Personal Best (Part 4)

The following Saturday morning I drove into town with the intention of getting myself some new shoes. Although I wasn’t restricted to any particular day or time I hoped by going at the same time as I had previously with Sam there was a chance I’d get the same shop assistant as before – the stunning Alice.

 

My luck was in! As I entered the shop I saw her straight away. When she saw me she came over to greet me. I was pleased to observe that she was dressed in the short navy-blue skirt that she’d delighted us with the first time; only this time it was teamed with a white polo shirt that was transparent enough that I could discern she was wearing a white bra underneath. The shirt was tight-fitting to emphasise her breasts, and short enough to leave a slither of her trim, browned stomach uncovered.

 

“Hello again.” she welcomed me like an old friend in her cheerful voice, “On your own today?”

 

The greeting took me somewhat by surprise; I wasn’t expecting her to remember me: I’m normally easily forgotten.

 

“S-sorry?” I stuttered, caught off guard.

 

“You’ve not got your friend with you today?” Alice clarified, “The very pretty blond girl. Sam wasn’t it?”

 

“Yes, that’s right. I’m surprised you remembered us.” I admitted.

 

“Well she was very attractive.” Alice said, “And very cheeky! I’m used to customers trying to look up my skirt, but that’s the first time a customer has got me to climb a ladder just to get a better view!”

 

I blushed to think that Alice knew all along what we’d been up to.

 

“Is that what you’ve come back for? To look up my skirt again?” Alice asked, not sounding at all embarrassed.

 

“N-no.” I lied, “Actually I’d like a pair of trainers for myself.”

 

“Great! I’m sure I can find you something suitable.” Alice replied, “And if you're serious about buying some I expect I can arrange for you to see up my skirt again. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she giggled.

 

“Yes please!” I exclaimed, realising too late that I sounded like an excited schoolboy, "And yes, I am serious."

 

“Okay, please follow me.” Alice instructed, “Just remember, if you pick a pair from the top shelf I know what your game is!” she laughed.

 

Alice led me through to the seating area at the back of the shop. I followed close behind watching her pleasing figure and shapely legs. She walked confidently with an exaggerated hip sway so that her short skirt moved enticingly from side to side with each step. As before, her skirt was so short it barely covered her bottom.

 

Alice invited me to sit down, which I did. There were no other customers in the shop, just another female assistant – also young and attractive – busying herself at the counter.

 

“I was just about to make a coffee; would you like one?” Alice offered.

 

“Yes please. If it’s no bother.” I replied.

 

“No bother at all.” Alice said, and headed off to a door marked ‘Staff Only’.

 

After about five minutes Alice emerged and handed me a mug of coffee.

 

“I’ll just take my colleague her drink, get the measuring device and then I’ll be right back with you.” Alice smiled.

 

While I waited I sipped on my drink. I have to admit it was one of the best coffees I’d ever tasted. Alice soon came back, this time carrying the measuring device. She knelt down in front of me.

 

“Coffee okay?” she asked casually.

 

“It’s delicious.” I replied, “One of the nicest I’ve ever tasted.”

 

“Thank you.” Alice said, “It’s probably my South American heritage coming out.” she smiled.

 

“Sam and I thought you looked South American.” I confirmed, “But your name – Alice Healy - is rather English. And you don’t have a foreign accent at all.”

 

“My dad is English but my mum is Colombian. She comes from Medellin, which is known as the ‘City of Eternal Spring’. Although I was born in England I am very proud of my Colombian roots. I have visited my grandparents in Colombia, and I speak some Spanish, but I’ve never lived there.” Alice explained, “And as for my name, I’d need a bigger name badge if I had my full name on it.” she laughed.

 

“What is it?” I asked, intrigued, “Please tell me.”

 

“Okay, but I warn you, your coffee will be cold by the time I’ve finished!” she chuckled, “My full name is Alice Paola Luisa Tuti Lina Romero Fernanda Sanchez-Healy.”

 

“Wow! That is quite a mouthful!” I gasped.

 

“I’m the only girl I know that wears less clothes than she’s got names!” Alice laughed.

 

“It’s a pity you’re not wearing less clothes than your shortened version.” I grinned, then realised how corny I sounded.

 

“Naughty!” Alice chuckled, “I like that!”

 

“With your Colombian background and your expertise at crafting great coffee, wouldn’t you be better employed as a barista in a posh coffee shop? I hear the best ones can command big money.” I suggested.

 

“Probably. Truth is, I enjoy working here. I get on well with the small team of girls that I work with; we have a lot of fun, a lot of laughs together. You see I’m an exhibicionista at heart – an exhibitionist, a show-off. I enjoy flirting with customers. I like being descardo – saucy, cheeky. I love coqueteando – flirting – with customers. That’s the Latino in me. No doubt you’ll be seeing my knickers – my calzón – soon. Try doing that in a coffee shop!” she laughed.

 

“And you don’t mind?”” I quizzed, “Customers seeing your knickers I mean.”

 

“Not at all.” Alice grinned, “I love wearing short skirts, tight tops and skimpy underwear. It excites me; it turns me on. Most Colombian girls are extroverts, funny and fun; a bit precocious to be truthful. We enjoy music and dancing; we use our bodies a lot; and we’re sexy! We make great strippers!” she winked at me, smiled, and suggestively touched her long dark hair.

 

“You’re naturally very attractive.” I commented, “To think we were feeling guilty about looking up your skirt.”

 

“And so you should. That was naughty!” Alice admonished me, albeit playfully, “Although I did make it easy for you. And I enjoyed watching the expressions on your faces as you saw things that you knew you shouldn’t.”

 

“I just couldn’t resist looking.” I admitted, “You are very beautiful indeed.”

 

Alice smiled coquettishly; her high cheekbones, captivating smile, radiant skin, glowing complexion and bright, dark expressive eyes gave her a timeless elegance. Her figure was curvaceous but toned, no doubt due to an active lifestyle, dancing and a healthy diet.  

 

“Thank you.” Alice beamed, “That’s very sweet of you. I’m really not that special. When I go to visit my grandparents I am only considered average looking. But then Medellin is noted for women with refined beauty and a tremendous sense of style. It has some of the most beautiful women in South America. It is part of Colombian culture for girls to stay fit and stylish, and to take pride in our appearance. The importance of femininity is stressed to us from an early age.

 

“You may only be average there, but you are exceptional here.” I praised.

 

“Aww thank you so much. I do appreciate it. And to show my gratitude I’ll make sure you get a good view of my legs and knickers today. Don’t be shy about looking. Just help yourself.” she stressed, “If you’ve finished your coffee I’ll make a start.”

 

I handed Alice my empty cup, which she put to one side. I took my shoes off.

 

“You don’t wear Disney socks then?” she tittered, in reference to the socks Sam had been wearing when we came before.

 

“Not today.” I smiled.

 

“What size do you think you are?” Alice asked.

 

“I’m normally eight?” I stated.

 

“Wow! That impressive. And what about your feet?” Alice chuckled.

 

We laughed out loud together, completely as ease. Alice squatted down and placed my right foot in the measuring device. As she concentrated on getting my foot positioned correctly I concentrated equally hard – probably more so - on taking in the tantilising view up her skirt, and the exciting glimpse of white panties

 

Satisfied with the measurements of my right foot, Alice shifted the apparatus over to my left one. As she changed her position she hitched her little skirt up slightly further and opened her legs even wider affording an unbelievable view up her skirt so that I had a clear sight of her inner thighs and white panties. I momentarily diverted my eyes to look at her face and noticed she was watching me with a wry grin. When Alice was satisfied with the measurements for both of my feet she stood up, adjusted her skirt, and moved the measuring contraption out of the way.

 

“Well, did you see them?” she smiled, “My knickers, I mean.”

 

“Did I? I had a great view! Thank you.” I grinned back.

 

“I expect you’ll see them again in a minute.” she chuckled, “You’re right, an eight should fit. I’ll get you a few pairs to try on.”

 

With Alice measuring my feet I’d had to sit with my legs out in front of me. I had put my hands in my lap in a desperate attempt to conceal my inevitable erection. I knew that when Alice returned with shoes for me to try on she would expect me to walk about in them. There would be no hiding place.

 

Alice returned carrying half a dozen shoe boxes. She put the boxes down and crouched beside them next to my feet. She hitched her skirt up and parted her legs enticingly again. She was so close that this time I could discern the outline of her little slit beneath the thin material of her panties. I gasped.

 

“From your expression I take it you can see them again?” Alice grinned, “Was I wearing white ones the last time you came in?”

 

“You were.” I replied, transfixed, “I remember them well.”

 

“I wear white or pale ones most often because they contrast nicely with my darker skin. What do you think?” she asked.

 

“They look great.” I managed to utter even though I was breathless.

 

“Are these ones a bit see-through? I know some of them can be.” Alice continued.

 

“Just a bit.” I confirmed, “Not too much.”

 

“Can you make out my slit?” Alice persisted, “Don’t be shy, you can tell me if you can. I honestly don’t mind.”

 

“Just about.” I admitted, “It looks very cute.”

 

“Thank you.” Alice smiled, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to stop gazing up my skirt at my cute little slit and take a look at these shoes instead.” Alice said, opening the first of the boxes.

 

I tried my best to concentrate on the shoes but I couldn’t help myself, every so often I gave in to temptation and had a look up Alice’s skirt. Alice just grinned when she noticed what I was doing. I picked out a pair that I was familiar with – a more up-to-date version of the ones I’d already got – and put them on. They fitted perfectly. I stood up and walked about in them.

 

“How do they feel?” Alice asked, “Not too tight?”

 

“They feel great. I’d forgotten how cushioning they are compared to my old ones.” I admitted.

 

“I don’t suppose they’re as tight as your trousers.” Alice laughed, “That’s quite a bulge you’ve got going on there!”

 

Red-faced I quickly sat down.

 

“I’m so sorry!” I said, blushing profusely.

 

“No need to apologise.” Alice grinned, “I see that as a compliment. Here, try these ones on, I think you’ll like them.”

 

Alice handed me a pair of much more expensive shoes. I took off the first pair and swapped them for the one’s Alice had just handed me. They felt special straight away.

 

“Have a walk about in them. Don’t worry, I won’t be offended by your swelling. I won’t even look at it if it embarrasses you.” Alice chuckled, “Okay, I lied there. Of course I’m going to look!”

 

I walked around in the second pair, they felt terrific. They gave me the feeling of walking on air. I felt that if I’d had shoes like this when I was running regularly I would have been much more competitive. When compared to my regular shoes it was like being at the wheel of a supercar instead of a family saloon.

 

“What do you think of those?” Alice asked, “Nice aren’t they?”

 

“They’re great!” I enthused, “But they’re much better than I actually need at the moment. And they’re very expensive.”

 

“They’ve only just come out. They use the latest technology and materials.” Alice explained, “They drastically reduce the risk of injury. You’ll be the envy of all the other runners.”

 

“I don’t run enough to warrant state-of-the-art shoes like these.” I explained, “I only run a few miles a week.”

 

“They’ll last a long time then won’t they?” Alice reasoned, “Feel free to jog across the shop to get a feel for them.”

 

I jogged a little. They were marvellous.

 

“Just think, you’d be able to keep up with Sam in those.” Alice commented, “I expect you’ll struggle to lay up with her as she gets fitter. You’ll find it much easier with those on.”

 

“It’s tempting. But they are very expensive.” I stated, “I really can’t justify spending that much.”

 

“No? Are you sure? There must be something I can do to tempt you?” Alice winked, “If you buy them I’ll give you an even better view of my panties.”

 

“I must admit they are unbelievably comfortable shoes; I’ve never experienced anything like them before.” I conceded, “And of course, you know I find you incredibly attractive and I’d love to see more of your cute little undies.”

 

“So you’ll have them?” Alice said hopefully, “You know that if I give you a better view of my panties the chances are that you’ll get a better view of my slit as well?” she added cheekily.

 

“I’m so tempted.” I responded, teetering on the brink of changing my mind and saying ‘yes’. I hesitated.

 

Alice could see I was wavering.

“If you buy them I’ll get my colleague Katya to show you her knickers as well. She’s as cheeky as me; she won’t mind.” Alice stated.

 

I looked across to the counter where Alice’s colleague Katya was working. She was a tall, slim girl with short dark hair. Like Alice she was young and attractive, although she was paler skinned and more European in appearance. The thought of both girls willingly showing me their undies was too good an offer to refuse.

 

“If you can persuade her to do it then I’ll have them.” I smiled.

 

“Great!” Alice exclaimed, “Leave it to me.”

 

Alice left me and went over to where Katya was standing. I saw them having a discussion during which Alice was quite expressive, using her arms and hands the way that Latinos often do. Several times she looked towards me and nodded in my direction. Although I couldn’t hear what was being said, it appeared the conversation was light-hearted and amicable; both girls were smiling and laughing. Alice returned to me with a broad smile on her face.

 

“Katya has agreed to do it!” she beamed, “We are going to close the shop for five minutes so that we’re not disturbed, and we’ll need to go into the staff area so that we can’t be seen through the windows. Is that okay?”

 

“Fine by me!” I grinned like a cat that had got the cream.

 

I followed Alice through the door marked ‘Staff Only’. It opened out into a small, narrow space with kitchen units to one side with a sink, fridge and tea and coffee making facilities. The other side was stacked with shoe boxes. We were soon joined by Katya, who, I assume, had been locking the shop.

 

“Good morning. I am Katya. Pleased to meet you.” she said politely in clipped English with a distinctly East European intonation.

 

I introduced myself and we shook hands, Katya almost curtsying deferentially as she did so.

 

“Alice tells me you want to see my knickers?” she said, matter-of-factly.

 

It sounded absurd when put bluntly like that.

 

“Yes please.” I replied, “That is if you don’t mind?”

 

“Not at all.” Katya smiled, “We are only too eager to please, aren’t we Alice?”

 

Alice nodded. It was impossible to tell who, if any, was the most senior of the two girls. Neither was obviously directing matters. There was just room for them to stand side-by-side in the confined room. They shuffled together and faced me. Both girls were smiling and had a glint in their eyes. They were both stunningly attractive.

 

“Ready?” Alice asked with a chuckle.

 

I indicated that I was. I still didn’t believe that they would go through with it; I thought that it was all some kind of wind up. Both girls put their hands down, gripped the hem of their little skirts and started to lift them up. To be fair, their skirts were that short that they didn’t need to raise them much before their panties were exposed. Like Alice, Katya was wearing tiny white ones.

 

“Well?” Alice asked.

 

“They’re adorable.” I sighed, taking in the splendid view, “You’re both stunning.”

 

“Thank you.” Alice replied, “I think we can do better, don’t you Katya?” she chuckled.

 

Alice leant in close to Katya and whispered something in her ear, using her hand to cover her mouth so that I couldn’t tell what she was saying. Whatever it was she said caused Katya to snigger. Alice turned her back to Katya who unzipped Alice’s little skirt and let it fall to the ground. Then Alice did the same to Katya’s skirt. With their skirts on the floor both girls turned to face me, their almost matching tiny white panties fully revealed.

 

“You can see them better now!” Alice smiled, “We didn’t know we were wearing virtually matching panties. I assure you that was purely coincidental.”

 

“We didn’t know that they were quite so revealing either!” Katya added kittenishly, "They barely hide our pussies." she giggled.

 

“They’re very cute.” I observed, “You’re both gorgeous!”

 

Now Katya leaned in close to Alice and whispered something in her ear. Whatever it was that she said caused Alice to initially gasp as if she was unable to believe what she’d heard. She then stared wide-eyed at her companion with a mischievous grin on her face.

 

“Really?” she giggled impishly, “Are you serious?”

 

“Let’s!” Katya chuckled saucily.

 

Both girls had flirtatious smiles on their faces as they gripped the sides of their panties and simultaneously pulled them down. I looked on awestruck as they stood before me with their undies around their ankles. The girls spread their legs so that their charming little pussies were fully exposed. I looked open-mouthed from one to the other. Both girls were as smooth as silk ‘down there’. Neither of them had particularly distinct pubic mounds, if anything Alice was the slightly fleshier of the two. Their slits appeared neat and tight like budding rose petals in strawberry fondant hues, bewitching, delicate and oh-so-adorable.

 

“Wow!” I exclaimed, “I wasn’t expecting to see those! They’re delectable!”

 

“Thank you.” Alice smiled, “To be honest, I wasn’t intending to show you this much. You can thank Katya for that.”

Again Katya leaned in close to Alice and whispered to her. The girls then shuffled around so that they had their backs to me. Like this I could see their round, peachy, oh-so-slappable, bottoms. Although both girls were gloriously tanned – especially the dark-skinned Alice – there was no sign of any ‘white bits’. The girls turned back to face me. It was as if Alice could read my mind.

 

“Did you like our bottoms? You’re probably wondering why we haven’t got any tan lines?” she posed, “One of our colleagues has a flat close by that has a roof garden. We spend a lot of time there sunbathing in the nude. Sometimes there can be five of us girls there with not a stitch on.” she giggled.

 

“That’s why we’re comfortable seeing each other like this.” Katya grinned, “We see each other’s pussies most days through the summer.”

 

“I could probably arrange for you and your friend Sam to join us if you like?” Alice proposed, “You’d like to see Sam naked wouldn’t you? I know I would; she’s very hot! She’s got a great body, I bet she’s got a tight, little pussy.”

 

“Of course, you’d have to get naked too.” Katya chipped in, “You shouldn’t find that embarrassing though, given the size of your bulge.” she chuckled.

 

“That sounds fun to me.” I admitted, “But I’m not sure that Sam would be that keen for me to see her naked.”

 

“Don’t be so sure.” Alice countered, “She seemed rather saucy to me. I bet she’d show you her pussy. You'd love to see it wouldn't you?” Alice laughed.

 

Alice was right. As I stared at the two stunning girls standing in font of me with their cute little pussies exposed, I couldn't help but imagine what Sam's was like - how I'd love to see it! Katya looked at her watch.

 

“Getting back to the here and now, we’ve got about a minute left if you’d like a quick feel of our pussies?” Katya offered with a suggestive chuckle.

“Katya!” Alice cried, taken aback by Katya’s proposal, “That’s so naughty!”

 

“Really?” I asked in disbelief.

 

“Really. But you’ll have to be quick!” Katya confirmed, “You’re okay with that aren’t you Alice?”

 

“I suppose so.” Alice said, sounding shocked, “I wasn’t expecting it that’s all.”  

 

Thinking I was in some sort of parallel reality, I stepped forward and placed my left hand on Katya’s pubic mound and my right on Alice’s. I massaged them tenderly for a short while, then conscious of time, I moved my hands lower and let my fingers rub their little slits. The girls purred appreciatively. I sensed both were moist and I easily slipped my fingers between their enticing flaps. I was so pleased that I’d cut my fingernails earlier that week. I caressed their intimate inner sanctums. Both girls started to pant rapidly.

 

“Oh my God! That feels good!” Alice exclaimed, “Your fingers are so smooth and sensitive.” she sighed.

 

“Are his fingers inside you?” Katya asked, breathlessly, “He is deep inside me.” she gasped.

 

“Me too!” Alice whimpered, “My bad, but I wish it was more than his fingers inside me!” she giggled.

 

“Naughty girl!” Katya laughed, “Shame we don’t have more time. I’d love to get his cock out too. But we need to stop now.”

 

“Just a few more seconds please.” Alice begged, “I’m quite wet.” she gasped.

 

“Not just me then!” Katya chuckled, “We really do need to stop.”

 

I withdrew my fingers from both girls. While I cleaned up at the sink the girls pulled their panties up and put their little skirts back on. The girls were still flushed crimson and puffing as we emerged from the staff room. Katya went to open up the shop again while I accompanied Alice to the till to pay for my shoes. I handed my credit card over. Although I’d never dreamt of spending that much money on a pair of trainers, I felt that all things considered, it was money well spent. Alice put the shoebox into a carrier bag.

“I trust everything was to your satisfaction?” she grinned as she handed the bag to me.

 

“Definitely!” I beamed, “And to yours I hope?” I countered.

 

“Oh yes!” she smiled, “I just wish we’d had more time. Please come back and pleasure us again.”

 

“The pleasure was all mine.” I stated as I turned to leave, “Bye!”

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