Sexy Leather Boots: Heels On and In Deep

Sexy Leather Boots: Heels On, In Deep

I didn’t plan to stop at the shoe store. I was just killing time, letting my steps wander without purpose. The air outside was heavy with the scent of summer rain, and my sexy leather boots clicked against the damp sidewalk, echoing loneliness. When I stepped inside, it felt like crossing into another world… warm, quiet, and scented with leather and polished wood. My nipples tightened from the sudden temperature change, but something else made my body stir before I even knew why.

The place was nearly empty. Sexy leather boots lined the walls in glimmering rows, but it was him I noticed first, tall, lean, and dark eyed, crouched beside a display like he was posing for sin. He looked up at me, slowly. And when his gaze traveled down over my hips, my skirt, my calves, finally settling on my sexy leather boots. I felt it like a stroke between my thighs.

I hovered near a display of sexy leather boots in crimson.

Unsure why I hadn’t walked back out. But before I could turn, he was beside me, silent, smooth. He lifted a pair of deep red sexy leather boots… dangerous, glossy, almost too high, and nodded toward the velvet chair nearby. I sat. The moment I did, the dynamic shifted, and something in me tightened.

He knelt before me and unzipped my sexy leather boots, his hands steady and reverent. As he slipped it off, his fingers brushed along the arch of my foot. Light, teasing. His thumb followed, pressing just enough to make me shiver. He glanced up, and his mouth curved into the ghost of a smile. I offered him the last of my sexy leather boots without a word.

This time, his touch lingered. He ran his fingers under the curve of my toes, dragging slowly across the sensitive flesh of my instep. The pressure sent a jolt of heat between my legs, and I felt myself swell against the lace of my panties. He slipped the new sexy high heels on, his knuckles grazing my ankle with deliberate care.

Then he reached for the second in the set of sexy leather boots.

As he adjusted the strap, his mouth lowered. First just near my toes, then closer, until I felt his lips press a soft, deliberate kiss to the tender spot beneath my arch. My breath caught, and my knees parted slightly without permission, the height of the sexy leather boots forcing my thighs to angle open.

“You’re sensitive,” he murmured, voice like velvet. His hands slid up beneath my skirt, palms stroking the inside of my thighs. When he reached the soaked strip of my panties, he groaned softly. The heels of my sexy leather boots dug into the rug beneath the chair, anchoring me as his fingers teased the edge of my heat.

“I think I’ll take the high heels,” I whispered..

He stood then, unzipping his pants. I watched his cock spring free, thick, hard, flushed. My legs spread wider instinctively, high heels still on, toes digging in. He pushed my panties aside and sank to his knees again, this time to worship my feet but with his cock. Leaving no part untouched. No longer playing the hot babysitter, but the sexy leather goddess.

Did I let him worship every inch of me? Did he get to rub his cock over those boots? Call me to find out.

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