I'd been working as a chambermaid in the local hotel for about 3 months. It was easy enough work which fitted in with my studies, and I could work full time during my holidays. It was now July so the holiday season was in full swing and the hotel was really busy which made it more fun even though there was more work. The only downside was the uniform, a very old fashioned full length maid uniform which the owner seemed to think his guests liked, although I suspect he quite liked having young girls run round in long black dresses with nice sharp white aprons.
On this particular day it was really hot and sunny so the guests were all out - its a nuisance on wet days getting in to clean the rooms but sunny days were fine. I'd knocked and gone in room 17 as I'd got no answer. All their room needed was a quick wipe round and some fresh towels putting out so I was busying round with a duster - when I noticed the mirror over the dressing table really needed a wipe. It was quite a stretch to reach up and clean it all as it was quite a wide piece of furniture, but with a bit of spray it wouldn't take much effort. Disaster struck as I leaned over and I knocked some perfume onto the floor behind the dressing table so I had to get down on my hands and knees and reach under to pick it up. Luckily it hadn't broken so I wasn't going to get into huge trouble - whilst fumbling for it I found some shoes - I pulled them out to get a better look at them. Why they'd tucked them out of sight I don't know, although I suspect they weren't beach shoes.
The shoes were red, patent leather high heels, very pointy and totally gorgeous. I had a quick peep to see what size they were and oh my god they were my size. I couldn't resist slipping off my sensible bar strap shoes and slipping my nylon clad feet into these shiny red shoes.
They fitted realy well, and I had a little walk about in them - I knew I wouldn't
be able to walk far in them, but I got as far the full length mirror behind
the door and lifted my long skirt so I could have a good long look at them.
Oh they were to die for. They were quality shoes I could tell even though I
didn't recognise the name inside them. Expensive london shoe shops were out
of my league on a maid's pittance. Anyway I sat on the edge of the bed and looked
down at the shoes.... I was getting quite excited by them - they were so smooth
and shiny I just had to stroke them, and well I had to stroke my legs too. I'd
got my skirt well up and was stroking up and down the smooth nylon of my stockings
down to the shoes and gripping the heels and moving my hands across the smooth
leather. I was excited by them, these were really good shoes and I was enjoying
them.
Suddenly the door of the room opened - I'd not heard the key at all as I'd been
so engrossed in stroking myself. I froze. I was lay half on the bed with the
long skirt round my waist with my hands on the shoes and down my knickers. I'd
always heard of people freezing but I'd never experienced it until now... I
looked at the door and saw the male guest looking down at me in shock. His shock
swiftly turned to a wicked smile and he shut the door behind him.
He spoke. His voice was soft and quiet. "What have we here? "
"I'm sorry" I started to say as I began moving my hands to less incriminating places, but he quickly crossed the room towards me and sat on the bed next to me and touched my arm.
"Don't be sorry" he spoke again, "Carry on. Those shoes suit
you"
My mind whirled. I'd been caught getting myself hot and excited wearing the
guys wife's shoes and I wasn't going to get sacked for it. Anything but I thought!
The guy was staring at the shoes saying how good they looked, he encourgaed
me to stand up on the bed so he could admire them properly. Of course I'd not
banked on standing on a bed in really high heels - and if you've never done
it then you'd not know how wobbly you'd be... I fell, luckily he pulled me across
the bed and suddenly there I was with my skirt round my waist with some strange
guy holding and stroking the shoes I was wearing. He had one shoe in each hand
and moved himself towards me so he was positioned between my legs, he stroked
down from my shoes to my knickers and slipped them expertly off and threw them
decadently over his shoulder.
He stroked me with both hands up and down from my shoes to my inner self, He
too seemed to really like these red hot shoes and I was just as red hot too
- and his fungers were so tantalisingly close to penetrating me, but each time
they returned to the shoes without entry.
"Fuck me" I burst out, shocked at myself for some reason wanting to have sex with this stranger whilst wearing his wife's sexy shoes.
He nodded at me, hardly able to speak himself as he undid his trousers and
released the beast. He held my legs by the ankles, pulled me to the end of the
bed and positioned himself and slid inside my hot moist centre. My skirt was
now well up round my waist, my stockings and suspenders showing, and I let out
a tremendous moan as I was so gagging for him by them. I lifted myself towards
him to match his thrusting and he held my legs so the shoes were at his mouth
and I could feel him kissing my foot and the shoes. He thrust into me deeply
and savagely and it was making me gasp with excitement at each stroke. His stubble
rasped across my stockings slightly as he pressed his hot mouth to my foot and
then back to the shoe. I was breathing more heavily than him and was so excited
and hot I was ready to scream my head off as he began to moan quietly as he
started to peak also. I came quietly, biting my lip to stop me screaming out
and he thrust his last strokes inside me and pulled out, Stepping back and lowering
my legs, he brought my feet together so he could press his hard cock against
them; His whole body tensed and his back arched as he released his hot sticky
load over the shoes with a groan. A satisfied expression settled on his face
as his muscles relaxed and he wiped the last few drops of come over the toes
of the shoes. By his practised method I had to assume he'd done this before.
My breathing subsided quickly and I sat up and looked at the shoes. They were
clouded with his come. He adjusted his clothes and zipped himself back up, and
looked at me with a huge smile and said "You'd better get those clean"
and then he picked up a bag from the side and then left the room as quietly
as he'd arrived.
I cleaned the shoes before I left and tucked them neatly back under the trunk, I found my knickers the far side of the room so I slipped them back on before I finished tidying round the room and then left quietly myself.
© Rachel M for Foot and Shoe Fetish 2004.
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