Sinful_whispers
~ThE PeRfEcT ImPeRfEcT~
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Syn loved the shops that were out of the way, small and personal.Where you know the ower, workers and they know exactly what their customers want as soon as they walk in the door.She loved heels.If there was anything that would even vastly come close to an how good an orgasm felt to her, or compared to it it was definatly footware.Stilettos, pumps, boots,platforms and even sandles, were a weakness for her.Recently moving to a totally different new area, she was lost.There were no more Fifth Avenue shoe stores with those huge display windows that housed nothing but wall to wall sexy heels and the accessories that went along with them.No more cafe' latte shops to gab with girlfriends for brunch,or designer stores that carrries all the famous names of the top ten world class designers with those costly tags that would make a dent in her bank account.Glancing about the four squared rustic looking old town in Missouri, she felt she fell into the Twight Zone, another era ..a place that time seemed to stop from back when the gold rush was going on.Out og the four blocks of the samll town block there was a Father and Son hardware store, Thrift shop,Auto parts store,and a bunch of antiques places.One clothing store that had wrangle jeans, t-shirts and clothing along that line.
Pushing on the door of a small hole in the wall resturant, she entered and took a seat.The towns folk seemed to know each other rather well, as they exchanged pleasantries and ask how this one was, that one was, and even prices that cattle, laying hens and hay were going for.Eyes were upon her the minute she stepped into the place and followed her till she took a seat back in a small corner booth.Syn was 5'5,128lbs.,38D breasts, big blue doe eyes with those curled long balck lashes that would flutter and bring a man to his knees.Reaching up her fingers ran through her long ravven tress of lazy loose curls.Starring out the window she didn't even realize that the waitress was standing at her table."Hi! I'm shelly, what can I getcha' today?" Her southern accent was strong, which caused Syn to smile.She had one herself and it was defiantly getting strong as time went on.Shelly was the first one dressed more to what she was used to..short leather mini,spider-web black stocking top, with 'fuck me' heels.Her hair was dark jet black, with red tips."Hello shelly just a cup of coffee please." Shelly smiled, slipped the order pad in the apron and turned and headed to the counter.Before Syn knew it she was back with a cup coffee , placed it upon the table and slipped into the booth seat across from her."Your new about here huh?" Syn smiled to the button-nosed attractive girl."Yes, moved here about a month ago..easy to tell I'm sure." Sheely laughed and nodded her head."The outfit was a dead giveaway."They continued to talk, Shelly was eighteen and dying to leave the small town as soon as she graduated high school."Well, there is one place you can check out, it looks like an old shabby shop from the outside but inside...its a TOTALLY different world.Since we are below the biblebelt, Shoey tries to please the old folks by staying out of the way and more hidden.Nobody needs extra stress and bullshit yanno?"Syn got the directions from Shelly and headed out.Three blocks over , and look for the sign with a shoe above the door.
Following the directions she looked up above all the older door frames and her eyes caught an old wooden sign swaying back and forth with a black leather pump upon it.Her long thin fingers curled about the tarnished golden handle as her thumb opressed the latch down pulling it open, immediatly hearing the bell sound as she looked about.A twinge in her loins was felt as the door handle slipped from her hand closing behind her.Her eyes ran over the wall shelves quickly, and to the center displays.This was the first place she felt at ease and comfortable.Stepping forth she made her way to one center display..her fingers ran along the red leather pump with a 5 inch heel, then the black with a six..she closed her eyes and sighed out softly, making her way about the display.Her thoughts drifted back to a young male salesman.He was Nineteen and had a footfetish that served Syn well.Needless to say she had bought alot of shoes from him.Her eyes opened as she looked around. Reading the sign above the desk hanging on the wall.."Shoey's Shoez.." she called out in a pleasant soft female voice."Hello? Anyone about?".She walked along the wall shelves as a patent pink sandle with a 6 inch spherical heel had caught her attention out of the corner of her eye..The sight of the platform almost caused her nipples to harden.A sound caught her attention as she turned about she smiled to the young gentleman.Syn stood there for a moment, then turned back to the stripper heel, looking it over as it would match the short, spaghetti string ,mid-thigh dress form-fitting she was wearing.Even tho the wrap up sandles she was wearing did..these were what she was looking for.
Pushing on the door of a small hole in the wall resturant, she entered and took a seat.The towns folk seemed to know each other rather well, as they exchanged pleasantries and ask how this one was, that one was, and even prices that cattle, laying hens and hay were going for.Eyes were upon her the minute she stepped into the place and followed her till she took a seat back in a small corner booth.Syn was 5'5,128lbs.,38D breasts, big blue doe eyes with those curled long balck lashes that would flutter and bring a man to his knees.Reaching up her fingers ran through her long ravven tress of lazy loose curls.Starring out the window she didn't even realize that the waitress was standing at her table."Hi! I'm shelly, what can I getcha' today?" Her southern accent was strong, which caused Syn to smile.She had one herself and it was defiantly getting strong as time went on.Shelly was the first one dressed more to what she was used to..short leather mini,spider-web black stocking top, with 'fuck me' heels.Her hair was dark jet black, with red tips."Hello shelly just a cup of coffee please." Shelly smiled, slipped the order pad in the apron and turned and headed to the counter.Before Syn knew it she was back with a cup coffee , placed it upon the table and slipped into the booth seat across from her."Your new about here huh?" Syn smiled to the button-nosed attractive girl."Yes, moved here about a month ago..easy to tell I'm sure." Sheely laughed and nodded her head."The outfit was a dead giveaway."They continued to talk, Shelly was eighteen and dying to leave the small town as soon as she graduated high school."Well, there is one place you can check out, it looks like an old shabby shop from the outside but inside...its a TOTALLY different world.Since we are below the biblebelt, Shoey tries to please the old folks by staying out of the way and more hidden.Nobody needs extra stress and bullshit yanno?"Syn got the directions from Shelly and headed out.Three blocks over , and look for the sign with a shoe above the door.
Following the directions she looked up above all the older door frames and her eyes caught an old wooden sign swaying back and forth with a black leather pump upon it.Her long thin fingers curled about the tarnished golden handle as her thumb opressed the latch down pulling it open, immediatly hearing the bell sound as she looked about.A twinge in her loins was felt as the door handle slipped from her hand closing behind her.Her eyes ran over the wall shelves quickly, and to the center displays.This was the first place she felt at ease and comfortable.Stepping forth she made her way to one center display..her fingers ran along the red leather pump with a 5 inch heel, then the black with a six..she closed her eyes and sighed out softly, making her way about the display.Her thoughts drifted back to a young male salesman.He was Nineteen and had a footfetish that served Syn well.Needless to say she had bought alot of shoes from him.Her eyes opened as she looked around. Reading the sign above the desk hanging on the wall.."Shoey's Shoez.." she called out in a pleasant soft female voice."Hello? Anyone about?".She walked along the wall shelves as a patent pink sandle with a 6 inch spherical heel had caught her attention out of the corner of her eye..The sight of the platform almost caused her nipples to harden.A sound caught her attention as she turned about she smiled to the young gentleman.Syn stood there for a moment, then turned back to the stripper heel, looking it over as it would match the short, spaghetti string ,mid-thigh dress form-fitting she was wearing.Even tho the wrap up sandles she was wearing did..these were what she was looking for.