Big feet in luxury shoe store, part 2 (foot fetish, foot worship, soles)
Title: “A Czech Sensation: Size 43 Soles in Christian Louboutins”
In the heart of Prague, nestled in a quaint cobblestone alley, lies Czech Soles – the city’s premier luxury shoe store. Behind the polished window display, wonderful wonders await, including an absolute knockout named Lana. With a body like a supermodel and a pair of size 43 feet to die for, Lana is every shoe fetishist’s fantasy come true.
Our story begins on a dreary Tuesday afternoon, as the bell above the shop door chimes. In struts Alex, Czech Soles’ most devoted customer, a notorious foot worshipper with a penchant for the finer things in life. Lana glances up from her post, a mischievous glint in her emerald green eyes. Little does Alex know, this will be the most exquisite encounter of his life.
“Afternoon, Alex. Back for more?” Lana purrs, her voice as silky as the suede pumps she models for him. Alex nods, taking in the sight of her toned calves, her red-painted toes peeking out like a luscious secret. “As always, Lana. I trust you have something special for me today?”
Lana uncrosses her legs, the rustle of nylon against nylon sending shivers down Alex’s spine. “I was hoping you’d say that,” she replies, rising from her seat. “Follow me, darling. I have a little surprise in the back.”
Leading Alex through the racks of designer heels and enticing displays, Lana sashays into the private fitting room, her silk blouse clinging to her curves. Alex eagerly follows, his heart pounding like a schoolboy with a crush. As the door clicks shut, Lana turns on her stilettos, a sparkle in her eye.
“Close your eyes,” she commands. Alex complies, the suspense building in his chest. He hears a zip, a rustle, then a soft thud. “Open them.”
Alex’s jaw drops. There, laid out before him like a delectable feast, are three pairs of Christian Louboutins, each more exquisite than the last. Black patent leather sex-kitten heels. Nude snakeskin ankle-tie pumps. And, oh sweet Jesus, blood-red latex thigh-high boots with a platform thick enough to build a foundation on.
“Which ones, darling?” Lana whispers, sliding the boots onto her huge feet. Alex swallows audibly, his gaze locked on her stomping 43s as she paces around the fitting room, the leather squeaking with each step like a naughty little engine. He doesn’t dare to look away, lest he miss a single second of this tantalizing preview.
“Th-those,” Alex stammers, pointing a shaky finger at the boots. “Please, Lana. Let me worship them.”
Lana smirks, her plump lips glistening. “As you wish, baby,” she croons, props one booted foot onto the tufted bench. The slab of red latex and black platform seems to mock Alex, daring him to submit to his deepest desires.
For what feels like an eternity, Alex runs his hands along every inch of Lana’s 43 soles, massaging her nylon-clad arches, stroking her squishy red bottoms, pressing his face into the supple leather. Then, Lana places her foot to his lips and orders Alex to get to work.
Like a squirrel burying his treasure, Alex kneels before his goddess, worshipping her feet with the intensity of a mad scientist at work. He licks, he kisses, he savors every squeak, every scuff, every naughty scented square inch. Lana cackles from her perch, dangling her boot above him as he gazes up in adoration.
Just when Alex feels he can take no more, Lana bags the boots and forefifties, handing them to Alex. “Consider it a house present, darling. Come back soon and I’ll show you what I can do in them. Maybe we’ll even make a video, hmm?”
And that, dear reader, is a story in and of itself. But there’s only so much a girl can tell in 1,000 words – some things are best experienced firsthand.
Until next time, happy worshipping!
