New shoes

Daisy loved shoe shopping and James was happy to indulge her.  At the moment they were waiting for the shop assistant to come back with a couple of pairs for Daisy to try.  It was taking a little while and James’ mind was wandering.  Looking at the shoes arranged artfully around the shop walls he wondered whether perhaps he ought to get some new ones himself, the timberland boots he was wearing at the moment were getting a bit worn down at the heel.  That would require a different shop though, he rather doubted any of the shoes here came in a men’s size 13.  He tried to picture himself wearing some of Daisy’s shoes and it made him chuckle slightly.

“Something funny James?” Daisy asked, looking up at him from her seat.

“Oh, I was just thinking that maybe I should replace these some time,” he said, lifting his left foot slightly to indicate his boots, “and then thought about what I’d look like in some of the shoes in this shop.”

Daisy laughed too, “Yeah, I don’t quite think they’d suit you, even if they did have large enough sizes.”

 

One of the other shop assistants saw the two of the laughing with each other and smiled herself.

“What a nice young couple,” she said quietly to herself.

James and Daisy were both in their mid-20s, he was 25, she was 26 and were both very attractive people.  James was tall, about 6ft 2, with short, mousy brown hair that was determined to do its own thing no matter how much he tried to control it.  The sleeves of his rugby shirt were taught around his large biceps and where his jeans would have been loose on most guys they fit him perfectly.  Certainly it would not have surprised anyone to learn that he was an amateur rugby player.  His muscular body was offset though by a boyish face that made him look the picture of innocence.  Daisy on the other hand had a definite look of mischief in her green eyes.  She was also quite tall, though still quite a bit shorter than James and while she didn’t have the mass of James’ muscles she was very well toned.  As she often told James having really big muscles could actually be a disadvantage in karate since it tended to make you less agile.

Finally, their shop assistant came back, her arms laden with boxes.

“Sorry for the wait, someone has messed up the organisation in the back room again.”

“That’s ok, we were amusing ourselves,” said Daisy.

The shop assistant started unboxing the shoes and Daisy tried them on.  They went through several pairs without finding anything she liked, but then on the last box she brought out a pair of brown, calf-length boots.  The leather was incredibly soft and supple and as she slipped her feet into them Daisy’s eyes lit up.

“Ooh, these are perfect!”

She bounced out of the chair and skipped over to one of the mirrors to admire them.

James smiled as she turned in front of the mirror to look at them from different angles.  Satisfied she bounded over and flung her arms around his neck.

“They look great,” he said, putting his arms around her waist.

“And they’re so comfy”, Daisy said.  Then a different sort of smile broke across her face and she added, “I can’t wait to break them in.”

James flexed his toes in his boots. “I’ll bet”, he said.

“Oh they shouldn’t need much breaking in,” interjected the shop assistant, “not with leather that soft.”

James and Daisy smiled to each other and Daisy turned and said, “I’ll take them.”

*****

When they got home James had just closed the front door when he let out a grunt of surprise.  Where before his jeans had been resting loosely over the top of his boots, now there was a narrow band of white sock showing between the cuff of his boots and the hem of his jeans.  James looked down and could see the toe of Daisy’s new boot where her foot was wedged in his groin from behind, bunching his jeans up between it and his balls.

“You really couldn’t wait, huh?”

Daisy lowered her foot, allowing James to turn around.

“Nope,” she said, smiling coyly.

“I’m almost surprised you managed to last until we got home.”

“It was so difficult,” she said, feigning tiredness, before breaking into a wide grin.  “Now spread those legs.”

James did as he was asked and placed his feet firmly a shoulders width apart, clasping his hands behind his back.

Daisy wasted no time and powered her foot straight into James’ balls.

“Oof.  You’ve been practicing.”

“A little, plus I’m really horny right now.”

James did his best to smile, “Well fire away.”

Daisy obliged and stepped back before delivering another powerful kick.

“Ooh, ow”

“Do they hurt dear?”

“Only a little.”

James shifted his stance slightly and they continued with Daisy delivering kick after kick to James’ balls, his exclamations getting a little louder and more pained each time.

After half a dozen more kicks, James held up his hand. “One moment”, he said.  He bounced on his toes a few times and pulled at the crotch of his jeans with his hands.

Daisy laughed, “You look so silly.”

“Ok, rea…”

James didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence before Daisy delivered what was probably her most devastating nut kick yet.  James bent over slightly and let out a long moan, before raising his head and giving Daisy his best puppy-dog eyes.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“Oh, poor baby.”

Daisy wrapped him in a tight hug and kissed him on the cheek.  James hugged her back and nuzzled his head into her neck.  They stayed like that for a few moments before Daisy brought her leg back slowly and then drove her knee hard into James’ crotch.  James gripped her a little tighter and moaned softly into her neck as she delivered three more knees in quick succession.

When Daisy pulled away it was clear James couldn’t really stand up straight anymore, he was supporting himself with his hands on his thighs.  She smiled and turned around to snap a mule kick into his aching balls.  When she turned back she saw a slight shake in his knees.  One or two more kicks and he should be on the ground.

She gave him a moment and stretched her toes before powering another kick into James’ nuts.  When she stepped away he was still standing, but his knees were definitely shaking now.  She drove another kick into his balls and stepped back again.  Amazingly, though his knees were shaking almost like they were made of jelly now, he was somehow still standing.

She put her hands on her hips.  “Wow, I think they’re getting tougher.”

James did his best to smile through the pain.  “Maybe I’ve been practicing too,” he said, though his voice was definitely a rather higher pitch than normal.

“Well, we’ll see,” said Daisy.

She took several more steps back so she had a short run up, stretched her legs again, and then shot forward smashing her most powerful kick yet into his balls.

James’ eyes bulged and his mouth worked wordlessly.  He was sure he had felt his heels actually leave the ground on that one.  Daisy held her foot in his groin for a moment, and then when she removed it James slumped slowly to the ground in front of the door.

It took over a minute before James found his voice again, saying softly, “I think you broke them that time.”

Daisy wasn’t really concerned, but she came over and squatted down next to him and slipped her hand into his jeans.

“Nope, both still there,” she announced.  She started massaging them gently.  “And they’re not even any more swollen than usual,” she added.  “Though something else is definitely swelling up now,” she said with a laugh as she continued massaging his balls softly and he was now moaning in pleasure rather than pain.

As she continued her massaging she happened to glance away and saw that at some point the laces on James’ right boot had come undone.

She slipped her hand out from James’ jeans and jumped up.

“Oh, do you have to stop now?  That was so good,” James moaned plaintively.

“I had an idea, I’ll be back in a moment,” she said as she raced up the stairs.

“I wonder what she’s up to?” James said to himself, running a hand through his hair.

Daisy wasn’t gone long, and came bounding back down the stairs carrying several pairs of James’ socks.

James looked perplexed as she dumped the socks on the floor and sat down by his feet.

“Daisy, what are you doing?”

“Well,” she said, pulling off James’ right boot, “I thought about what you said earlier.”

She untied his left boot and pulled that off too.

“What I said earlier?”

“About wondering what you’d look like in some of the shoes I was trying on,” she said as she pulled the socks she had brought down on over her boots, “and I thought I’d see what I look like in yours.”

She slipped first her right foot, then her left into his boots and then did them up. She stood up and did a little pirouette.

“So, how do I look.”

James laughed, “Well, it isn’t as silly as I’m sure I’d look in your shoes, but it is still pretty silly.”

With her own boots on and the socks over the top James’ timberlands weren’t actually too loose on Daisy, but they were still comically oversized in comparison to her normal shoes, especially in length.  She walked over to the mirror they kept in the hall to have a look herself, almost tripping over a couple of times on the way.

“I don’t know how you can walk with such big feet.”

“You get used to it I guess,” said James.

Daisy looked at herself in the mirror and started laughing, “I really do look ridiculous in these.”

James started chuckling too and Daisy turned back away from the mirror.  The carpet in their hall was quite dark and looking down at James and seeing his bright white socks contrasted against the dark colour of the carpet and the ‘V’ shape of his jean-clad legs she was reminded of the little guide lights on an airport runway.  It was so inviting, almost without thinking she pulled back her leg and drove the toe of James’ own boot into his balls.

James coughed loudly, “Oh fuck”

His toes curled up and he wrapped his arms around his stomach, which is probably about where it felt like his balls were now.

“On the other hand,” Daisy said thoughtfully, “they do seem to be pretty good for busting balls.”

Once, twice more she pulled her leg back and sent James’ boot sailing into his balls.

James coughed again and said in a quiet, strained voice, “I’d have to agree with that.”

“I don’t know though.”  Daisy glanced down at the boots to appraise them and then planted the toe of the right boot on James balls.  She couldn’t really put much weight on them since her toes were nowhere near the end of the boot, but nonetheless James squealed slightly.  “I like to be able to feel your balls when I’m busting them, and in these I can’t feel a thing.”

“I can,” James said in a voice barely above a whisper.

Daisy laughed, “I bet.  Maybe I’ll borrow them occasionally.”

For now she stepped off James’ balls, causing him to sigh in relief, untied the timberlands and pulled them and the extra socks off.  She sat down between James’ legs.  He was slumped over slightly and looking somewhat worse for wear.

“I hope you haven’t completely lost your enthusiasm,” she said, pulling his socks off and massaging his feet.

“Maybe a little.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to help you get it back,” she said, slowly sliding her hands up the inside of his legs, and leaning forwards to kiss him.