I was looking forward to a long lazy Saturday. My step-daughter was visiting for the weekend, and she and my wife were planning to be getting in an afternoon full of retail therapy, and I planned to stay at home. I'd have a chance to surf Literotica and a variety of other websites that stirred my imagination. But, not everything turns out the way we planned.
As I was getting comfortable in front in my computer, I heard someone coming down the stairs. Turning, I watched my wife Laurie enter and cross the room. She was dressed to impress, a white blouse that showed the lacy bras covering her large breasts under it, a black skirt which ended just above the knees and a sexy pair of black open-toed stilettos. She knows what the look of ladies in sexy shoes does to me and I was pleasantly contemplating having this view in my mind throughout the afternoon as she got closer.
She stepped between my spread knees and, as my hands slipped under her skirt along the sides of her thighs, she leaned forward to kiss me deeply. My fingers lightly traced the elastic lace at the tops of her stockings, and my cock stirred as my mind wandered after my fingers. Laurie stood up, her hands clamped down on mine, holding them in place through the material of her skirt and she smiled as I looked up at her from my seated position.
"Get ready," she spoke plainly, "you're coming shopping with us."
She immediately waved off my look of reluctance with a telling glance f her own.
"We're going shopping for shoes and you're coming too. I'll even let you walk behind us so you can admire the ones we're wearing now. And I'll make sure you get what you deserve later."
My mind was working quickly and a smile crept over my face. The anticipation of a long slow tease was too good to ignore and I nodded as we heard her daughter coming down the stairs.
Laurie stepped back and turned to meet he daughter as my hands slipped fro beneath her skirt. My step-daughter Molly was as tall as her mother at six feet, as well developed, and as nicely dressed. She also wore a skirt which ended above her knees, displaying her muscular calves. Over this she wore a snug red sweater that accentuated her curves. On her feet were a very classy pair of black patent leather pumps. Like her mother's these had a slender three-inch heel that certainly helped to define her sexy calf muscles.
With visions of erotic rewards dancing in my head, I decided that chauffeuring the ladies could be productive use of my otherwise idle afternoon. And I certainly couldn't complain about the prospect of the sexy visual these two ladies with their skirts, hose and heels would be providing me on our shopping trip. The scene was even sweeter for the fact that while Laurie would know exactly what was on my mind, our sweet daughter was seemingly oblivious to the distraction their sexy legs and shoes would be providing me.
I spent the afternoon in a distracted trace, following the ladies on their shopping journey. Each time I sat on the mall benches outside of their chosen stores, I was able to watch the parade of well-dressed ladies go by. The constant sight of calves and more; legs, ankles and feet, sexy shoes and sexy bodies; was enough to make me forget my earlier intention to remain at home. More than once Laurie startled me by catching me as I was watching some particularly delectable girl walk by. She knew the game and enjoyed the state it ready created in my imaginative male mind.
My delightful afternoon was drawing to close as my two ladies entered one of their favourite shoe stores. I was directed to a bench outside the shop, and unfortunately the one which might allow me views of them trying on shoes was taken by a young family. So I sat with my back to the store and amused myself watching the passing people.
After about 45 minutes my cell phone rang. Not surprisingly, it was my wife checking up on me, as we sometimes did when separated in a larger store or mall and watched to make contact to meet up again.
"I think you need to come in here," she said.
"On my way." I responded even as I realized the connection was ended.
I walked into the store to find my wife standing near the cash beside a petite sales clerk. The clerk was impeccably dressed in a black knit dress, belted with a shiny back leather belt, and wearing very cute pink Mary Jane pumps. As my eyes rose again I then noticed her strawberry blonde hair and a pair of piercing green eyes that sparkled with an impish demeanor.
I immediately checked Laurie's feet for new shoes and saw that she was now wearing a pair in contrasting white and black patent leather. The closed toecaps reflected the ceiling lights, and the shoes' uppers met at the top of her arch where they were very neatly laced together and tied with a bow. Slender black heels completed her sexy footwear and they were a good inch taller than the ones she had started the day with. The black and white motif neatly complemented Laurie's white blouse and black skirt.
I looked up at my wife, for these shoes put her three inches over my own height and smiled.
"Very nice," I said.
"Can I have them?" she asked.
"I suppose so," was my tentative response, as if I knew where this game was going.
"Oh goody," she said quickly, and then to the clerk at her side, "he'll pay."
I could see that one coming, I thought as I reached for my wallet. I stepped up to the cash and laid my credit card on the counter. I could feel my wife move close to me and her hand touched and then gently kneaded my ass. And then, to use an appropriate pun, the other shoe dropped.
"Molly found something she likes too," my wife whispered in my ear, "do you think you can buy two pairs?"
I hardly needed to look to see the devilish glint in my wife's eye, or her teasing smile. We both turned as Molly came out from between the racks of shoes. She waked carefully, slightly unfamiliar with the height of her new heels, but she was obviously growing more comfortable with every step.
Her new shoes were as high at the heel as her mothers, a very sexy five inches. But the style was completely different. Open toed sling-backs, the glossy black sides and narrow upper strap were of shiny black patent leather, edged with shiny red along the edges of the soles and along the top edge of the black leather upper. The shiny black stiletto heels matched her mothers in thinness and height. To complete the image, the red leather edging exactly matched the bright red polish that she had on her toenails.
My step-daughter walked towards us, and my answer caught in my throat as I watched the firm muscles of her calves flex with each step. I was mesmerized until my wife leaned close and put her lips beside my ear.
"Close your mouth dear, and tell her if you'll buy her that pretty new pair of shoes."
"Uh," I stumbled on my words, "yes, yes I will, if she'd like that."
"Good boy," my wife whispered.
