Thank you,” she said and turned to walk away.
I watched her walk out of the store.
I hoped she couldn’t wait to get home with her new shoes.
I couldn’t wait to get home with mine.
Oh wow that's an hot story. I love it! Keep it cumming oops I mean coming guys! - xxooxxoo Taffy
ReplyDeleteAn Encounter with Taffy, Part 2
ReplyDeleteTaffy returned a week later. I saw her come through the doors and my reaction was the same as the first time. She just took my breath away.
Only this time there was no one in the store except her and me.
She was even prettier … and the way she moved in those heels just made me quiver. And then I saw the purple nail polish on her toes. I swallowed hard and tried to keep my composure.
She was carrying a shoebox, one I’d sent her home with the other day.
“Hello, Paul,” she said. “I’m sorry but I have to return these.”
She handed me the box, and it was apparent there were no shoes inside. I looked at her quizzically.
“Just a CD,” she said, “with some photos I thought you might like. My way of saying thanks.”
I was speechless.
“Well,” she said, “I have to run.”
“Wait,” I said. “I mean … um … Can you stay for just a minute?”
“Do you have something else you need to try on me?” she asked.
I smiled. “Purple nail polish is one of my all-time favorites. I think you should try on every shoe in the store.”
She giggled. “I really do have to run. Maybe next time.”
“OK,” I said. “But please come back. I’ll keep you in the prettiest and sexiest high heels, and it would be my pleasure to serve you.”
“Someday soon,” she said. “Enjoy your CD.”
“I’m sure I will,” I said.
“You will if you like purple nail polish as much as you say you do,” she said and gave me a little wink.
“I really can’t express just how much I like it,” I said.
“Well, bye then,” she said.
“Bye. And thanks for coming back in.”
She walked to the door. God, I loved just looking at her. She turned and waved as she went out the door.
I went to the door and watched her walk away. Then I returned to the counter and looked in the box. There was a note and a CD.
Just then a customer came in. And then another. And another.
I couldn’t wait to get home.
So glad you liked your present! ;)
ReplyDeleteAN ENCOUNTER WITH TAFFY, PART 3
ReplyDeleteI hadn’t taken home the shoes Taffy left, and now I had the CD and the note. It read: “Thanks for being such an appreciate fan. See you soon. xoxo Taffy.” And there was an imprint of her lips.
I called my girlfriend and asked if she wanted to have a play date, and she said she did. So I took the shoes, the CD and the note and went to her house.
We’ve always enjoyed Southern Charms together. We have our favorites, and we like to look at the girls and critique them and get ideas. She knew Taffy would be one of my favorites because, as I always tell her, I like pretty girls with pretty toes.
So I went to her house and she was waiting in a nightie and high heels. I told her the whole story from the first time Taffy came in to earlier that evening. I showed her the shoes, and then we looked at the CD.
Well, there must have been a hundred photos, most from her updates, but most we hadn’t seen. There were lots of those famous “money shots” and lots of toes of all different colors in high heels and bare. Then there were about twenty in her new shoes with purple toes.
“So,” my girlfriend said, “do you like her toes better than mine?”
Of course I didn’t. My girlfriend has the prettiest and yummiest and sexiest toes, and she knows how to use them. And I told her as much.
Then I guess we just kind of went crazy on each other. By the time we took a break, she’d had five orgasms, tying our record, and I’d had two, one off our record. We tied that record when she put on Taffy’s shoes, and we broke both records while we did things with her toes and a couple toys.
Now she wants to know when she can come to the store and meet Taffy.