I had imagined bumping into him so many times. I’d played out the conversations and different situations, pictured what it would be like to actually see him in person for the first time in sixteen years. It would then frustrate me to think that we had spent so many years at school together, in such close proximity, yet I’d never really known he’d existed, or knew that he even knew who I was.

So many times throughout our lives we had been so close, skirting on the edge of each other’s lives, within touching distance, but never making proper contact. It was only through the world of social media that we had connected.

That was about to change.

I was wandering around the mall at a loss for which shop to try next. My task was to find an outfit for an upcoming event, but I was struggling. Why was it, when you had money and a reason to shop you could never find what you were looking for? I had been out window shopping only weeks before and had seen tons of things that I wanted. My day hadn’t been a total bust, as I’d managed to find a dress, (which I was unsure about) but I couldn’t find shoes to match anywhere.

I’d already checked my usual shops, but hadn’t been able to find anything. I decided that maybe a caffeine fix would help. I wandered over to the small coffee shop. I was lost in thought in the queue, trying to decide which oversized and overpriced cappuccino to order, when a voice behind me that I didn’t recognise broke my thoughts.

“Jayne?”

I turned to see who had said my name. It took a second for my mind to register who was stood in front of me. But when I did, my heart skipped a beat. The shock and recognition must have been clear as day on my face. “Neil!”

I unconsciously adjusted my hair and cursed that I hadn’t made more effort with my appearance that day. He smiled and my cheeks flushed red. He was taller than I’d expected and even more attractive than his photos on his profile. (Which I’d looked through plenty of times.)

“You needed a caffeine fix as well?” I asked, trying to break the small amount of awkwardness between us.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking for a birthday present for someone, but I’ve not been having much luck. How about you?” he asked, as he looked down at my bag.

“I’ve got a dress sorted, although I’m not too sure about it. I need to find some shoes to go with it, but I’ve been drawing a blank.”

“Maybe coffee is a good idea then. Mind if I join you?”

My stomach did a little turn with a mix of excitement and nerves at the prospect of getting to spend time with him. I’d always really enjoyed chatting with him online, but had always been paranoid that I was pestering him. I worried that he only spoke to me out of politeness, yet there he was asking to spend time with me. He could have easily ordered his coffee and gone about his day.

“Yeah I love that... I mean yeah, sure.”

When we’d both got our drinks we went to one of the small tables at the back of the shop. As we took our seats his leg brushed mine. My breath caught a little with the small shock that coursed through me at the physical contact with him.

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence. Neither of us knew exactly what to say to each other. It was strange to know so much about someone and yet to have never actually spent time together.

I picked up my cappuccino and took a big gulp. The foam tickled my lips, but the liquid was hot and it burnt its way down my throat. He laughed at my eagerness and mistake in not taking the time to let my drink cool. Like some scene out of a cheesy romance film, he reached across and wiped the foam from my nose.

Luckily, it was the ice breaker we needed and soon we had covered all the usual topics. I wished I had the ability to slow down time. All too quickly the bottom of my cup appeared, leaving only a slight residue of foam. I could feel my disappointment building, as our time together was coming to an end. I resigned myself to the fact that he was about to leave, telling myself that I was lucky to have spent any time with him.

That was until he spoke again, “How about we have a deal?”

I raised my eyebrows in question.

“If I help you find some shoes to match your dress, you can help me find a gift?”

He could have offered me any deal – if the outcome was me getting to spend more time with him, I think I would have agreed.

“Deal.”

With a combined caffeine rush and a giddiness that can only come from being in someone’s company that you fancied, I followed him out the coffee shop and back into the walkways of the mall. He asked me which shops I’d already tried. Knowing which places to avoid and enquiring what my budget was, he headed off with me keenly following behind.

“There’s this little shop I know. It’s tucked away and not many people know about it, but I know the owner. All the women that I know rave about this place, so we should be able to find you something,” he chatted, as I followed.

I hadn’t known the little shop was there and was pleasantly surprised by the amount of items that I liked from a quick glance. Neil said his hellos to the shop owner and they had a little catch up about his family. While he did that I wandered around, taking in the items for sale.

“I’ve come to help my friend, Jayne. She needs to find some shoes for her dress. Jayne, this is Mary,” he introduced us, before asking Mary, “do you mind if she puts her dress on, so I can see which shoes look the best?”

“No love, you go ahead and do what you need to do.”

She pointed us towards the changing room at the back of the shop. I nervously walked with my shopping bag in hand. Behind the curtain in the dressing room, I felt conscious that only a thin amount of material separated my semi naked self and my crush. I struggled to get into the dress, which only hours before had slid on with ease. This was down to the thin coating of sweat that covered my entire body. The heat was unbearable, although I’m sure if I’d check the thermostat in the shop it was no way near the soaring heights it felt to me. Being in unexpected close contact with Neil had done that.

I was twice as unsure about what the little sparkly dress looked like on me, knowing that soon he would be eyeing my body and its clinging material. I felt twice the size that I actually was. I could have hid in the cubicle forever, but I knew I had to step out and face his eyes at some point.

I stood up straight, eyed myself one more time in the full length mirror behind me, before tentatively pulling back the curtain. I held my breath. I watched his eyes roam over the outfit. He signalled for me to twirl.

I did so, which made my dizzied head ramp up a notch. Remembering to not let go of my tightly sucked in stomach, I only allowed myself a breath when the smile on his face told me that I didn’t look like some hippopotamus that had been in a glitter fight.

“You look stunning. I’m sure we can find you something to go with that,” he beamed.

He held out his hand for me to take his. It felt right interlocking my fingers with his and letting him lead me towards a small staircase.

“The shoes are upstairs. I know all this because my mum roped me into plastering the walls of the shop before it opened,” he explained.

I laughed. “Good to know. I was starting to wonder if you had some secret fetish for wearing women’s clothes,” I teased.

He stopped and looked at me seriously. I panicked thinking I had just taken the piss out of him, but in fact had hit the nail on the head and really offended him. His serious expression held and the look on my face must have shown what was going through my head. I was just about to apologise when he broke into laughter. I playfully punched his arm. We shared a laugh at his prank, while we ascended the small spiral stairs.

When we reached the top the room opened out. It had large wooden roof beams and small rounded windows; we were in the attic space of the shop. It was such a quaint little room, with the walls covered in shelves, which contained the most gorgeous sets of shoes I’d seen in a long time.

Like a kid in a candy shop I couldn’t help but release Neil’s hand and go over and take a closer look.

“Oh my, some of these are gorgeous. How did I not know about this place?”

He smiled and watched as I picked up different pairs of shoes.

“Sit down over there.” He pointed to the leather cubed stool. He regarded my feet for a moment and I was glad that I’d taken time to paint my toenails the day before. He was thoughtful for a second and then went and selected a pair of shoes.

He returned with a black pair of slightly glittery sling backs and dropped to his knees in front of me. He gently picked up my foot. A shiver ran through me as his thumb subtly stroked along my arch. If I thought I was hot in the changing room that was nothing compared to the heat that was emanating from me right now.

With care and tenderness he gently slid the shoe onto my foot. I was surprised that he had correctly been able to gauge my size from simply looking at my feet. There was something so incredibly sensual about the way in which he held my ankle while taking his time. He rested my foot on his knee while he buckled up the strap, before repeating with the other shoe. I could feel my heart pounding away in my chest and heard the thuds in my ear with each pump.

Once he’d finished, he helped me to my feet. With the five inch heels I was just about at eye level with him. There was a moment were we both just stopped and looked into each other’s eyes, sharing a look of attraction.

If we hadn’t been interrupted by Mary walking up the stairs I wouldn’t have been surprised if we had ended up kissing. Mary explained that she had to nip to the bank and then she was going to get some lunch. She didn’t mind us staying in the shop while she was gone, but explained to Neil how to unlock the shop door if we needed to get out for any reason.

With that she left us to it. Some of the sexual atmosphere that had been present before she arrived was still there, but it had been dampened slightly.

“Walk over the other side of the room and let me see these shoes properly with that dress.”

I did as he said, finding it slightly difficult to walk with my legs feeling shaky.

The old, wonky floorboards of the attic room were not helping in my mission to look stable and sexy. I made my way across the floor. He regarded me again.

“Hmm, I like them, but I think we can do better. You know what I think is missing…” I could see an idea come into his head. “Wait here a minute.”

He ran down the stairs and I stood eagerly awaiting his return. He wasn’t gone long and soon returned with a packet containing some stockings.

“I think different shoes, but I think the dress would look so much better with these.” He handed me the packet and then turned to look for some more shoes. I wasn’t sure if I should go back down to the changing room to put the stockings on, but he was so engrossed in looking for a pair of shoes that I figured I’d be alright.

I removed the black, nylon stockings from their cardboard packaging, took care slipping off the sling backs and set about preparing the first stocking, bunching it across both my thumbs. I propped my foot on the stool and slid the silky material over my toes, working it up my calf and over my knee, until the lace edge was around my thigh. I glanced over to Neil, expecting him to still be looking at the shoes, but his stare was firmly fixed on my stocking clad leg.

He didn’t turn away, or apologise for watching. There was a new expression on his face that I hadn’t seen before. It was a look of pure lust. With his eyes firmly fixed on me I flushed even hotter and felt my pussy tingle into life. I had a choice. I could act all shy, which was how I was truly feeling, or I could summon a part that was buried deeper.

I opted for the latter and picked up the next stocking and repeated the slow motion of (as sexily as possible) rolling the stocking up my long leg. If I wasn’t mistaken I was sure I could see his trousers bulge at the front, as his eyes took in the sight of my stocking covered legs. From his angle he must have been able to see the material of my panties. If they hadn’t have been black I’m sure he’d also be able to see a damp patch forming.

When I’d finished, I hitched the dress back down my thighs and took a few steps backwards, so he could see me properly.

“I’m not sure if black ones are right with that dress now. Wait there.”

He ran back down the stairs, his pace showing more of his excitement than his last descent. Within moments he was back. This time with some tan stockings in hand. I figured the stockings I was wearing actually looked fine, but he just wanted an excuse to see me roll them back down my legs.

I didn’t want to disappoint him, so I took my time rolling them down from the lace tops, taking extra care to slow the removal and give him plenty to look at, as inch by inch of black material gave way to my milky skin.

When both pairs had been sexily removed, I looked up at him from under my eyelashes and smiled. It seemed as if he was feeling the heat, just as I had. Small beads of sweat had started to form on his forehead. I walked slowly towards him, halting as I got so that we were almost touching. It wasn’t a conscious thing, probably more because I was so aroused, but my tongue ran across my lips. I watched his eyes follow its sweep, before my teeth bit the corner of my lip.

I reached over and took the tan stockings from his hand, noticing that he’d totally forgotten he was holding them. I walked back over to the stool and repeated the process of covering my legs in the silky material. His eyes never left my body for a second. When I was done, I did a little turn for him. “Better?”

“Yes, I think that looks better. I know which shoes as well.” He went over to the shelves and selected another pair. These, again were five inches or so, but this time they were black with an inset of lace that ran the length of the arch. I perched myself on the stool, hoping that he would again fit the shoes like some prince charming.

Dropping to his knees in front of me, I was so turned on at the sight of him. He took hold of my leg. He didn’t use any subtlety. His hand glided up the back of my calf muscle and skimmed the tops of my thighs, just above my knee, before running back down and taking a masterful, yet still gentle grip of my ankle. Then he slid the heels onto my dainty feet.

He ran both his hands up my legs. A small, involuntary moan slipped from my mouth. He reached the lace tops on my thighs and I wondered if his hand would sneak higher. I wouldn’t have minded, but instead he gently pulled the dress down and helped me to my feet.

I regarded myself in the full length mirror behind him. The stockings and shoes looked perfect with the dress. I pulled a hairband from my bag and tied my long hair up in a high ponytail above my head to complete the look. I did another little turn and giggled as I almost lost balance in the shoes.

“Thank you so much for helping me. These shoes are perfect.”

“The pleasure is all mine.”

I did the obligatory walk around to check the comfort of the shoes and checked them out in the little floor height mirrors. A dirty smirk spread across my face, as the idea of how to spike Neil’s arousal came to mind.

“Would you mind checking something for me?” I asked.

“Sure, what’s that?”

I giggled and walked a few more steps away from him, before turning so that my back was towards him. Looking back over my shoulder to see his face, I bent from the waist all the way down, so my hands rested on my ankles. I knew full well the dress was too short to be able to bend over like that without exposing a decent proportion on my ass to him.

“Do I have to be careful how I bend over in this dress?”

I expected him to say something, but instead he’d walked up behind me and the next thing I felt was his palms caressing the exposed cheeks of my ass. When he finally responded his voice was deeper and had the distinct tone of arousal.

“I’d say you definitely have to be careful how far you bend over in that dress out in public… but you can bend over for me like that anytime you want.”

With his hands on either side of my hips, he crouched down. His face must have been level with my ass cheeks and the little panty covered mound peeking out from beneath. I have no doubt that he could smell my arousal. With the blood rushing to my head in my bent over position, I imagined his blood was rushing elsewhere.

His hands swept down the length of my legs, before returning back up. I held my stance for him, partly out of disbelief on how quickly things had escalated, partly out of sheer enjoyment of being so open to him. As his hands reached the tops of my thighs, his fingers slipped higher beneath the dress. In one fell swoop he’d hooked the sides of my thong and pulled it down around my ankles.

I let out a shocked squeal, but it wasn’t in protest. I was totally lost in arousal and the twist of events. He stood and circled me. I was frozen, hoping to god that Mary had in fact locked the door and no unexpected shopper wandered up to look for some heels, but got a totally different view entirely. My hamstrings pulled tight in my stretched out stance and my insides trembling from anticipation, but still I didn’t want to move.

I heard, rather than saw the buckle of his belt being loosened, before the tantalising sound of his zip being undone filled the room. Usually, I’d be more of a fan for foreplay, but given the height of my excitement I knew my pussy was ready for him to take me. I also had the added incentive that if we weren’t quick, we would be disturbed and I desperately wanted to feel his cock inside me.

I’d never felt a hard dick fill me without prior knowledge of what size and girth to expect, so it was a strange sensation to feel his head slip past my lips and into my hot, silky hole. He groaned when he felt my tight walls grip around his intrusion, which only made my pussy tense out of even more excitement. He slipped in as far as the first slide would allow, before withdrawing almost to the tip. His next thrust forward sent him deeper still and my body rocked with the force.

I gripped my ankles and tried to steady myself from the onslaught of deliciously pleasurable thrusts that came in quick succession. It was hard and fast and I was loving every second. His hand gripped my hips to gain more leverage and with the frenzied pounding we both moaned in unison.

With one hand still gripping my hip to an extent that I’m sure I’d be bruised the next day, his other made contact with the soft flesh of my ass cheek. He massaged it roughly, before whipping his hand back and slapping it firmly. The slap of skin against skin echoed around the small room, mixed with the ecstasy filled cry from me.

My cheek stung and must have gone a dark shade of pink. I could feel the burning imprint where his hand had made contact, but all it did was intensify my pleasure. I released my grip from around my ankle and reached behind to further spread my ass cheeks for him, exposing my tight puckered star and allow him greater access to thrust harder and deeper.

With his knees bent slightly to better his angle his thrust filled me completely, bottoming out and sending shrieks of pure frenzied delight from me. Harder and faster they came, bringing us both closer to the release we both desperately wanted.

“Oh fuck, Neil! You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Christ you feel so fucking good inside me. Oh god, that’s it, just like that. Fuck me, yes!!”

It was enough to push him over the edge and with my moans pitching out at their height, with a few more thrusts we climaxed together. My walls clinging to his shaft like a vice and him spurting his load deep inside me.

When we’d both caught our breath and enjoyed the moment for a few seconds, he pulled out of me and I finally stood up. I was glad he was still behind me, as standing up right after so long with my head at my feet sent me dizzy and I needed his support.

When I’d gained some balance and most of my senses back he turned me and kissed me gently on the lips. It was the sort of kiss that only happened after two people had shared an intimate moment. Slow and tender, with a hint of passion still lingering.

“That’s the best shopping trip I’ve ever had,” he smiled, after we’d reluctantly pulled out of the kiss. I laughed and had to agree with him.

“The shopping trip isn’t done yet. We’ve still got to find you your present,” I grinned back, with a dirty smirk.