At first this seemed too unsavory for me and although I have often "accidentally" exposed myself, I felt this was a tad risky. After verbal confirmation that I am the Queen Grandmother of phone sex and no sexual adventure is out of my league, I began to prepare for my exhibitionist thrills.
Before I could venture into the world of shoes and secret sensations, I had to dress to seduce the local foot fondlers. Red tends to high-light my mature yet magnificent & shapely breasts and I wanted all of their attention focused on my exposure down below. I slipped into a simple floral-pattern sundress that ties around my neck. The skirt of the dress flares out a tad and ends well above the knees. If my phone sex boys could see me now...
Panty-less, I lotioned my long legs and slipped into a pair of low heeled sandals. Once in the first shoe store, I eyed up an expense pair of cherry red sling-backs and a yummy young salesman. He took my request and I composed myself in a soft chair near the front of the store. The yummy man in his mid-20s, knelt on the floor in front of me and I felt my stomach quiver and my thighs moisten...
He slipped my shoes off and I slowly slid one of my barefeet into his groin area as the other one landed outside his thigh... This revealed a full-view of my Granny Garden to him and I felt his manhood harden against my foot. I felt instantly empowered and hopelessly turned-on.
That is the day I became the shoe industry's secret snatch streaker and it remains a secret, in the private hopes that I strike again. Now that I have told you one of my numerous exhibitionist secrets, meet me on my phone sex line, and tell me one of yours!
**Kisses and Cookies**
~Francine~
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