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DY-4
by Seeker
Bryce, otherwise known
as Dy-4, his alter ego on the internet — the personality that could
be more like himself — was on another weekend business trip. He
hated these trips; the flight, the food, the shitty hotel rooms
and service. There was only one thing that kept him going, well
maybe two, but that’s another story.
He was a data engineer.
What did that mean? Nothing! Some years ago he had an idea that
might change the world or he had hoped. But all it did was ensure
that he would be on a endless lecture tour to computer no-minds
and business would-be’s. Thank god the job paid well, really well.
Bryce wasn’t a particularly
attractive man, though he wasn’t ugly either. He just had strange
eyes — piercing. Eyes that could look through you or stare you down.
Women either loved them or hated them. Bryce though had a hard time
with women; he couldn’t get it on with them.
Bryce really was just
a nice quiet guy with a lot going for him financially; however,
love had never been on his side.
He had had a couple
of girlfriends but nothing ever really worked out. He had secrets
and his secrets kept him at a distance and away from possible long-term
relationships. Secrets! He was ashamed of them, guilty over them,
embarrassed about them — you name it. Women would never understand
his needs, or so he thought. However, Bryce had never given them
a chance or himself the credit.
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Bryce had had an exceptional
meeting this afternoon — a group of business women that seemed to
eat his lecture up. They even laughed at his bad computer jokes.
Maybe the afternoon went well because it was Saturday and everyone
was casual and comfortable, or maybe it was due to his audience;
all women whom he had just won them over.
One of the women in
the front, a pretty girl with short blond hair, had even asked him
out after for a drink.
Bryce declined, citing
he had already made plans. What an idiot! This girl was hot. What
could possibly have been better?
It was a beautiful day.
Bryce probably turned down his only chance for companionship on
this trip. There was only one thing left he wanted to do.
After going to his hotel
room to change and eat, Bryce decided to get right to some shopping.
He crossed a small park and went up a street to what appeared to
be a downtown mall.
As HE strolled through
the mall, he found nothing of interest; the mall was empty. He had
always loved busy shopping centers; he could sit and walk around
for hours staring and following pretty women, always checking out
their footwear.
Across the road was
a shoe store and, according to its sign, it specialized in woman's
shoes and boots size 10 and up. “Hmmm,” he thought, “why not?”
Bryce entered the store
to have a look around. This is something he did in most woman’s
shoe stores; it was his real hobby, if you could call it that.
The store was large
and very well designed with nice displays and lighting. It was much
wider than it appeared from outside.
Inside, in the front
of the store dusting a display of sandals, stood a very tall young
lady. She was wearing a short tight red dress, white lacy bobby
socks and a pair of bright, new, red Keds sneakers. She had her
back turned to him and called out “I’ll be with you in a sec.”
Her Keds were fresh
from the box and were at least a size ten. Go figure in a large
woman’s shop. Bryce was in heaven. This girl was hot and easily
made up for the disappointment in the mall.
The young lady turned
and smiled. Bryce was star struck she was beautiful.
She said a polite hello
while giving him the big look-over.
He started to stroll
around the store but couldn’t keep his eyes from her sneakers and
beautiful long, tanned legs.
She must have suspected
he was staring at her legs or sneakers because she started to model
and pose her feet and legs. Her activities could have been imagination
or wishful thinking on Brace’s part. Nonetheless, she turned her
legs and lifted a heel this way and that for no apparent reason
other than to give a show.
Bryce moved deeper into
the store and as he passed her, she asked, “Can I assist you, sir-r-r?”
She had a lovely southern accent, not too heavy, just nice.
Bryce lost his voice
and couldn’t speak at first. He could tell his face was red because
it felt like it was on fire.
“Do you sell Keds?”
he blurted out. “I’m looking for a pair for... my... girlf...”
With out a blink of
the eye she says, “Right this way sir. We have lot’s … and your
size — I think.”
“Well they’re not for
meee....”
Bryce hadn’t said this
loud enough for any human to hear, let alone the sales girl, who
was now clear across the store.
“This way sir,” she
called.
She was standing in
front of a large wall display of women’s sneakers. There were Nike
Reebok, Tretorn, Keds and others.
“What would you like
to try on sir?”. Her statement really threw poor old Bryce off.
She was looking him straight in the eye and she had a curious little
smile.
“Don’t be shy sir. We
have a lot of men buy here. I’ll bet you’d like something in red
like mine.”
“Well, alrigh......”
He managed a whisper.
Bryce would have normally
answered with something like, “My girlfriend asked me to pick her
up some new sneakers while I was in the city.” But the woman’s statement
threw him for a loop.
She smiled and headed
off to the stock room.
Bryce was burning up.
He lost his business-man composure; not that Bryce had a lot to
begin with.
The skin on his face
was burning tight, his heart was pounding, and an erection was growing
in his pants. Luckily he was wearing loose khaki pants and boxers.
The salesgirl returned
shortly with several boxes, slid a stool over to his seat, and motioned
for his right foot.
“I brought a few others
I thought you might like, sir. You look like a women’s ten or eleven.
I brought you eleven’s to start.”
She sat down so close
that their knees touched. Bryce’s senses must have been acute because
he could smell the new canvas of her shoes and a light feminine
odor which started his penis throbbing.
Quickly and professionally,
she laced up his first pair of white canvas. She removed his loafers,
fit both sneakers on his feet, and firmly tightened the laces.
“I was right again sir.
Elevens seem to fit you fine …I serve quite a few men here and I
can always guess their size. You’re the first Keds customer though
… most come in for stiletto’s or boots”
Bryce had never even
in his dreams put woman’s sneakers on in public, let alone had someone
do it for him. This women was making it worse or better or what.
Hell, he was ready to cream his shorts!
“Why don’t you try walking
a bit sir? To see how they feel.”
Bryce did exactly as
instructed and headed to the mirror for a look. On his way back
to his chair he lifted his eyes from the floor to her face and again
she still had that curious little smile.
Bryce could feel a wet
spot developing where his penis rubbed against his shorts. He was
leaking pre- cum. He hoped it wasn’t showing through his pants,
he knew how hard he was.
She asked him how it
felt while lacing the next pair of sneakers. His reply was complete
gibberish. His mind was racing and he started to wonder if she was
referring to how his cock felt or the shoes.
As he started to sit,
he noticed that she seemed to be rubbing herself. It looked like
she might have been massaging the heel of one of the sneakers against
her crouch. “No,” he thought, “she couldn’t be doing this.”
Time seemed to stop
then start again. Finally she declared, “Aren't Keds great? Do you
like to wear other women’s clothing?”
Bryce was speechless,
almost. “Well no, I don’t wear, women’s …”
“It’s OK sir. Lot’s
of men do, and some us girls like it.”
She slipped the white
sneakers off his feet without undoing the laces and very quickly
placed and laced up the pair of red Keds.
Bryce was just about
to stand like before. However she slid her hand onto his lap and
started stroking his erect penis through his pants.
“Oh sir, you have a
nice one.”
He was completely taken
back and in complete ecstasy!
She looked at him straight
in the eye. “You see sir, some of us like it.”
She stroked him a few
more times then reached down and slipped off one of her sneakers.
The aroma hit Bryce like a heat wave. This sneaker had been on her
foot for several hours, but there was no doubt it was brand new
that morning.
“Here sir, put this
to your nose.”
Was she doing this for
him or her?
She opened his fly,
removed his erect cock, and started stroking it again.
Bryce was coming to
orgasm. He then noticed that she had her other hand up her dress
and was wildly rubbing her clit.
She had on white cotton
panties — very much like what young girls wear.
She pulled the crotch
to one side exposing a beautifully hairless slit and was working
her zone with a finger deep inside her cunt. Bryce tried to move
towards her but her hand held him down.
Bryce had one more look
at her legs and sneakers before his cock erupted with hot jets of
cum. She seemed to be reaching orgasm herself as well because her
rubbing became feverish. She let out a loud moan and twisted the
head of his penis two or three more times. Cum was everywhere: up
her arm, splats on her dress, and gobs running down Bryce’s cock
onto his pants.
He was overwhelmed and
dripping wet with cum. It was running down the insides of his pants.
Without saying a word, she took his hand and lead him to the store
washroom and instructed him to clean up.
She pulled some toilet
paper off the roll, wiped the semen off her arm, didn’t leave. She
stood there watching.
Bryce hesitated for
a moment. She commanded, “Well, clean yourself up.”
He didn’t know what
to do except comply.
Bryce was still physically
shaken, turned on and still quite embarrassed from this experience
when the store telephone rang. She ran off to answer it. “Oh thank
god,” thought Bryce, “a little privacy to clean up.”
Having finished in the
washroom, he walked out into the store. She was still on the phone
and just finishing her call. She looked at his feet and giggled
into the phone, “OK, sure, I will, good- bye.”
Bryce was even more
stunned by what happened next.
“My name’s Pam what’s
yours?”
“Bryce.”
She asked, “How long
will you be in town?”
“I fly out tomorrow
night if I finish my business. Why?” Bryce replied.
She looked at the store
clock. It was three-thirty. “Bryce, listen, you’ve gotta leave but
can you come back at 6:00 when I close.”
“Sure I guess.”
“You’ve gotta leave
now!”
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