If the shoe fits (Darien pt 9)

Darien could barely keep Emily’s smile in check. He watched as his new ‘friend’, Andrew the sales assistant, picked up one of the shiny Calvin Klein heels he’d chosen for Emily. With a quick glance to check this was okay, the boy brought it towards Darien’s hose-clad foot.

As the boy broke eye contact and looked down, clearly wanting to make sure he put the shoe on right, Darien took the opportunity to check out his helpful assistant’s crotch again.

There it was; Andrew’s hard cock, visibly rigid and pushing out his pants, as the poor boy tried to put on the shoe while not showing his desperate arousal.

Suppressing a grin of triumph, Darien forced himself to concentrate. He needed to maintain his performance if he was going to get everything he wanted from young Andrew… who clearly had plenty to still give. If the kid had a hard-on that big from watching ‘Emily’ pull on a pair of hose and slip into a black dress, Darien felt confident he’d last as long as ‘she’ wanted him to, and then some… as long as he didn’t go off prematurely. Emily would have to handle with care.

Andrew was offering up the shoe to Darien, his hands clearly shaking as he held it. What Darien really wanted was for Andrew to guide his foot into the shoe directly, but he figured the boy wasn’t ready to touch Emily yet. Instead he slipped his hose-covered toes into the shoe at the front, waited until the fit was snug, then lowered his foot to the floor, the shoe’s heel making contact and allowing him to place his own heel inside.

“Perfect,” he murmured in Emily’s tones. “Now the other one, Andrew.”

Andrew said nothing, only nodded as he picked up the other glossy heel and allowed Darien to once again slip his toes inside – before Darien paused.

“Andrew, I see a little bit of fluff on my hose, there. Would you mind brushing it off?”

The boy froze. Darien wasn’t lying; there actually was a tiny dust bunny atop Darien’s foot, a pale smudge on his dark hose.

Andrew hesitated for the briefest of moments. Darien noticed. Then the teenager reached out, swiped with his fingertips and the smudge was gone.

But then, as Darien had hoped, Andrew’s fingertips came back. Just for a moment. Just to rest on Darien’s foot, and slowly move down, pressing slightly, the material of the hose running beneath his fingertip. It was an innocent enough looking move, something easily ignored.

Darien didn’t ignore it, although Emily seemed to. He kept ‘her’ eyes fixed elsewhere, saying nothing as he pushed the rest of his foot into the shoe. Then he stood, making Andrew back up rapidly, as he rose up on the slim heels, looking into the mirror to check Emily’s reflection.

Darien turned around to once again admire Emily’s fake ass, to look at how the dress hugged her manufactured curves so wonderfully. Now it was complimented by the incredible heels he was standing in, elevating Emily like an object to be revered.

“Oh my,” he said in Emily’s voice, allowing her to express his excitement, “these heels are lovely, Andrew. Well done. An excellent choice.” He looked down at the boy, still on the floor, still supplicant. “How do they look from… down there?”

Andrew’s gaze snapped back from where he’d been looking – vertically, up the sheer cliff of Emily’s legs – to the shoes. “They look great,” he said quickly. A little too quickly.

“Do you think so?” Darien said, wondering if Andrew could see anything except darkness between Emily’s legs. The dress was far too tight to reveal much else, but he was pretty sure Andrew loved looking at Emily’s hose regardless. He looked at Emily’s reflection again, turning slightly, hoping that Andrew would continue to stare.

“I’ll probably take them,” he said after a moment. “I should try on a few more pairs to be sure though, don’t you think?”

Andrew nodded vigorously. Darien was now certain Andrew wanted nothing more than for ‘Emily’ to try on every pair of shoes in the store.

“It’s a little uncomfortable in here for shoe fittings, though,” Darien said. “Is there a chair or something out there I could borrow?”

Andrew sprang to his feet. “Yep, I can get that, hold on!”

He practically ran from the dressing room, leaving Darien to chuckle to himself. He looked at Emily in the mirror and ran his hands over her curves once more, smoothing out the black, stretchy material of the dress.

One eyebrow on Emily’s face raised a little as Darien’s hands came down, lingering at the dress’ hemline, then oh-so-slightly pulled it upwards. The pantyhose Andrew had picked out were thankfully sheer to waist, so he didn’t expose any control top as he raised the hem, but instead saw the shapely hips he’d spent so much time perfecting.

Forgetting for a moment that Andrew was going to return, Darien allowed Emily to tease him a little more, pulling the dress up further, exposing the shadowed area between her thighs. In the mirror she bit her lip in anticipation, watching as she exposed herself, revealing the dark panties that were hidden beneath her hose, the panties that had also been picked out for her by this young, unsuspecting boy. Darien remembered the flush of his helper’s young face when Emily had pointed the panties out. If only Andrew knew what they really hid, beneath the hose, beneath the panties and beneath the latex and silicone of his disguise.

Darien allowed one hand to slowly slip between his legs, covering his faked crotch for a moment, making Emily look shyly back at him from the mirror. “What’s that, Andrew?” she said softly. “You’ve never seen a woman’s pussy before? Hmm. We shall have to see what we can do about that.”

She laughed then, a low throaty laugh that Darien loved to make. She smiled at him, pulling the hemline of the dress back down, becoming socially acceptable again.

A slight cough on the other side of the door startled Darien.

“Uh, I got that chair,” Andrew said. “You can… uh… sit now. Whenever you’re ready, I mean.”

“Wonderful,” Darien said, wondering just how much Andrew had heard.

Then Emily smiled. Hopefully, he’d heard everything.