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While I was at college I earned my keep to pay the fees by working in a local shoe store. Being a college campus town we were always busy with students and locals coming in to buy all manner of footwear.

I always took my responsibilities seriously but when I realised the potential this job provided I paid it more attention and took my time to hone my skills in serving customers, making them comfortable and ensuring they felt at ease, in this way I learnt how to give them the best customer experience possible.

I soon realised with the large volume of women passing through there was ample opportunity to catch an unwary female displaying her ‘wares.’ I watched how the seasoned professional salesmen and women went about their business in giving good service which led to them earning commissions for their efforts. I picked up tricks and techniques for satisfying the client and in this way my sales and commissions started to increase as I got better at selling. In fact after a couple of months they were so impressed with me that they raised my pay and increased my hours.

When customers came into the store the regular sales staff would assess the value of the potential client and the higher their value the more senior sales person would seek to satisfy their interest in a purchase.

I learned quickly how this went and was always on the look out to get in quick with a potential customer. As my performance and abilities improved they were more than happy to let me share the ‘better’ customers.

Being young and of cheery countenance I soon discovered I had a good rapport with the ladies. This more than made me happy as it afforded me many opportunities to catch rare glimpses up their dress or skirt or a surreptitious glance down their blouse.

I studied how to chat the customer up, interest them in a sale and try to increase the purchase from only one item to several. Part of the whole process was the ‘touchy-feely’ side of proceedings, working on their mood and emotions. Furthermore, by gentle and encouraging skin-contact through the trying on and fitting of the shoe you can gain a customer’s trust and more, make them feel at ease and even place them in a very relaxed trance-like state which will allow you to influence them to purchase more.

By improving these skills rather than the bare skills of surreptitiously looking up a woman’s skirt I was rewarded in the long run with many memorable ‘victories’ and conquests against the power of ‘darkness’ and the ‘secrets’ hidden by their dress or skirt.

Spring and summer were obviously the best times to catch that elusive and as time went on not so elusive glimpse of a woman’s charms. Female students and other women were more likely to swathe their legs in a dress than jeans or pants and who was I to deny their choice of apparel?

I would initially engage them in a little friendly chatter, warm them up to a purchase and then get down to business with a choice of shoe followed by the ‘fitting.’

Talking in a relaxed but assertive manner allowed me to influence them to my intentions and direction and simultaneously place them in a comfortable frame of mind which allowed me to gain their trust. So much of the success of the ‘hunt’ depends on gaining the trust of your quarry. At the same time physical contact through feeling their foot and lower leg encourages them to open up (literally and figuratively) and relax.

It is truly amazing how easily some women respond to the right touch to their feet and legs. This can be referred to as a ‘foot-fetish’ so it has real scientific basis. Without having to do too much a woman who only a few minutes before was a complete stranger will be opening up to you (in more ways than one) and allowing you to feel her feet and legs in most intimate ways that in any other situation would be thought of as impossible or just lewd and inappropriate.

Given the right sort of ‘spiel’ and caresses I soon learnt how to get a woman to open her legs for me without her even realising. In so doing I have almost had these women ‘eating out of my hands’, mewling affectionately and almost coming with the arousal I have induced in them.

I have also gained some repeat customers who returned and insisted on me serving them, so much did they appreciate and enjoy the ‘way’ I treated them.

This was all good for me on many levels. I enjoyed what I was doing, earned extra commission and got to view some truly awesome ‘sights’ at the same time.

In addition, the trust and good feeling my treatment of them engendered also led to relationships and many dates and nights spent in their bed. It taught me the power of the caress and careful and sensual touch, and ultimately how important foreplay is in really great sex.

As I have already said, my foreplay in ‘feeling them up’ for shoes has had some women so aroused that they let me take liberties they would be shocked if they were not in this semi-trance induced state of relaxation.

In one case I got a customer so worked up I had to take her into the back, ostensibly to choose a pair of sandals but in reality to fuck her and get her over her orgasmic state I had induced.

Several had first come in wearing pants and subsequently returned in a dress or skirt so that their legs would be free to be touched and caressed.

Thus the probability of seeing an upskirt was extremely high. I must have notched up not only scores of sales but equally scores of upskirt sightings seeing white, pink, blue or red, lacy panties and more and even a few would deliberately come in commando-style just to please me or dare me or as a personal thrill to themselves.

As has been mentioned by other aficionados of all-things-upskirt, panty-sightings are what ultimately drive us. Yes, a good beaver shot, bare pussy and pubes is wonderful every-now-and-then but the delicious feeling of seeing a woman’s intimate apparel when she is not aware you are viewing it and more’s the point getting past her defences and possibly her efforts to be modest and lady-like in denying you the pleasures we seek is what gives us the ‘thrill of the hunt.’ It is the non-consensual relationship that intrigues.

However, here there can be an ironic paradox. You can be sitting with an attractive woman happily passing the time of day and she is equally pleased to be so occupied, while at the same time you are taking in the delights she is, unbeknownst to her, sharing with you.

Several such scenarios in the shoe store come to mind. A mother came in with her 10 year old son for a pair of trainers and she was seated next to him as I engaged them both in pleasant conversation to ease and relax them into a frame of mind conducive to fitting them up for some footwear and the eventual purchase.

Mum is a young thirty-something trim good looking blonde with a perky personality which quickly came to the fore. Junior is into sport and computer games. Mum also happens to be wearing a neat grey skirt stopping above the knee; she has probably come straight from work to pick up her son and bring him here.

My cool and calming speech puts them at ease and I see mum begin to relax as I fit junior with his trainers. At the same time I am also focusing on getting Mum interested in getting herself some new item of footwear. I suggest getting a pair of trainers herself so she can join her son jogging or possibly kicking around a ball, but she says she has, so I steer her to the possibility of a new pair of sandals for spring. Women, can’t resist that, and so she is baited and after finishing with her son I move across to get her shoe measurements.

Calmly and soothingly I remove her shoe and commence caressing her foot. I make a comment that she has very dainty well looked after feet. She is clearly taken by my compliments and I sense her accede to my approach to get her to enjoy the whole process. I measure both her feet, this gives me more time to soothingly massage her feet and get her in the mood, the whole time plying her with complimentary praise on her well-behaved son, how pretty she looks, the nice weather we are having for this time of year and so on. Keep talking, get her to talk also and she becomes more malleable and conducive to follow my directions do what I want her to do.

Up to this point her legs are discretely locked together but I have other ideas. Without using any force I massage her calf-muscles explaining how when the leg is relaxed fitting a new pair of shoes is so much easier and she is more likely to get the exact fitting she needs.

My procedures are working and she very agreeably allows me to move her legs apart to fit the sandals, doing them up then asking her to stand then sit again. She is involved in the conversation to such an extent she does not realise how far apart her legs have become. To help matters, as I comment on her great knees I gently massage up her lower leg to her knees, adding the importance of being relaxed when tying on shoes and not being too tense which can cause the feet to swell and ruin the experience leading to unwelcome consequences.

She’s loving it and I try my luck by going higher and even pushing her skirt further up her thighs, nothing inappropriate or lewd mind you, just an inch or two which will make all the difference to my view which will shortly appear.

I ask her to stand, then to take a short walk to ‘try them out’. When she comes back I ask her how they felt and she is all compliments. “Great! Really comfortable and so light.”

I ask if I may remove one to examine the fit. This is just for show as it doesn’t actually achieve anything, but she laps it up and I get to touch her some more.

I do up her sandals again and ask her to sit for a minute with her eyes shut and think of a relaxing scene or location where she has spent some quality time. I have positioned her legs about 9 inches apart and with her skirt now slipping up her thighs I am offered a perfect view of her panties, delicate, white and gauzy. She is in a different world and doesn’t realise what I am doing.

Her son is happily playing games on her phone so he is oblivious to what I’m doing to his Mum. I continue to talk to her and ask what she is imagining and ‘move’ there with her. Talking about the idyllic surroundings, the warmth of the sun and the swish of the ocean in the background.

She’s really getting into it and her breathing has slowed so relaxed has she become. I am still slowly caressing and massaging her legs and she is clearly loving it. Meanwhile the whole time I am staring up her skirt at her delectable panties which are semi translucent and one can see her blond pussy hair through the gauzy material.

Seeing how placid she has become I try something. In keeping with the scenario she is imagining I ask her if she is there with her husband. She answers in the affirmative, and I press on. Such a location is the perfect place for a honeymoon I suggest, and she confirms that this is exactly what they are doing. I consider I am on a ‘good wicket’ and so continue.

“You no doubt made love there, didn’t you?” “Oh, yes, yes.” “Wasn’t it great and romantic?” “Uh-huh.” “Just the perfect back-drop for lovers to share their most intimate moments, no?”

Now I started to lead her. I have no idea how accomplished a lover her husband is, but every woman wants to be swept off her feet and likes to think that those formative moments together were so romantic and he was such a wonderful lover.

“Picture how your husband held you in his arms, kissed you all over, in all your special places. Didn’t that make you feel so warm and sexy and aroused?”
“Oh, yes, Oh Yesss.” She continued clearly imagining and, indeed, reliving all I was suggesting to her.

I could see things were working as I noticed small moments of her butt on the seat she was sitting on. Sexy pelvic movements, tell-tale signs of sexual arousal and stimulation. I kept a close watch on her panties and her crotch for any changes. I was not disappointed, Five minutes into my induction and there were the unmistakable signs of moisture on her pussy hair and a stain developing in the gusset of her panties. Amazing!

I didn’t want things to get out of hand and in any case I had a sale to make. I gradually talked her down, brought her back to the present and by the time she reopened her eyes her legs were firmly together completely oblivious to the show she had given me.

Oh, and did I tell you, she was so aroused that I could smell the heady scent of her sexual juices that had collected in her panties. Oh, how I would have loved to keep those panties she was wearing.

When she got up to go and pay, I noticed a hesitation as she felt something down there and became aware of how wet she had become and, of course, wonder how that could have occurred.

She paid and left with her son and their purchases. I made a mental note of her name as seen from her credit card with which she offered to pay, Melanie F****.

That was not the last time I had the pleasure of Melanie’s custom. She ended up coming in again to be fitted for a pair of shoes. It was a clear indication off the value of preparation and good planning to achieve your desired aims. And of course, the next time she came in I once again succeeded in seeing her beautiful intimacy to my eternal delight.