Madge asked me to lock up everything for her as she flew out the door in a big hurry. All I usually do is dust the shelves and vacuum the carpet of her ladies shoe store – as a part time job. I also placed the stock in the store room according to their numbering system. I was about to lock the doors when I heard some one clear their throat behind me. I pretty blonde was near the back of the store looking at some shoes. I went back to her and politely told her that the store was closed. She looked at me and smiled and said that she really needed to have a new pair of shoes right now and that if I helped her she would be very, very thankful to me. I tried to explain that I had no experience, nor authority to sell her any shoes. She pouted her pretty red lips and put her soft hand on my arm and begged me to help her out. I checked the cash and noticed that Madge had even left her keys in the lock. I locked the front door and pocketed them just in case. I knew how to operate the cash and I knew all the codes, so I thought to myself, what the hell.
This pretty lady needed my help so I said yes. She had her preference in her hand so I checked the code, asked her size and went to the store room to get her selection. I was back in a few minutes with several pair up and down her size. Rather than sitting in one of the chairs, she was sitting on the display counter which was slightly lower than a kitchen counter. She had dropped her shoes on the floor and I positioned my stool in front of her. She said that her feet were really sore from wearing those shoes. So as I sat down I started to massage one of her feet a little. She enjoyed that and expressed her appreciation with an ooh and a broad smile. I was about to try one of the new shoes, but she said that the other foot was also sore and maneuvered that foot into my hands. In doing so she had opened her legs somewhat and her short skirt had moved further above her knees and as my eyes were at the right height to see up her skirt, I could see the start of her white slip and a little way up her inner thighs. I must have showed my interest as she wiggled a little more and I saw even more than before. She said that I should change jobs and be a masseur rather than a shoe salesman. I smiled and nervously moved my hands up to her ankle and started to massage gently but firmly up her calf to her knee. She asked me to do the other ankle as well and this time her legs parted so much that I could see the top of her nylons and even her white panties.