Shoe shopping with Al - complete with pix of me modelling all shoes mentioned in this story!
Al was true to his word after we sold the wonderful city apartment to Roger. He paid me my full commission and then took me on the shopping trip he had promised me. Our client Roger had also promised me a special bonus, and when his cheque for $20,000 arrived the day before Al and I were to go shopping, I decided to splurge and shout myself some new clothes as well. After all, I had promised Roger I would help him decorate his new apartment, so I thought I may as well look good doing it and show him what I bought with his bonus. Those of you who know how much I love shoes and also how hard I find it to make up my mind, know that Al was in for a long and frustrating day!
As previously arranged, Al picked me up at 9.00am in his car and we headed for Chapel St. I loved the way the shops there were all different, and they had the best shoes! Al was dressed in jeans and a relaxed shirt with no tie. He looked totally different to the way I usually find him at work in his suits. As you know, I never really found Al physically attractive, but I loved him as a friend and also enjoyed the way we occasionally let our hair down and fucked like rabbits! It made working for him all the more enjoyable.
We parked the car and headed for the first shop. Surprise surprise we had immediate success! I bought a hot pair of boots that were made of leather and had these really cute laces up the back of the thigh. They were thigh high and had five inch heels, so when I put them on in the shop, I towered over Al. In fact, I was so tall that it made my boobs level with his face. Seeing this and knowing the salesgirl was watching us, I walked across to him, grabbed him by the back of his head and jammed his face into my boobs - it was a classic moment! A blushing and hardening Al jumped back and said, "Ok you big bitch, let's get moving". I took them off and Al paid, before we headed off to the next shop down Chapel St. The second shop was far more funky than the first. The owner was a girl dressed up like a schoolgirl. She was stunning! I decided to have a little fun with Al in this shop, as we were the only customers and I wanted to flirt a bit with the girl. Her name was Sondra and I made myself comfortable in the sort of punky leather chairs she had for people trying on her sexy shoes. Al sat next to me and I decided I would pretend he was my lover (which I guess he was in a way!!) and that I would pay the dumb bimbo role and Al my sugar daddy. I tried on several pairs of really high heels before I found the ones I wanted. I had been looking for ages for a pair of pink heels in that sexy sandal style. Sondra bought out a pair that I knew were exactly what I was after. I tried them on and then payed up to Al.
"OOoh, please Ally Wally, can I have these? They are just perfect werfect for me to parade around the bedroom for you baby - pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease????????" I said, my hands all over him, my head rubbing his chest like a puppy dog.
Sondra giggled at us and said, "Wow, you lucky thing, wish I had a sugar daddy to look after me!".
Taking my chance I said, "Well I'm sure Ally Wally would love to spend more time with you and me Sondra. Why don't we meet for lunch and we can get to know each other better while Al enjoys our company?"
"OOh, I'd love to baby, but I'm the only one working today. Can we do it another time? This weekend perhaps?"
We paid for the shoes and Sondra gave me her mobile number and I told her I'd give her a call on Saturday to arrange our little get together. I was secretly hoping that I could somehow get Steve involved too! Al just looked at me astonished, pinched me on the bum, called me a sexy bitch and we headed off to our next stop!
The next shop we stopped in was what I would calla 'goth' shop. It featured heavy punk shoes, boots and all black clothing. However, they also has the best boots! Al and I found the shop a little freaky to be honest, but the girl who served us was polite and nice, despite having a face full of jewellery and black nail polish. This time Al chose the boots, and I must say, he chose well. These boots were simply awesome! They were knee high black leather stilettoes, with stainless steel spiked heels and a lace crossover pattern on the outside.
"You have to promise me you'll wear these to work" said Al after paying for them. "OOh I will Al" I said as we moved on, our tour continuing!
We stopped for some lunch and had a wonderful meal in a small pub. We sipped on wine and laughed and giggled, really enjoying ourselves as our day off shopping continued. I'm sure Al had not spent such a relaxing day in several years, and it was nice the share it with my boss. I also knew that when I got home, Steve, my hubby, would enjoy seeing the new shoes and boots Al had bought me as a result of the sale of the apartment to Roger.
We ended up making only one more stop after lunch. It was for good reason! As we were making our way to the boot store on the corner of Chapel St and Toorak Rd, Al spotted a new adult book store in a side street.
"Come on girl. I've been good and followed you everywhere today. Now it's my turn. Let's go."
I knew where he was taking me the moment I saw the sign. We walked in to the "Foxy Adults" shop through the traditional beaded curtain and found ourselves in a large open room loaded with magazines and books. Behind the small glass counter a woman, yes, a WOMAN was standing reading. She smiled to us both and welcomed us. Al whispered in my ear, "Shit babe, she's hot!" I knew exactly what he meant. This woman was dressed in one of those skin tight catsuits. It was made of red pvc and looked awesome on her thin but curvy body. She was also wearing thigh high boots and they were lovely. She explained that the toys were in the room off to the right, and the movie booths and jack shack was off to the left. I knew what the movie booths were, the little musky rooms where guys watched movies and stuck their dicks through the glory holes hoping to get blown. However, the 'jack shack' was new to me, and I asked her what she meant.
"Oh, that's the room where guys go to wank off with a partner - very horny darling" she said as she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Why don't you go take a look?".
"That'd be great!" said Al, and he just about took my arm out of its' socket pulling me towards the 'jack shack'.
Once inside, we found that we were not the only ones there! On a tiny stage at the far end of the room a rather attractive black woman was dancing. She was wearing one of those sexy little Wicked Weasel bikinis and some huge heeled sandals. There were three leather couches creating a sort of frame at the other end of the room. On one couch and old guy, and I mean old, was sitting. His ants were crumpled on the floor between his legs, and he was fisting his cock which was surprisingly large and erect. On the second couch a rather young looking guy wearing track pants and a t-shirt was rubbing an obvious erection through his pants. He was leaning right back and enjoying her show. He looked up as we entered and smiled, not the slightest bit embarrassed. The old guy was a little surprised to see a women entering, but also smiled and then resumed his ministrations on his cock. The girl blew us a kiss and indicated we should take a seat on the third of the couches, which incidentally was between the other two. Al sat down and immediately unzipped his pants. I also at down and found myself not quite knowing which person to look at! There was soo much horny activity going on, all within ten feet, that I was overcome with confusion and arousal at the same time!
I'd worn a rather short skirt with some heels and as the action hotted up I hiked my skirt up over my thighs to reveal my thong panties. I pulled them aside and joined the guys, masturbating my now swollen clit as we all watched the girl dance. She was wiggling her huge boobs and the small triangles were struggling to keep them in.
"Fuck yeah - show me them big jugs baby" said the young guy, really giving his actually rather small cock a good working over by this time. I looked over and noticed the old guy was actually watching me as he pumped that big dick. When he made eye contact with me, he quickly looked back in the direction of the dark skinned dancer. I smiled, knowing that I had him intrigued! I think he was probably wondering why I was here, what made me horny, and whether or not he might be a chance with me seeing as I was in here masturbating openly in front of him.
As the black woman teased and played with herself, we all approached orgasm. I noticed the young guy and he was really close to spurting. His hips were arched and his face had that almost aggressive look you men get the moment the sperm start their journey up the shaft of your cock. My own fingers were now actually inside my dripping pussy, and I could feel Al's spare hand inching it's way towards my ass as he squeezed and probed the musky depths back there. As the young guy suddenly came, a stream of cum spurted almost three metres across the small room, landing just near the black woman's shoes. He had two more small squirts before he was done, and then slowly zipped up and left as we were all still masturbating.
The old guy got off his couch and kneeled down in front of me, between myself and the black girl. This must have spurred Al on, as his finger pushed gently into my bum, making me moan and my fingers increase their speed as they pushed in and out of my now saturated pussy. I needed some clitoral stimulation, but my second hand was balancing me on the couch. I looked the old man in the eye.
"Touch me....please?" I moaned sexually, desperate to climax but unable to achieve it without my clit being tickled or licked aswell. I was now watching the black woman who was clearly enjoying the show. She was in the squat position, her left hand supporting her weight on her thigh, her right hand flickering her own clit as her orgasm approached. Next to me, Al was swiftly fisting his own cock as his finger continued to fuck my asshole. I clenched down on his knuckle as I approached orgasm. The old guys reached out and lightly flickered my throbbing clit, and that was all it took. In one blinding moment, I climaxed intensely, my body wracked with orgasm as the actions of Al's finger and my own, combined with the old guys on my clit drove me over the edge. Just as I slammed down to totally engulf Al's finger in my asshole, the old guy came too. I have no idea how long it has been since he came, but for his age his supply was amazing. His first spurt hit Al on the thigh, the second on the couch, and the third and fourth landed fair and square on my knickers which were already covered in my own juices. As the old guys' cum landed on his thigh and my own tight asshole jammed down on his invading finger, Al spurted his love juice high in the air. Two large streams shot up and down onto the couch, before the black woman suddenly screamed out and collapsed on the floor, a writhing climaxing bundle of curves.
As we cleaned up and left the adult book shop, Al kissed me on the cheek and bought me a vibrator.
"This is in case you need that extra hand again babe" he said as we emerged from the adult store and back onto the street.
