Holly and Wesley used their lunch hour wisely as they slipped into the quiet storeroom of the Devour Department Store to fuck.

The lovely brunette, Holly, looked scrumptious in her tight white shirt, blue skirt, and blue suede heels. Her skin was pure white, with freckles across her nose.

Wesley pushed Holly’s skirt up over her arse and pulled her panties down. He looked at her tight, inviting pussy right on display, ready for the hard cock, he had pressing in his trousers. He undid his zipper and let his penis loose. He grabbed her butt and pushed himself between her bare legs and up into her waiting snatch. Holly yelped as she felt him start to trail her insides.

They had to be quick and quiet. Holly muffled her screams as much as possible as Wesley drove deeper and deeper into her. She put her fingers between her legs and started to rub her clit, slowly pleasuring herself. She could feel the wetness building inside her. Wesley was close; he sped up, drilling deeper. Then he released his load like an explosion in her wet snatch. They both froze, not able to move.

As Wesley's cock softened, it fell out of Holly's sloppy hole. A dollop of cum fell on the floor and splattered by Holly's heels. Wesley stepped back and let Holly stand. She pulled her panties up over her wet pussy and pulled her skirt down.

They quickly left the storeroom and went back to work, Wesley to the menswear department and Holly to ladies' footwear.

Holly could feel Wesley's cum oozing out of her pussy, soaking her panties. She needed to go to the toilet to clean herself up. Her underwear was so wet it was chafing. She decided she could risk spending the rest of the afternoon knicker-less. She took her panties off and put them in her bag.

Holly felt a sense of freedom and naughtiness between her bare thighs, walking around without any underwear on.

Lana had invited Cal on her shopping expedition. She was particularly looking for some new high heels for a party in a couple of weeks. She knew Cal's obsession with feet and was excited to get him to help her choose an exquisite pair. They headed straight to the Devour women's footwear department, where a fresh-faced Holly was waiting to help.

Lana picked out a nice pair of blue stilettos and also some white high-heeled sandals. She slipped her feet out of her rubber flip-flops and squeezed her green-painted toes into the blue heels. They looked good, but maybe too formal for the party. Lana then slid her feet into the white sandals. Cal was mesmerised watching Lana’s perfect little toes test the footwear.

Holly suggested a pair of peach wedge-heeled sandals, which she felt would be ideal for Lana. She went to the storeroom to search them out while Lana walked around in the white heels, her bare feet squished against the soft new leather.

Lana took off the white heels and tried the peach, but didn't really like them. Holly suggested it might be because her green-painted toes clashed with the colour. The ladies both had the same-size feet, so Lana asked Holly if she could try them on.

Holly pulled off her blue suede heels; her feet were paler than Lana’s, and she sported a more neutral French polish. She slipped her feet into the peach wedges and bent down to fasten them. As she did, Cal noticed she wasn't wearing any knickers. He wondered if this was standard for Holly; if so, he would need Lana to buy shoes more often. The ladies with their feet out trying on heels was already enough to get him hard; now a glimpse of pussy was making him about to burst.

Lana could see how good the peach sandals looked with Holly's pedicure and decided to buy them. They would actually go well with her party outfit.

Happy with her purchase, Lana dragged Cal away from the foot fun to find her car and head home.

"Shall I try them on again?” Lana asked, sitting behind the steering wheel of her silver SUV.

Cal nodded, opened the shoe box and handed Lana the sandals. Lana slipped her flip-flops off again and put her feet into the peach heels.  The heels undone and dangling off her instep, she threw her feet into Cal's lap and started to rub them against his groin. His cock was so hard, and he could feel precum in his boxers. He undid his shorts and pulled his cock out; it rubbed up against the peach leather and flesh of Lana’s feet.

"Let me take a video as you cum for me," Lana uttered, reaching into her bag for her mobile.

As she rummaged through her bag, she realised the phone was missing.

“You must have left it in the store,” Cal said.

“Shit, can you go and pick it up for me?” Lana asked.

Cal packed his knob away and ran back into Devour. He quickly found Holly and asked if she had seen Lana's phone.

“Yes, I found it after you left and put it safely in the office,” Holly replied.

A relieved Cal followed Holly into the office to retrieve it. Holly bent over to retrieve the phone from the desk drawer. Once again, Cal got a glimpse of her nakedness. Holly realised her slip when she saw the look on Cal’s face.

“You’ve noticed I am not wearing any panties, haven’t you?” Holly asked.

“Yes, I couldn’t help it,” Cal replied.

“Wesley from menswear fucked me in the storeroom at lunch. He fired such a heavy load into my pussy that it soaked my panties. They were so wet rubbing against me, I had to take them off,” Holly exclaimed.

“Wow, Wesley is a lucky guy.”

“Thank you. He isn’t my boyfriend, though. The owner of this mobile- is she your wife or partner?”

“No, she is my neighbour,” Cal replied.

“No more than that?” Holly asked.

“Well, I was about to fuck her feet while she videoed it when we realised she didn’t have her phone,” Cal exclaimed.

“In the new heels, I bet,” Holly replied, smiling.

Lana wondered why Cal was taking so long; she hoped he'd found her mobile. Her curiosity intensified when she saw Cal walking across the parking lot with Holly.

Cal got back in the front passenger seat, and Holly climbed in the back.

“This is Holly, from the store,” Cal said, formally introducing her to Lana.

“Yes, I recognise her. Why have you brought her with you?"

"She offered to help us, Lana," Cal replied.

“I haven’t got long; I need to get back,” Holly said, handing Lana her mobile back.

“Holly is going to do some filming,” Cal explained.

Lana was a little surprised, but happy to go along with it. She swung her feet back in Cal’s lap.

“The mobile is unlocked,” Lana exclaimed, handing the phone back to Holly.

Cal undid his shorts again; his cock was throbbing and ready. Holly sat forward and opened her legs, giving Lana and Cal a good view of her pussy.

"You are commando!" Lana exclaimed, with a wicked grin.

"This is gonna be fun," Cal said, smiling.

Lana moved the rear-view mirror and angled it toward Holly’s snatch so they both had a good view. Holly's pussy was like a perfect paper slit, with a small V-shaped patch of hair above it. Her labia and clit were well concealed in the inner sanctum.

“Can you open your thighs more so we can get a better view?” Cal asked.

“Sure,” Holly replied, spreading more and hitching her skirt up.

Holly pressed record as Cal rubbed his cock between Lana’s feet. She rhythmically slid them up and down his shaft, while they both looked longingly at Holly's pussy.

Cal didn’t take long. Holly rubbed the tip of his knob between the new peach leather of her insole and the soft skin of her foot. His semen erupted, cascading down over Lana’s feet and new heels. It ran down her skin into her new sandals and between her toes. Call grabbed his shaft and another load shot out, landing on Lana’s ankles. Lana rubbed it up her bare legs. Holly zoomed in, picking up the detail of every drop of cum nestling on Lana’s feet. She moved the mobile between her legs, finishing the video off with a close-up of her exposed pussy.

“Let’s switch places,” Holly suggested to Cal.

Lana pulled her legs back onto her seat. With his dripping cock hanging out, he jumped out of the front of the SUV and let Holly get in while he got in the back. Holly bent down and ran her tongue along Lana’s feet, licking up Cal’s gift. She hoovered up the salty, slimy blobs of cum and let them slide down her throat.

Lana undid her denim shorts and pulled them down. She wore a small red thong, which she pulled to one side and directed Holly’s head that way.

Holly pulled off her blue suede heels and got comfy on the seat. Bending down, Lana soon felt Holly’s soft tongue running over her snatch and slowly working its way between her pussy lips. Holly nibbled at her clit as Lana started to orgasm. She shrieked, her breath misting the car windows.

Cal ran his hand over Holly's soles, along her bare legs and up between her thighs. He started rubbing her little wet slit while Holly relentlessly kept working her magic on Lana. Holly lost some concentration as she felt Cal's pressing against her pea-shaped clit; her own orgasm was building. She paused as Cal sped up, and she started to cum, he felt her stickiness. A satisfied Holly bent down and got back to Lana; she was close, and Holly soon tasted Lana’s cum in her mouth.

Holly glided her feet back in her heels, jumped out of the SUV, and headed back to work with a mixture of Cal’s and Lana’s gift in her throat. She'd certainly gone the extra mile with customer service today. Her pussy was wet and sensitive for the rest of the day. It was a real turn-on as she kept serving back in women's footwear.

Lana started her car up, her feet licked clean and her pussy wet and satisfied. Cal climbed into the front, and they headed back to their beachfront neighbourhood.