These Boots Were Made for Phonesex prt.2

“What’s your name?” this yummy stranger asked me as his hand moved up my calf guiding my foot into the boot, his eyes rode up the length of my leg.  “Whitney,” I answered with a grin stepped my foot down into the boot standing up over him. “I hope you don’t mind me helping you with these” he said sitting back a little to let me walk past him. “Not at all, I kinda like being serviced by older men” I replied with a wicked smile over my shoulder.  “Is that so?”  He grinned back at me.  “Very much so” I turned around and set my hand on his shoulder and sank my foot into the other boot, “what’s your name?” 

He told me his name was Greg and then said how much he liked the boots on me and that I should have them. I told them that I agreed but they were just a little out of my price range and he just gave me that sexy confident smile that older men get and stood up with the box and said he would take care of it. I wasn’t going to argue with that so I bent down to pick up the shoes I had worn in and felt his eyes on my barely concealed ass. 

Greg paid for the boots and then I felt his hand once more on my lower back as we walked out of the store. I looked up at him and he eyes were fastened to my perky little tits. I thanked him for the boots and he said it was his pleasure. I just laughed and let my eyes slide down to his bulging jeans and looked up at him with mischievous eyes, “So, I see” and walked a little faster so he had to hurry a bit to keep up as I swung the heels I was wearing  from my fingers and walked towards the exit.  “I need to put these in my car” I told him, and he said that he would be happy to walk with me, as his hand moved to “adjust” his own bulky package.  (more to cum..)

Whitney

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