My Favourite

Like most men, I love the colour red. Not the hair colour of course. Then again, that's ginger or to be polite, strawberry blond. But in every other sense I love red. My favourite sports teams wear red and I drive a red car. However, most importantly, I love my women in red. Red dresses, red coats and red shoes. Not necessarily all at once... I'm not totally crazy.

My second great passion is feet. Women's... that is. Preferably manicured, but I'm not going to turn my nose up at seeing the odd callus or patch of dry skin. But it is a big gripe of mine that most women don't give a second thought to their feet. Women in general think that painting their toe nails is more than enough podiatry care. I do try to educate them. In fact I see it as my mission to get them to appreciate their feet as much as I do.

So, after my rant you would probably expect me to be a podiatrist or chiropodist. But unfortunately I didn't receive a university education. But I did the next best thing podiatry care. I own a shoe shop. Naturally I called it after my favourite colour... Red.

It's Friday, my favourite day of the week. Reason? Linda Sterling. She is a wide fitting size ten, and loves a six inch stiletto heel. Her Caribbean accent sings to me which causes my heart to dance. I'm madly in love but can't declare it because... Linda is engaged. Some lucky fucker got there before me. It doesn't stop the chemistry between us though. The fact she comes at five fifteen every Friday evening is not just a sign that I have a great selection of shoes, but also a sign she likes my hands-on approach.

It was five fifteen and as I expected, Linda's stepped into my shop. It was clear Linda believed in the power of her mile long legs. Every visit she would wear a new formal outfit, but whatever she wore always finished an inch or three above her knee. "You look beautiful as ever, Linda."

"Thank you." Linda air kissed both my cheeks. I never quite understood that European tradition. My Italian family members do it, but I would much prefer a kiss on the lips... especially by Linda. I mean, air kissing feels like daylight robbery.

"I bet you don't kiss your fiancée like that, Linda."

"That's more than he's getting at the moment."

I sensed an opportunity to dig. "Not happy?"

"I wouldn't say that."

My shop is a hotbed of gossip. I'm sure most of my clients come in here just to bitch about their other halves. The women talk to me as if they have known me all their lives. I have always thought I should have been gay. Maybe I shouldn't have said that. But I do get along with women extremely well, and they tend to treat me more like a woman than a man. I don't know why. Maybe it's because they think I'm harmless and not a sex pest... if only they had access to my dirty mind... or my hard drive for that matter.

Linda is the easiest to get gossip from. She has a few issues in her relationship with Jake. Actually, I'm sure he is just leading her on. Guiding Linda to my two seater couch which sat opposite my counter, I sat her down. "What's Jake done now?"

"He's angry with me. Tells me I'm possessive."

"Why?"

"I'm not a ball and chain, I let him go out with his boys. He goes out every week with them."

"He wants more freedom?"

"Yes" Linda leaned back on my scarlet couch, then crossed her long brown pins. My eyes followed the hem of her dress which rode high up her meaty thigh. As she talked her red platform heel bobbed in the air. "I said to Jake, Jake, you can go clubbin, but if you're not back by one, I'm locking that door."

"Seems reasonable, he's far from twenty one."

"You know what he said?"

"Go on."

Linda arched her neatly trimmed eyebrows. "I'll just go back to the slut's house then."

"I hope you gave him hell."

"I felt like punching him." Linda crossed her arms, then mumbled, "Anyway. He might moan, but he always comes home on time, or there abouts."

"Good."

"But there's more trouble on the horizon. He's thirty this year, and wants to go to Vegas."

"You don't wanna go?"

"Of course I would. But Jake ain't inviting me. He just wants to go with his boys."

"Vegas is the city of sin." From a selfish point of view, this was a rich source entertainment for me. I'm obsessed with Linda. I know she likes me too, but unfortunately I have never known her to be single. Maybe, just maybe, that was about to change. "It's definitely a single man's holiday, Linda."

"I know it is... I'm not stupid. That's why I have come to cheer myself up and buy myself a new pair of shoes."

"That the best therapy around."

"It sure is."

Linda's misery is my main revenue stream. She single handily keeps my shop afloat. Slight exaggeration, but you get my drift. She has a good job, working in finance. Not completely sure what she does, but it must pay well because she has expensive taste. In many ways I feel fortunate to have a customer like her.

Knowing Linda's taste I placed a selection of shoes in front of her. "So, did you put your foot down with Jake?"

"Yes. Told him the only way he is going to Vegas is with me."

"What did he say?"

"He told me I should trust him enough to go on his own."

I stepped back as Linda picked up a pair of red kitten heels. "Do you?"

"I trust him, but not in Vegas."

"I hear you. I mean, you don't go to Vegas for fresh air and robust walks, do you?"

Linda slipped out of her shoes and my eyes lapped up the sight of her perfectly crafted brown feet. Her beige soles looked so soft and tender. She slipped her feet into the red kitten heels. Satisfied with the fit, she stood from the couch but stumbled over a shoe box then took a tumble. I dived and caught her from behind. But my hands somehow ended up on her tits. They felt more than a handful as I gave them a slight squeeze.

But a sudden panic set in and I froze. Linda pushed her buxom bottom into me, causing my cock to spasm. She then slapped off my hands and stepped away. "Thanks for...Catching me."

"Sorry."

"It's not your fault... I'm so clumsy, I could fall over on a flat beach."

"It could happen to anyone." I stooped down and picked up the box. "Especially when I leave such a mess lying around."

Linda strutted up and down in front of the full length mirror. "Yes. I'll have these."

"Great."

"How much?"

This is where the fun starts. "That's ninety bucks."

"Not doing a loyalty card yet?"

"You'll be glad to know I'm looking into it."

"What about a mate rate?" Linda leaned across the counter, giving me an exquisite view of the dusky valley between her tits. She knew full well her cleavage was her chief negotiator.

"The day my landlord starts offering me mate rates, then I'll consider it."

Linda groaned like a frustrated school girl. "But I've been coming here longer than most. I practically live here."

"I need to make a living, Linda."

"Fine... I don't know what it will take for you to drop the price... I practically have to strip to get you to budge a damn cent."

"I wish."

"Get lost."

I placed the receipt into the bag. "Look, I'll give you a free bag, how about that?"

"Wow... I'll put it with the rest." Linda smiled and waved as she turned away. "See you next Friday."

"Five fifteen?"

"That predicable, huh?"

"Yes. I set my clock by you."

"Shit. I think I need to stop buying shoes... and concentrate on finding a life."

I shouted as Linda opened the glass door to step out onto the street. "Good luck with Jake."

"Thanks."