We're all blessed with something. At least I'm pretty sure we all are. Something that at times is a blessing and sometimes it's a curse.
For instance I have women friends who are blessed with great beauty. It is a blessing. It effortlessly attracts many lovers, opens many doors (exceptionally wide at times), gains them pardons and bonuses without asking. The curse is attracting attention from men they don't want anything to do with, they have trouble being taken seriously sometimes in business situations, they can't go out with a group of girlfriends without being hit on endlessly and they can't go anywhere without men gawking at them and making uninvited comments. Some women friends have a little less beauty but fabulous bodies that attract no less attention but sometimes more rude and lewd comments which is never appreciated.
Me, I was blessed with a big cock and large testicles. I know. Every man thinks he wants a huge cock and big balls. While they have got me attention all on their own they also have been a curse. Many women just can't take it once I am fully erect and they try to force me inside their wee pussies. So I get lots of hand jobs and blow jobs that don't take in much more than the head of my penis.
Don't get me wrong. I have had many great wild nights of sex with women who find great glee fucking the daylights out of me and themselves, but an equal number of nights frustrated by women unwilling to even try riding my cock once they see it fully engorged.
As such, sometimes I don't want the attraction the ever-present bulge in my pants attracts. For instance, when I go shopping for clothes, I often seek out male salespeople knowing they will likely be grossed out if they notice the lump in my pants as opposed to women who sometimes become wide-eyed should they notice and go out of their way to find an opportunity to touch it or get a close-up view. Except for those occasions when the male sales clerk is gay, then the it may as well be a horny woman.
I had been working long days and nights recently, including weekends. The spring weather had just warmed. I was meeting a group of friends for brunch on Sunday and I needed some new shoes. We had just worked all day. I was wrapping up at 8:00pm so I had just enough time to stop by a local high end men's store I liked to shop in. I was in the store somewhat infrequently because of my work schedule and their prices. I had seen some shoes in the window that were exactly what I was looking for. It was about 8:30 when I walked in. I was tired, carrying my loaded messenger bag and not thinking about my blessing.
A pretty young lady came out from behind the counter. The store was otherwise empty.
"Hi. Welcome. Is there anything I can help you with tonight?"
Other than being pretty and generally well proportioned. My focus on purchasing the shoes and getting home distracted me from taking much note of her.
"Actually, I was looking at those brown shoes in your window," I said pointing to the shoes that had caught my eye.
"Oh, they're my favorite shoes. What size are you? I will go and get a pair for you to try on."
"Ten and a half."
"Have a seat. I will be right back."
I let my eyes scan the shop while I walked over to the chairs this young woman had pointed out. I put my bag down, sat in chair and waited for her return.
She came back carrying two boxes. "These sometimes fit small so I brought a pair of 11's as well."
I shrugged my shoulders and nodded my head acknowledging her forethought. I slipped off my right shoe while she positioned herself side-saddle on one of those shoe seller stools with the little ramp in front of it. She set the boxes beside her and unpacked the first pair of shoes. When she turned to face me I saw her name tag pinned to her navy v-neck sweater said Karen. Karen expertly twisted herself and slipped the shoe over my foot and a shoehorn behind my heel. I pushed down and the shoe slid onto my foot.
"How does that feel," Karen asked.
"Pretty good actually."
"Good. Let's get the left one on and get you to walk around the store a bit."
I was already slipping off my left shoe and said, "Yep. Let's do that Karen." She smiled.
I moved my right foot off the stool and presented my left foot to Karen. Smoothly she slipped the shoe onto my foot, reaching around a bit further with the shoehorn she leaned closer to me. I pushed my foot down. I couldn't help but notice Karen's eyes widen and a quiet "Oh my" slip out between her lips. I glanced at her. Her gaze was fixated on my crotch. I closed my eyes and ignored her comment.
I pushed myself up and took a few steps.
"They look great. How do they feel?"
"They feel good. Perfect actually."
Karen bowed her head a little, "Those are the elevens. Do you want to try the 10 and a half?"
I looked down at my shoes and hesitated. "These feel pretty good."
"Sit down and let's try the 10 and a halfs, then you won't question your decision."
I returned to the chair. Karen was digging out the smaller size. "Is one foot larger than the other?"
"Typically my right I think."
As I sat Karen swung around and was facing me. Somehow she managed to pinch her knees together so I couldn't see up her short skirt. Not that I was looking, but given the opportunity you can bet I would have taken a peek.
"Put your foot up and let me take that one off. So, are you buying these for an occasion or for a treat?"
My foot was up. Karen slipped off the shoe only glancing at my crotch once or twice. "A little of both I guess. I've been working hard lately and I'm meeting some friends for brunch tomorrow."
