Task 7.3– Mischief at the Mall

[This part was hard to rewrite, it makes me blush just thinking about how it happened and how surreal it was, shit my cheeks are burning.]

I know, I know, even for the things we know to be true, sometimes it’s hardest to admit them. I was getting off on this, the idea of getting caught and being exposed, even as clumsily as I was doing it was really turning me on. I think that thought alone was really embarrassing, that I was getting turned on but being embarrassed.

A thought deviously went through my mind as I passed an obvious store. There’s nothing more cliché than what I was just thinking of doing. I was going to go look at a new pair of shoes. I know, I know, I’ve written about it before, but like these experiences that I’ve actually tried, it’s one thing to write about it, a whole different thing to actually live it. I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest as I walked into the store, it was a Rack Room Shoes, not a torture chamber or a sex party, a typical, shoe store.

“Welcome in,” I immediately jumped out of my skin as a young guy behind the register welcomed me, “if you need any help finding anything, just let me know.”

I blushed a meekly said, “thank you,” the guy immediately went back to what was obviously his phone he was hiding.

I took a moment to check him over, he was about my age, short black hair, way taller than me and kind of cute. Not a jock or anything and he had a tattoo on his neck, I couldn’t tell from my angle, but it was definitely not a turn off. I went around looking for some shoes, but wasn’t really sure what I was looking for. I mean I wasn’t honestly here for shoes, I was here for another experience, another push in that direction that I had yet to experience.

Looking around though, I started to think, maybe the type of shoe would send some kind of message. Picking up a pair of heels, made me think, classy, but obviously poor if I’m buying them from here. Another pair with leopard print, made me think, looking to make some money around the corner and with what I was wearing if I was caught could lead to security coming in for some questions. I decided to play it safe and look at some Vans slip ons, although I had never bought a pair before, I guess some kinky firsts need some normal first as well. I grabbed a display shoe, black and white checkers and brought it to the front.

My stomach was full of butterflies, you’d think I was about to ask this guy out or make a move instead of just ask help buying a pair of shoes.

“Um, hi, I’m looking for a pair of these, not really sure my size though…” I blushed, because I really didn’t know my size, the last time I bought a pair of shoes was like 4 or 5 years ago.

“Sure, let me get you some help,” get me some help I thought, you aren’t going to help me yourself, “hey Ron, can you help out a customer in the front.”

He went right back to his phone, the awkward, silent minutes felt like an eternity. Then a man much older than I was expecting walked up, he could have been the same age, if not older than my father.

“Hello, Ms, how can I help you?” he said, his smile pleasant, he seemed so innocent and mature, I had thoughts of backing out.

“Um, I’m just trying to find this in my size, but I’m not sure what size it is,” I held up the shoe feeling like an idiot.

“Well come with me, we’ll figure this out together.”

He walked me over to a bench in the corner and now I started to get nervous about just taking a seat. I held the hem of my hoodie and sat down with my legs together as he went and got one of those measures.

“Ok, now first we got to get these off,” he untied my shoe laces and began to take off my right shoe, normally, not a big deal, but with such little on, I almost felt like he was undressing me.

Thankfully he left my socks on, but it was hard keeping my legs together as he took my shoes off, I was worried that he would get a peek at any moment with any sudden shift of my legs as he pulled the shoe off of my foot, but he kept his eyes firmly planted on my feet. When he finally started to measure my foot, he had me move forward a little on the bench and I felt the hoodie ride up from under me as it felt tighter against the top of my legs, and more of my bare skin was starting to touch the cheap plastic.

For an older man he wasn’t really as delicate when it came to measuring my foot, he kept moving things around, taking a closer look at the numbers since it seemed he couldn’t see as well until he finally got my measurements.

“Now, stand for me,” I did without question, it was perfectly normal, so I did, not realizing that he was now eye level with my pussy, the only thing separating him from my most intimate of places was a single, not as thick as I thought hoodie.

His eyes still never left my foot though and with a few quick changes he stood up, taller than me, “I’ll be right back with some sizes, feel free to sit here and wait.”

I took the time to try and calm myself, obviously I wasn’t going to try this with someone old enough to be my father, but at the same time the taboo nature of it was not lost on me and it wasn’t like he was going to pull me off somewhere and have his way with me if he could.

“Ok I grabbed a few sizes to try on,” he put the first pair on the floor.

As I sat there about to slip my foot in, he grabbed a piece of plastic and guided my foot in himself, holding the shoe and then slipping it behind me heel, it was tight and he was having a hard time getting it in, enough so that a few shifts caused my legs to slightly part as he was a little rougher with me than I expected. It was hard to focus on my near nakedness with the way he gripped my ankle, making me focus more on his hands and grips then my state of dress.

“I think this one may be a little too tight,” he said, not me, but he was right.

He pulled it off, raising my leg in the process, not high enough to expose me, but definitely enough to show that I wasn’t wearing any shorts, or at least some very short ones. He didn’t look though as far as I could tell, his focus was still entirely on the shoe he was trying to take off.

He put it away and took out the next shoe, just a half size up and placed it like he did the last one. I slipped my foot in and like before he took a hold of my ankle and slide the piece of plastic behind my heel, it was snug, but not as tight as the first pair.

“This one seems better, how about the other shoe as well?”

He grabbed my left foot and pulled me towards him, scooting me up into the bench the hoodie riding up again, higher than it did last time, I swear that half of my ass was touching the cold plastic of the bench and the front was straining against my legs to pull up higher as well. He had both of my feet on the ground, he then placed his thumb at the tip and felt where my big toe was.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but kids now a days don’t really wear socks with these kinds of shoes.”

“Um, I guess not, I usually wear sandals anyways, so I don’t really know.”

“Let’s try them without the socks then, it’ll probably feel much better,” without another word he was pulling the shoes off and then slipping the socks off one by one.

It went from feeling like he was undressing me to now he was actually removing a piece of clothing from my body and although I have been bare foot for most of my life, now the only article of clothing that was on me was the hoodie. I was feeling even more naked than before and with another shift forward, the only piece of clothing I was wearing was covering me less and less as more of my legs came into view. It was starting to get harder to tell if it was a few inches of just a couple that was the difference between modesty and exposure.

“I can put the shoes on this time,” but before I could completely insist, he stopped me.

“That’s ok Ms. I’m already down here,” he picked up my right leg and put it on his thigh, I could feel the cool air between my legs and as hard as I could to try to keep my thighs together, it was hard to keep balance as he held my foot to his leg.

This time the shoe slipped on without any resistance and he put my foot down to the right of his leg and picked up my left foot to give it the same treatment. If he looked up rather than at my feet, he would have seen right up my hoodie at my bare pussy staring him right in the face.

“Please don’t look up, please don’t look up,” I was willing him in my mind.

He let my foot down and I was covered once again, “now stand up and see how they feel.”

I was thankful to stand, to let the hoodie fall back into place and give me the extra inches of cover that I was once dreading but now felt like miles of cloth against my bare legs.

“Walk around, see how they feel and I’ll go grab one of the mirrors.”

With a much-needed mental break I walked around absolutely loving these shoes, I came to the mall for this dirty little task, but these shoes felt like icing on the cake, a reward to me for following through. With a little slide, Ron came back with a floor mirror and I walked up to it to see how they looked on my feet.

“So, what do you think?”

“Oh, I love them, they’re great,” I was actually pretty happy and didn’t even realize Ron getting back on a knee to reach down and make sure my toe was where it should be.

“Looks like they fit perfectly to me,” he said.

I spun around, looking from the front and then turning around and looking over my shoulder to see them from the back, I didn’t even think about the angle of the mirror or where Ron was sitting till it was too late. I saw him looking at the mirror and could only imagine that he was staring at my bare butt under my hoodie and turning around quickly before I could even think had a clear view of my hairless slit. I felt like a deer in the headlights, I wasn’t sure what to say or do, if sitting down was the answer, moving away, maybe he didn’t notice at all or the angle wasn’t what I thought and he couldn’t see a thing.

“Um, I’ll, um, take them, can I wear them out?”

“Sure,” he coughed clearing his throat, “I’ll pack up your old shoes and socks and Josh will ring you up in the front.”

My cheeks burned as I walked to the front of the store, this time the wait for Ron was much worse than the first time and I could only imagine what thoughts were running through his head.

“Here you go Josh, ring her up, she’ll be wearing the new shoes out,” he didn’t say another word to me, didn’t even look in my direction, just walked away after he handed the box leaving Josh with a puzzled look on his face.

“Sorry, old guy has been around forever, he can be a little cringe sometimes, sorry about that.”