The Shoe Salesman and the Hot Mom
Michelle pulled up her truck into a main street parking bay in the city centre of Cincinnati. She flipped the transmission into park with shaky hands and shut off the engine, placed the keys quickly into her handbag. She pulled down the sunvisor and slid the mirror cover open to check her appearance one last time. All good. Her dark eyes were hot today, her pony tail of her dark hair was tight and taut, revealing the glowing bright and soft skin of her neck. She looked down at her little skirt and tried to pull it over her knee a little more. It didn’t make any difference. She’s not used to wearing such a short skirt. Looking beyond her knees, she saw her bare legs and wondered if she should have worn an open-toe …