Convenience store owner

The convenience store outside the courtyard is a place I frequent. Although I've seen the owner quite a few times, I only buy small things each time and hardly ever exchange a few words! Today, as usual, I went to buy cigarettes, and when I was about to leave after paying, I realized I didn't have my keys! I had to call my buddy. We rent the same place—but he hadn't finished get off work yet and probably wouldn't be back for another hour! The owner was very friendly, saying that business was so-so in the afternoon, and told me to sit down and rest for a while until my friend came back with the keys. So I sat down. I also sat behind the counter. The owner was a woman; she and her husband ran the convenience store, and they were both from Fujian! Her husband usually went out to deliver goods and only came back every few days. Usually, it was just her and an assistant running the store together! As we chatted, I subconsciously glanced at the ground, and what I saw immediately excited me. The owner's wife was wearing a pair of red plastic slippers, nothing special. But she was wearing a pair of milky-white short stockings, with thickened toes and heels, and embroidered small square patterns on the instep! I was instantly too exhausted to talk to her anymore; my eyes kept glancing at her stockinged feet. She, on the other hand, would cross her legs, pick out shoes, and then take her stockinged feet off her slippers and chat with me! Several customers came in to buy things, and after she finished her business, she continued talking to me! She rambled on about this and that, and I wasn't listening to a word she said! I couldn't help myself and started complimenting her, saying she was capable and beautiful! Actually, she's really just average-looking! She seemed quite amused… After a while, I got to the point, pretending to suddenly notice her feet and saying, "Your feet are quite delicate." She didn't realize my implication, immediately took off her slippers, looked at her stockinged feet, and said, "I don't think so, they're pretty ordinary!" Naturally, I wouldn't let the conversation fizzle out, saying, "White stockings are very sexy; I didn't realize you had such good taste!" "She was still only focused on her own amusement, saying, 'I can't wear high heels without stockings, my feet hurt.'

I mustered my courage and acted like a seasoned pro, 'Wearing high heels is very damaging to your feet, you need to take care of them! I'll teach you a couple of massages, you can do it yourself later.' She was probably startled, very awkward, 'No need, I can't help it from walking so much.' I continued to persuade her, 'It's okay, we're pretty familiar with each other. Don't be so shy.' After much persuasion, she finally took off her shoes and placed one of her stockinged feet on the long bench I was sitting on. I honestly massaged a few acupoints for her first. She laughed and said it tickled, but after a few massages, she said it really felt good, and then asked me to stop and said thank you! I could tell she was still embarrassed, so I said, 'It's okay, it's okay, if you feel good, it means it worked!' Seeing that she wasn't too resistant, I changed my position, straddling the bench, and then moved forward a little.

My thigh was only about 10 centimeters away from her stockinged foot." After massaging for a minute, I told her to switch feet, and this time she complied much more. I consciously moved forward a little more, and this time her stockinged foot lightly touched my sensitive area. I immediately felt like I'd been electrocuted, my whole body was burning hot, and my hands were trembling a little. Even through my pants, my penis had already swelled up quickly… While massaging her ankle, I gently rubbed my penis with her stockinged foot. She noticed, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Ha. Yours is already…" I said in a praising tone, "I can't help it, your feet are so sexy, I just can't control myself, you can't blame me!" "Hahaha, why blame me? You said you were going to massage me, so forget it, I'm not massaging anymore." She

was about to move her foot away!! "No, no, no, it's my fault, it's my fault!" ...She gradually relaxed, and I became bolder. I stopped massaging her feet and asked her to put on the other pair. I then directly rubbed her two stockinged feet against my penis. She watched with a smile, constantly stomping and kneading my penis with her toes and soles, occasionally teasing my testicles. After a while, my pants were a little wet, but she didn't notice. She continued to stomp on my penis while watching TV; I think she was too embarrassed to make eye contact with me. After more than 10 minutes, I finally couldn't hold back anymore. I couldn't possibly take off my pants in the store, the door was still open... So I ejaculated in my pants. It felt amazing! That was the first feeling—then the discomfort of being wet. I pretended nothing had happened, mainly wanting her to continue stomping on my penis with her stockinged feet. She felt my ejaculation, looked at me in surprise, and immediately withdrew her stockinged feet, "You...you...did that, hahaha, no way." In her opinion, it was strange that feet could make me ejaculate. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Don't just laugh, give me a pack of tissues so I can wipe myself off!"... So I went into the shop's restroom and cleaned myself up! My friend called me from the restroom, saying he was almost home. After I finished and got back to the shop, it was closing time, and some people were buying things. I said a normal goodbye to the owner and went home to shower. Seeing the residual liquid on my underwear, I thought about that wonderful, accidental moment and felt a pang of nostalgia. I wished I could rush downstairs and ask her to give me another good stocking footjob. I still frequent that shop, but the owner isn't as enthusiastic when she sees me anymore; she acts like she doesn't recognize me. The shop's employees, however, still greet me! I don't think about it anymore, because I'm already content with one wonderful, accidental experience!

(The End)

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