"Broad Fitting"

The title I liked, perfect I thought, until my Lady pointed out that perhaps it's a little too 'English' for the bulk of my hoped for readers. It's a term used in shoe shops but not common over here on the west side of 'the pond'. But, I left it as was.


"Broad Fitting"
by Julius
Copyright 2002






A shoe store! Working in a shoe store at his age! Who'd have thought it? Well, if the down-sizing cuts deep enough, no one's immune. Then his wife had found a smart expensive suit with a handsome, young lawyer inside it. So, in no time at all he was jobless, wifeless and now, working in a shoe store. If it weren't for bad luck etc.

When Janine walked in he didn't know whether to hug or to hide. He compromised and shyly shook her hand. Janine, of great beauty and poise and of no fixed age. As a vice president's secretary she'd survived. They don't fire people who know as much about a business as Janine.

She didn't want shoes, she'd glanced into the shop and seen him. She asked how he was and, noticing the manager's gaze, said softly to John, "Let's pretend," and moved to a seat.

They went through the moves. She sat on the chair and he brought a pair of patent heels and sat on the stool. She slipped off a shoe and rested her foot on the sloped section. The phone rang and off went his boss into the back office.

Janine brought him up to date on office gossip and he pretended all his troubles were little ones and they laughed quietly together.

Everybody in that big office had been in love with Janine. When she passed, all the guys followed her with their eyes. Sophisticated and always perfectly turned out, her clothes, her make-up, her poise, her walk ... she seemed flawless somehow. Yet even the other office girls got along with her. She was much discussed of course by the male staff. Her age was anybody's guess, nearer fifty than thirty, or was she? Janine the Ice Maiden, well no, not really but her poise, efficiency and the company policy on fraternising made her seem remote, unattainable. Nobody seemed to know where she lived. Janine just was. She was really only a secretary but he and everybody else secretly thought she ran the company. Now here he was, holding her ankle!

She talked and laughed that deep laugh of hers. He listened and made responses but had no idea later what they had said. He was wrapped in her aura. Her perfume, faint and subtle enveloped him. Her nylon clad knees, inches from his face, hypnotised him. Spellbound was suddenly a very real word for John. The talk and the shoe trying went on. Slowly he came out of his dream state. He was enjoying the encounter by now and heard her ask, "When do you finish here?"

He told her and she said she had a pile of things to do and that maybe they could grab a bite to eat when the shop closed. Janine was asking him! If he'd had a tail he'd have wagged it.


"See you later," she said and stood and slipped her foot into her own shoe and walked away. He sat, staring after her, watching that perfect walk. He could hear the whisper of nyloned leg against nyloned leg with every step.

'Janine, well fancy that, Janine' he kept saying to himself. She'd been one of the delights of working in that office. Skirts always to just below the knee, jacket always buttoned just so and a white froth of lace hiding her cleavage. The way she filled those jackets, she just had to have a wonderful cleavage. The perfectly fitting skirts told of wide hips and long thighs. A big girl Janine, but always so beautifully dressed. Grey-shot chestnut hair usually in a short shiny ponytail. And her eyes, oh her dark brown eyes, you could drown in those eyes. A beauty was Janine, a beauty and she'd dropped in to see him! He wandered about the shop like a lost teenager. A teenager, he smiled to himself, the two of them could likely manage a century between them!

She thought about him as she walked through the mall. The only guy in that whole office that hadn't tried to make it with her. Oddly, the only one she'd really liked. Much marital good his faithfulness had done him! His wife left him after they'd eased him out the door. Now they'd got rid of Janine too. She'd not told John about that, she was still too much in shock. But it was good to see him. He still looked good and wore the same cologne. Still got tongue tied when she got too close to him. But his hands on her ankles, his breath on her knee had triggered something in her. She walked around, window shopping in the mall, for a while and thought some more about him. Janine had got herself a little turned on by the time she phoned him. She did it just for the fun of making him squirm. And it worked, squirm he did.

She called from the phone opposite the shoe store. He'd answered, little realising that she was only thirty feet away. She rather surprised herself by saying, "When you were sitting in front of me just now I suddenly wanted you to touch me, isn't that crazy?" He gave a little gasp which she heard over the phone."Do you realize that I'm standing here rubbing my knees together thinking about you?"

She'd said it to surprise him but realised that she had started doing just that. She was rubbing her legs together, enjoying the soft rasp of nylon against nylon.

From where she stood she saw him shift uncomfortably. Then he glanced around and reached into his pants. She'd made him hard! She'd made poor John hard over the phone. She couldn't resist and whispered, "John I saw you do that." He looked up and across the the mall. The shock of seeing her there registered on hisface. She saw his blush and added, "That's about theway I feel too." She blew him a kiss.

She looked left and right, nobody close. In the nearby stores everyone was either busy or browsing. She caught the phone between ear and shoulder, reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it. Knees, thighs, she watched her reflection in a window close by and as soon as she saw the white of her panties she paused, held the pose for long seconds and then dropped the hem. She didn't believe it, 'icy Janine' was flashing a man in a public place. It felt wonderful! John's mouth was open a little and she could hear his breathing. She hung up, gave him a little wave and walked away towards the coffee shop.

She sat and sipped a too-bitter coffee and thought about John. Thought about him getting erect when she teased him on the phone. Wondered about how he looked without clothes. He was tall and carrying his years well. Then she started wondering about that cock he'd had to adjust, was he trimmed or not, big or average. Her Brian had been dead four months now and she'd been alone in a big bed ever since.

Maybe she'd already decided when she phoned him but now, as she drained her coffee, she ran the phrase through her head, 'Janine was going to seduce John.' A gentle glow had started when he had sat down in front of her. Now the glow seemed to intensify and she squeezed her thighs together. For God's sake! She was feeling horny and it felt beautiful. The waitress came by and refilled her cup, smiled and walked away. Now alone in the place, Janine reached down and slid her fingers up under her skirt, soon a damp Janine was a very wet Janine. She forced her hand to be still, knowing her orgasms were too noisy, too violent for public performance. Her heart rate was off the clock and she was breathing hard. How was she going to wait until five o'clock? She got both hands, one wet, both trembling, around her cup and waited for her body to come back to earth.

One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to suffer alone during the wait! She got up and headed for the washroom and locked herself in a stall and wriggled out of her soaked panties.

Walking back to the shoe shop, the feel of cool air exploring her dampness only served to remind her of why she was damp. She felt as if the word 'horny' was flashing over her head.

It was ten-thirty when she dropped by the store. He was serving a customer. She reached around him and pushed the crumpled, little wet ball into his shirtpocket and walked out with a quick backward smile at him.

When he'd finished serving he headed into the storeroom and fished in his pocket. Her panties, they were white and wet. A mix of her perfume and her musky femininity seemed to fill the air. He was stiff in a moment. Unable to resist he pressed the scrap of fabric to his nose and he ached for her. A picture formed in his mind of her, panty-less under that dark blue skirt.

A day of escalating surprises for John. The warm closeness of those knees, the wonderfully shocking phone call and now this. Dear God! He couldn't remember being this aroused in forever. He gentlyunfolded the damp delight and held it between hooked forefingers. White cotton panties, tiny things, two little triangles really. They seemed to still have her warmth. He very nearly came right then and there, just looking at them.

The next time the phone rang he was right beside it. It was noon and of course the call was from her, "Just having some lunch at the food court," she said. "I hate creasing my skirt so I'm sitting bare assed on this seat and the plastic's cold!" He groaned, she laughed softly, "I just thought you should know."

She'd done it quite deliberately, calling him on her cell-phone. A 'handy-wipe' from her purse to wipe the round, plastic seat of the stool. She'd flicked her skirt up at the back and sat down on the bare cold plastic. "So here I sit John, my bare ass and bare thighs on this seat, eating fries and drinking Coke. What are you doing?"

His answer was out before he could think, "I'm standing here wishing I was that plastic stool, dammit."

"Be patient John," she purred and switched the phone off. She couldn't believe she'd done it. When she'd left home that morning there was not a thought of anything but a few errands. She'd barely got up the energy to even dress properly and here she was flirting outrageously with this man that she barely knew.


Fifty yards away John tried to get his head together. Yet another erection was subsiding. He couldn't help his reactions. Janine's voice, the things she'd said, the pictures in his head. He could just picture one of those round yellow stools and her ample, warm ass, bare-naked and perched on it, sweet and soft. Five o'clock seemed forever away.

The phone rang in the shop perhaps six times during the afternoon and not once was it her. He almost began to hate her. He began to wonder if she really was going to be there at five o'clock. He'd seen her everyday at the office for years and had really known nothing about her except her beauty and her quiet efficiency. It seemed impossible that this temptress was the same woman.

Business had been slow all day and at four-thirty the boss began cashing up. At ten to five he said he'd things to do and handed John the keys. The girl who was the other assistant watched the manager out of sight and said she might as well slip away too. He began closing up and was sliding the folding windows across when he heard heels clicking down the nearly deserted mall. Janine!

"You weren't leaving early I hope," she said, slipping in through the gap in the windows. She walked to the rear of the store and sat in the same chair she'd sat in that morning.

He closed the gap and dropped the latch. He glanced towards her. She looked over her shoulder and smiled,"Well, are you going to sell me some shoes?" He walked around the shoe displays and stood facing her, looking towards the front of the store. The displays were between them and the mall but he still felt a little exposed. She leaned forward, reaching out to touch him, fingers seeking his zipper. "It's been a long day," she said softly, it was half question, half statement. He agreed that it had been a long day. He heard, felt the zipper as it buzzed slowly down. Her gentle hand was in his pants and she eased hiserection out around his briefs, out of his pants in moments. He groaned at her touch, looking down at her hands around his cock. "He's beautiful," she whispered.

"He's desperate," he groaned.


"I know how he feels," she said and bent him painfully down and kissed his cock-head loudly. She ran her long-fingered hands up and down his length, once, twice, her nails a wicked red and he almost lost it, his legs were trembling. "Sit down," she urged him. He obediently sat on the stool.

She kicked off her shoes and began to play with his cock with her feet. His shirt kept getting in her way and she sat forward and unbuttoned it, staring all the while at his cock which kept lifting away from his belly in time with the beat of his heart. She leaned back again and began rolling his cock from side to side between her foot and his stomach. The sight of her nylon clad toes moving his cock like that was erotic beyond belief. It was only a matter of time before he came if she didn't stop.

She didn't stop and he gasped suddenly and went rigid. His cock pumped once, twice and then again, spurts gradually becoming trickles. Her foot kept rolling his cock and it kept trying to come. She continued sliding it back and forth across his come-slick belly with her nylon covered toes. He had to beg her to stop. She could smell him, a clean sharp, almost bleach like scent. She licked her lips, wishing.

She eased herself forward on the seat. Her skirt must be wet at the back but she didn't really care. She moved her knees apart and slid her skirt up her thighs. He'd have expected her to be neatly shaved somehow but she wasn't. She was a mass of dark brown curls. He tried to imagine the tiny white panties nestled in that riot of fur. She glistened wetly at its centre, the hair there, was in wet swirls. She opened her legs yet wider, one of her hip joints clicked. She ran her left hand down through her bush, long fingers combing through it. "Well?" she whispered her eyes challenging his when he glanced up, "see something you'd like?"

She was desperate for pleasuring, her body screamed for his fingers, his tongue but she waited. Waited, watching his hunger for her, his torment. His erection had begun to subside but not, she guessed, his wanting.

She opened herself by spreading two of her fingers, she was every wet shade of pink inside.

"Maybe you can check my size?" She reached out and touched his cockhead with nyloned toes,
"then we can find something that would fit?"