Then, in the middle of that sultry afternoon, The Rack walked in.
She was a real bombshell, probably about ten years older than me, and her boobs were incredible. They were huge and yet appeared to be firm, no hint of sag. She wore a peasant blouse and there was a real strain on the neckline, I can tell you.
She’d come in search of new heels and I helped her try on various styles and colors. Unfortunately, she was wearing slacks and so I was denied my customary sneak at inner thighs and panties. What I did get was some awesome views down her blouse and I saw she wasn’t wearing a bra. For the sixties, she was ahead of her time.
I imagine my peeking was something of an expected, familiar reaction from a red-blooded male because she suddenly asked, "Do you like them?"
I blushed but managed to utter, "Hell yeah,” and added, "I wasn't ogling, I was admiring."
She grinned and then staggered me when she suggested, "How about locking up for a few minutes. I'll show them to you in the backroom."
Rapidly, I locked the door and put up the 'Back in 10 minutes' sign.
In the backroom, she pulled down the neckline of her blouse and out popped the most perfect pair of tits in the city. They were not only huge, firm and beautifully shaped but were tipped with the pinkest strawberry nipples. Erect, they begged for attention and I filled my greedy hands with their perfection.
I cupped and fondled them, felt their weight. I tweaked and rubbed her nipples until they were engorged and pointing at my face. I then used my lips and tongue to attack them with gusto. She liked it… I liked it! We were both in heaven.
Of course, I soon had a huge boner and she reached down to feel it over my slacks. Happily, as was my regular habit, I’d gone to work commando that day and she quickly pulled down my zipper, reached in and, with an exotic soft sigh, pulled out my throbbing erection.
“Oh yes,” she murmured into my ear, pushing me back against the desk. I sat on the edge and she stuck my cock between her globes. I thrust up and down between them and when my cockhead met her lips, she eagerly opened her mouth and sucked me in. On the upstroke, I poked into her wet mouth, and on the downstroke, I was enveloped in the warmth of her wonderful breasts.
Up and down, in and out… it was an amazing titty-fuck. My nuts soon started to tingle and contract, threatening to burst. I angled my cock so that it was thrusting straight in and out of her greedy mouth. She sucked and sucked, squeezed my hot shaft between her fleshy mounds, and all too soon I gushed.
She swallowed as much as she could but, inevitably, some joy juice seeped down her chin and dripped onto those mammoth breasts. She continued to suck me until my erection subsided.
"Wow, that was fantastic,” I said, grinning in appreciation. “Thank you so much. It had been a dull day but, heavens, you changed that.”
She giggled. "You're welcome,” she said. “I enjoyed it too.”
I went to the bathroom, returned with a roll of paper towel and cleaned us both. Rubbing her tits again was another treat and my rampant cock twitched more than a little! But somehow I controlled myself: the store needed to be reopened!
The last pair of heels that she’d tried were still on the bench. I put them in one of our bags and handed it to her. “Are you okay with this being our little secret?”
“Oh hell, yeah! Thanks.”
So she had a free a pair of shoes and I’d fondled the best rack in town. Plus, I'd received one hell of an unforgettable blowjob.
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The Snatch
The final week of August was my last at the shoe store. For seven weeks I’d seen plenty of women, all kinds of legs, thighs, panties, stockings, boobs and feet. But I will always remember that final week for The Snatch.
Mrs. Marsh was a petite, black-haired, 35-years-old perfectly-proportioned beauty. She had been in the store several times over the summer, sometimes alone, other times with her husband or her daughter.
This day, Mrs. Marsh wore a pale blue blouse and a navy skirt, and she was alone. She wanted some stiletto heels to match a new evening gown. She sat on a bench and I selected a pair of black four-inch heels for her to try. I pulled my stool to a position in front of her and sat.
Her skirt was above her knees. As I fitted the first shoe, I saw white flesh above stocking tops. When she tried on the other shoe, I glimpsed light blue panties which matched the color of her blouse.
Over the summer I'd enjoyed looking at her panties and the colors varied: blue, pink, mauve, even red. Curiously, never white or black.
As she tried a second pair of heels, I caught another glimpse of her crotch. My cock got interested. Extremely interested. I thought she must have noticed the bulge in my slacks each time I got up to fetch a different pair of shoes. Once or twice, I had to adjust my dress as my boner was uncomfortable in it's confined space.