I thought she was about forty when I saw her in the store. She was a pretty white woman, kind of short but with a nice slim body. Her legs looked very firm and she must have worked out religiously. It was just before six o'clock and there was only the supervisor and I on the floor.
I walked over to near where she was browsing in case she had any questions. The store sells a big variety of athletics equipment and we get a lot of hot looking women coming in. I was a senior in high school working to earn some extra cash for the holidays. She began looking at the footwear and I asked if I could help her.
After listening to her workout regimen, I showed her a few different types. She selected three that she liked and asked to try them on.
"What size?" I asked.
"Better measure," she told me with a smile. "I hear your feet get bigger when you get older. Of course you've got big feet already, don't you?" She laughed and looked down at my size fifteen sneakers.
I was slightly embarrassed because this older woman was flirting with me. I helped her try on the shoes and she left her legs slightly open while I slipped them on. I tried not to be obvious when I looked. I don't know if she saw what I was doing but I could see almost up to her panties. In the end, she couldn't decide and said she think about it and come back the next day.
"I'm Blaine," I told her. "We work on commission here, so please ask for me if you come back." She promised she would and gave me a big smile as she left.
About 5:30 the next night, she returned. "I'm Denise," she told me extending her hand. "I don't know if you remember, but I was in here yesterday."
"Sure I remember," I told her, shaking hands. Her hand was so soft and warm; I felt my cock harden just a bit. "Do you want to see the same shoes as yesterday?"
She was smiling and looking into my eyes when she nodded.
"We better check your size again," I told her. "Just to make sure you haven't grown overnight." It was a joke around the store. If an attractive women wearing a skirt came in, we'd say, "I'd love to measure her feet." It meant we wanted to look up her skirt.
Guys were always bragging about how some hot babe had let him look up her skirt then come back and let him do it again. They'd say how the girls had to know we were looking and that they wanted us to do it. Some of them had skirts so short we were sure they came in like that on purpose, just to tease us.
Denise did laugh at my joke but she also sat in the chair by the measuring stool. Her skirt was much shorter than the one she'd worn yesterday and I wondered if she'd worn it with me in mind. I slipped off her shoe and put her foot on the measuring instrument (it's called a Brannock Device).
She let her legs separate and it was easy for me to see all the way up to her panties. She smiled when she saw me looking.
"Is it getting bigger?" she asked laughing. I felt my cock starting to get hard and I was pretty sure she wasn't talking about her foot. I have to be careful about getting a hard on because my cock is so big. I got up to go look for the shoes.
When I helped her on with the shoes, she was spreading her legs so wide, her skirt rode up almost to the tops of her thighs. There was no doubt she was enjoying flashing me her pussy.
In the end, she couldn't decide between two pairs and bought them both, which was nice for me. When I cashed her out, her coat came open and I could see she had on a sheer white blouse and no bra. Her tits were small but round and the nipples were pale pink.
