Amanda's Young Men by Madeline Moore Read Free Book Online

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    Amanda felt another twinge of conscience. Gee? Surely, if he was managing a shoe store, the lad must at least be legal? Amanda twitched her right knee. Her skirt parted as far as the top of her stocking. Rupert’s eyes followed it.
    ‘Er – how may I help you?’ he asked.
    ‘Shoes. Something pretty – something very sexy.’
    ‘Pumps? Sandals? Any particular colour? What sort of heels do you like?’
    ‘Anything nice. It’s not that I
need
new shoes, but a woman can’t have too many pairs, can she?’
    Rupert pulled a stool over and picked up a measuring stick. ‘I’ll just check your size.’
    Amanda lifted her right foot to let him remove her open-toed black and white hound’s tooth check pump. He eased her foot from her shoe reverently, his fingers curled into her arch, his thumb gentle on her instep.
    After he’d measured, he looked up and asked her, ‘Did you know that you are a perfect “sample” size?’
    ‘Am I? Is that good?’
    ‘It’s the size that looks best in a shoe. Plus, since we often get one-off samples shipped in, it means I have more stylish, um, styles to offer you. You’re in luck!’
    ‘That sounds like fun, but aren’t I keeping you? Don’t you have a date or something you’d rather be doing?’
    ‘Rather than fitting shoes on to the elegant feet of a beautiful woman? I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.’
    ‘Your parents aren’t expecting you home?’
    He laughed. ‘I live alone,’ he said. ‘All alone.’
    Amanda batted her eyelashes at him. ‘Why, I do believe you’re flirting with me, young man.’
    He turned crimson. ‘I didn’t mean any offence.’
    ‘None taken.’ She paused. ‘Shoes?’
    He stood and turned away quickly, but not so quickly that she couldn’t see the erection bulging in his pants. Rupert was gone through a bead-curtained doorway for a few minutes before returning with three shoeboxes. He tried a kitten-heeled halter sandal on her. It suited her. Amanda lifted up her left foot to try the other shoe on. There was no doubt about it, he was subtly caressing her feet as he worked. She stood and tried a few steps.
    ‘I’ll take these.’
    ‘Thank you, madam. Will there be anything else?’
    ‘I never buy just one pair of shoes at a time. What else have you got to show me?’
    ‘Oh – lots. As I said, we get a lot of samples and they are almost always in your size.’
    Amanda rejected the other two styles he’d brought. Rupert gathered their boxes and stood up. ‘I’ll be right back, with more.’
    ‘Wouldn’t it save time if I came with you and picked out the ones I want to try on?’
    ‘Sorry, madam, but it’s company policy. Customers aren’t allowed in the stacks.’
    Amanda pouted. ‘That’s a shame. I love the smell of leather and I bet the back room is redolent with it. The scent of leather … affects me. Smells can, you know – pheromones.’
    ‘A-affects you?’
    Good boy! He was reading between the lines.
    Amanda said, ‘No one need know. We’re all alone. No one can see us. It’s very private, isn’t it? I won’t tell anyone what we get up to if you won’t.’
    Rupert glanced around nervously, as if he expected his district supervisor to pop out of a shoebox. ‘It can’t hurt, can it?’
    ‘Might be fun,’ she encouraged.
    In the stacks, the aisles between the shelves were no more than three feet wide. They could hardly help bumping hips from time to time. Amanda had had no idea, up till that very moment, that the thrills and chills of her youth were still accessible , but every time their bodies connected she shivered inwardly. ‘So, where do you keep all these samples?’
    ‘Different shelves, in with other similar styles.’
    ‘Makes sense. What that up there?’ She pointed to the larger slightly battered boxes that were crammed into the space between the tops of the shelves and the ceiling.
    Rupert pulled a sour face. ‘Winter boots.’
    ‘Already?’
    ‘Last year’s,