I frequently stop by thrift stores on the chance that I might find a pair of great heels someone has donated. I tend to go to the larger stores rather than smaller consignment shops because big thrift stores have racks with 200-300 pair of shoes rather than 20-30 pairs the smaller shops do.
Most of the time there is nothing special on the shelves. Where do all these fabulous heels go? Do people keep them in their wardrobe forever? Sometimes I believe this to be true, but then once in a while you find a treasure. A couple of months ago at Goodwill for example, I found these Elle black patent platforms with a six inch heel that look like they'd never been worn for five dollars. They were probably purchased by some heel admiring husband, rejected by his wife, and cast into the donations pile.
Anyway, on this particular visit last week I found five or six pair of Aldo and Chinese Laundry closed toe pumps on the racks. They were all 7's and 7.5's, so my assumption is that they were donated by the same person. Why someone would give away such great looking heels, is beyond my comprehension. The heels were all 3.5 to 4 inch stilettos and had very little signs of wear.
The particular pair that caught my attention were black suede Chinese Laundry pumps with a bright gold instep. They had practically no wear on the sole or heel, but unfortunately no toe prints either so they hadn't been worn a lot. I was getting hard just holding them there in the shoe aisle. I knew I wanted to blow my load in them, so I could take them home to enjoy or I could play with them in the store which seemed much more exciting.
I decided to take them to the dressing rooms at the front of the store to play with. On my way to the front I picked up a sweater hanging on the rack and draped it over my arm to conceal the pumps. These dressing rooms have solid doors that lock, so they are fairly private. But there is about a two foot opening to the bottom of the door, so anyone can see you standing inside. It makes me wonder if someone can recognize that classic masturbatory stance, where your feet are perfectly still, but your legs are flexing.
I entered the dressing room, locked the door behind me. I pulled out my hard cock, placed the sweater on one hook, one of the shoes on another hook at about eye level and began to smell the inside of the other pump. Even though the shoe showed little signs of wear, it still had that intoxicating aroma of sweat, leather and perfume. There was a full length mirror in the room which was great to look into because I could see my face pressed against the shoe as I worked my throbbing cock with my other hand.
Just as I was about to explode, I shoved my cock into the toe box of the shoe and dumped a huge load of cum inside. I cleaned myself off making sure that I didn't get anything on the suede, draped the sweater back over the shoes and returned to the shoe racks. I placed the shoes back on the rack and walked out of the store with my head still spinning from the experience.
Post Script: I went back to the thrift store the next day and these particular heels were gone. Either someone bought them the day I was there and wondered about the sticky surprise in the toe or someone bought them the next day and probably never noticed the crusty residue inside the shoe. The exciting part for me is that some stranger is walking around in a pair of heels that was filled with my hot cum.