Getting off on the Right Foot

I had not been long in this country, two years ago, when I obtained a position as a salesman of women's shoes. Always it was enjoyable to serve my customers, but never shall I forget one particular day, when a lovely young woman entered the shoe department and seated herself.

When I knelt down to measure her feet, I could not help but notice she was wearing no underwear beneath her skirt, and what I shall call the flower of her womanhood was readily apparent. I became quite aroused, but I do not think she noticed. She displayed no shame, and showed no awareness that I could see the hair-covered district between her legs. She did buy a pair of shoes. Soon after she left, I was able to go on a break. I retired to the store restroom, removed my penis from my trousers, and fondled and stroked it repeatedly until I ejaculated a copious amount of semen into the bowl of the toilet. Much, much satisfaction did I experience, but never again did that young woman return.