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Just finished this for you all!
About this story: “Sneakerville” is a fictional neighborhood in an unspecified big city, along the line of boystown, Chinatown, or Little Italy, where sneaker fetishists live and work together as a community. In this little slice of heaven, having a sneaker kink is totally normal and accepted, and many people engage with their kinks openly and publicly. Our main character, Jill, moves to the neighborhood after her old life falls apart and she finally embraces her fetish. The story includes themes of exhibitionism, a little freeuse, and all kinds of different sexy sneaker fun! This chapter includes a lot of exposition, but I’m hoping to keep using this setting for more stories to come!
Her New Home: Chapter 1
A single tear rolled down Jill’s cheek as she stood on the sidewalk surrounded by as many of her worldly possessions she could fit into three suitcases. She sniffed and shook her head, wiping the tear away. It was time to be strong.
She looked down at her trusty black Converse on her feet and flexed her toes a little. These shoes that had been through so much with her, but were also the cause of so much of her recent pain. She checked her phone and saw that the Uber was a few minutes away. The bustle of the airport pickup lane died away as she looked back at her shoes and reminisced.
It had been in 9th grade when her Chucks had first entered her life. She and 3 of her friends had done a dance for the talent show and needed matching outfits. It had been Brittany who had suggested they buy Converse. Perfect Brittany, now married to her high school sweetheart, with one child and another on the way. Brittany who wouldn’t speak to Jill anymore, not after word got around. Blair had been the edgy one, the first to get piercings, now with who knows how many tattoos. She was still around their hometown, jumping between boyfriends every few months, smoking a pack a day. Hannah had been the flirty one, the one who choreographed the dance routine to be just a little too sexy for a group of freshman girls. She had moved away before Junior year and Jill hadn’t heard from her since.
But it was Jill who was supposed to be the high achiever. She was the one who had gotten perfect grades. She had gone to a good school, out of state, and gotten a fancy degree. She had returned home with a hot, rich, lawyer boyfriend. She’d been the talk of the town. Everyone had loved her and couldn’t wait to see her become a pillar of the community. Her boyfriend had even bought a house in town.
Looking back, they might have loved him even more than her. She was sure they’d have all heard by now why she was gone. Why he had called off the engagement and asked her to move out. Jill snorted with sarcastic laughter. He hadn’t moved though. He was more than happy to remain the golden boy of the small community, now with a tragic backstory to make them all fawn over him.
Jill caught her reflection in the sliding glass door of the airport. She pondered her appearance for a moment. Her long brown hair was wavy and swept in the wind despite the blue headband that held it back. She pulled her scarf up a little more and zipped up her stylish leather jacket. Her long, slender legs shivered in the thin black leggings she wore, but her feet were warm in her white tube socks and her tightly laced black hightop Chucks. She thought back to the first time she’d tried them on in the store. She was 30 years old now, but she remembered her 15 year old self lacing them up for the first time like it was yesterday. She remembered the feeling she got when she looked at herself in the mirror. It was confidence she’d never felt before. It was comfort. It was also something else. Something she couldn’t explain at the time, and would take her years to finally understand.
She hadn’t even worn them much that first year she got them. She knew she liked the way they made her feel, but even back then something about them felt forbidden. Still, whenever she put them on it just felt right. She felt like herself in a way that nothing else did. She had been wearing them at the house party when she had her first drink, and when she’d had her first kiss. The homecoming football game senior year when they’d won the championship. They’d been her good luck charms during her hardest exams.
It wasn’t until college that she’d started to recognize that feeling. A wild frat party, a short miniskirt, and a frat boy too drunk and horny to wait for her to unlace a pair of hightops. The sex was, by any measure, sloppy and bad, but something about how Jill had felt seeing them on her feet while bent over the sink in the bathroom had awakened something she couldn’t put back to sleep.
She had tried, of course. There had been a few more drunken frat parties and sloppy shoes-on bathroom sex, but as this thing grew and took shape she had done everything she could to suppress it. Her going-out clothes became nicer. Sparkly dresses replaced the trashy miniskirts. The drunken wild house parties were replaced with formal mixers at the law school fraternities. And her Chucks stayed in her closet, replaced by wedges or heels or ballerina flats that even Jill admitted looked stupid.
That’s where she’d met Paul, after all. The Jill that he’d fallen in love with had her shit together. She was the perfect future wife. She had been smart, and poised, and cute, and stylish, and everything a proper girl from her hometown was raised to be. And she had convinced herself that she had loved it. That it was what she had wanted. But the thing inside her had never gone away. And even after she’d long since donated all her party girl clothes, the Chucks remained.
She’d made excuses for them. There was always an excuse. They were her gym shoes. They were her grocery shopping shoes. They were a keepsake that reminded her of her closest friends from high school. The only thing Jill had been better at than lying to other people had been lying to herself.
They’d been living together for 3 years by the time the first incident happened. She’d been at the grocery store, which meant she’d allowed herself to wear the sneakers. She wasn’t even dressed sexy. Just the shoes, the same leggings she was currently wearing, and an oversized pink sweatshirt. But the beast inside her had begun to gnaw. And when she got home, Paul had kissed her. It wasn’t even a remarkable kiss. He had just held it a second longer than usual. That was normally his cue that he was interested in sex, which they didn’t have often, only when his busy schedule allowed. That beast inside her had roared in that moment, and she had excused herself quickly. She had said something about her stomach hurting, some excuse to keep Paul from asking questions.
In the bathroom she had plunged her hand down her pants. Years of self control had finally snapped. She had stared at her Chucks as she fingered herself. The sight of their worn rubber driving her wilder than every time Paul had ever gone down on her combined. She remembered how frantically she had yanked the laces of her right shoe free and kicked it off. Her face burned with shame remembering the way she’d grabbed it and shoved it against her face. In her heart she’d always known, but finally fulfilling the fantasy she’d had was overwhelming. She’d lost track of the number of times she’d come. She took the other shoe off and washed her hands and face in the sink before collecting herself and walking back out.
That night in bed she had cried. At the time she’d thought it had been out of shame or disgust, but now Jill understood it had been fear. Fear that she had gone too far down the path of the perfect, proper wife, and the quiet, conservative daughter, and that she’d never feel the way she wanted to feel again.
Another tear leaked down Jill’s face at the airport and she wiped it as well. The rest of the story was too painful to reminisce about right now. The year of sad, unfulfilling sex. The fake smiles in the engagement photos. The brunches with Brittany, who had never worn her Converse again after the talent show, and who was everything Jill felt like she wasn’t. Finally, the first conversation with Paul. A casual request to wear her shoes to bed. The look of confusion and disgust on his face, even when he’d agreed. The look on his face a month later when she’d asked if he would touch them. The sound of his voice asking if she was “one of those weirdos.”
She hadn’t wanted to admit to her parents why she had gone back to stay with them for a few weeks, but Paul told them. He told everybody, apparently. That’s how gossip worked in a town like that. Their disappointment hadn’t come with the same level of disgust as Paul’s, but Jill could still feel the sadness in their voices when they asked if she was sure she and Paul couldn’t get back together. Their embarrassment when they told their friends Jill was moving away to the big city.
Jill shook herself again, forcing herself back to the present. This was where she belonged, she told herself again. Here she could find community. Here she could be herself - her true self. And maybe here she could find a life that makes her actually happy. Jill straightened herself up. “Chin up.” she said to herself, “be proud. This is who you are.”
She was one Uber ride away from her new life. Waiting for her was a new job, and an apartment she’d never seen in-person in a neighborhood she didn’t know, but it was the neighborhood where she belonged.
A gray sedan pulled up in front of her and the driver waved. Checking her phone, Jill confirmed the license plate and waved back. She began dragging her luggage over and the driver jumped out.
“Hey, you Jill?” He asked cheerfully. Jill felt a flutter in her heart. He was hot. Tall, athletic, with blue eyes and very sexy dirty blonde hair that looked effortlessly messy but probably required a lot of product. He was wearing a black t-shirt from a rock band Jill didn’t know, faded jeans, and a pair of well worn hightop black Vans.
“Uh, yeah,” Jill confirmed, “sorry about all the luggage, will it fit?”
“Psshh, no problem,” the driver laughed. “This old girl has fit way more than this.” He popped the trunk and lifted her heaviest suitcase with ease. “Hop in, I got these.”
Jill complied, climbing into the back seat, feeling relief that she didn’t need to lug the bags around any farther. The driver hopped back in the front seat and quickly put the car in drive, pulling out into the bustling traffic.
“So, what brings you to town?” He asked brightly, turning down the rock radio station and looking at Jill in the rear view.
“Um,” Jill had the morbid thought of sharing her whole traumatizing backstory, but shook it off. “Moving here, actually. I have an apartment.”
“Oh nice! Welcome! I’m Lex, by the way” The driver said cheerfully. “You been to the city before?” he asked casually.
“No, actually,” Jill admitted. “New job. Needed to get away from my hometown and my ex, you know…” she trailed off.
“Oof, sorry to hear that.” Lex said with a small shake of his head. “I think you’re gonna like it here.” He looked at his nav system and zoomed the map out for a moment. “Looks like you’re heading to 65th and Taylor,” he noted. “That’s where you’re moving?” He asked with a smile, but there was a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Right around there, yeah.” Jill said. She felt herself shrink with embarrassment, but also didn’t really want to give her new home address to the first stranger she met.
“It’s quite the neighborhood,” Lex replied, watching Jill closely in the rear view mirror.
“I…” Jill paused, thinking of how to phrase it, “Yeah I actually chose it because of the neighborhood.” She said, with an air of defiance. She’d had enough judgement from her former friends and neighbors, she wasn’t going to take it from this big city uber driver. To her surprise he let out a laugh of relief.
“Oh good! Sorry, I live in that neighborhood and if somebody moved there without knowing it,” Lex grimaced, “they might have a bad time. You said this is your first time in the city and I was worried. Nice Chucks, by the way.” He flashed a charming smile in the rear view and Jill felt her heart flutter and her cheeks flush.
“Thanks,” Jill said, swelling with pride.
“So if you’re brand new to town, how would you like a little orientation?” Lex offered. “I make this drive enough and I’ve lived in the neighborhood a while, care for a tour guide?”
“I’d love it!” Jill replied, smiling. “I know nothing about this place.”
“Well the rest of the city is just big city, you know.” Lex explained. “Sure the parks are nice and the museums are beautiful, but downtown is whatever. Home sweet home is 6 square blocks a mile north of monument square.” It sounded like a well rehearsed spiel he’d given before. “Back around the turn of the century there used to be a big rubber factory around there that started making soles for shoes and boots. So the area around it filled up with cobbler shops and shoe stores. The plant closed in the 50s and was briefly the home to one of the Nike regional offices in the 80s, but they tore the whole thing down and built apartments. Still, the area attracted certain like-minded folks like myself and, if I may be so bold, like you. The city officially calls the whole area ‘North Montgomery’ after one of the major streets, but to everyone in it our neighborhood is Sneakerville.”
“So it’s an entire neighborhood of people who… like… sneakers?” Jill asked cautiously. It was what she had heard about that area. It’s what she had dreamed of. Still, she was afraid it was too good to be true.
“‘Like’ is one way to put it. ‘Love’ is another. ‘Have a deep, sexual fetish for’ is my personal favorite, but I get why you might not say that in polite company.” Lex joked, matter-of-factly. Jill gaped. She’d never heard another person come out and say it so clearly.
“Oh listen,” Lex scoffed, seeing her shocked reaction, “a lot of folks from your hometown might be freaked out about it but in our neighborhood we’re not shy. You’ll see. Trust me, you’re gonna enjoy it here.”
As Jill watched out the window they passed a few neighborhoods that were recognizable: Little Italy, Chinatown, Little Havana, but then Lex pulled off the highway exit and into a quieter set of cute, seemingly normal city blocks.
“Now this area next to the highway is Bootstown, which most people just call Boots. Yeah, it’s exactly what it sounds like.” Lex explained as Jill saw two women in skirts and Doc Martens step out of an apartment building. “They’re cool, we have a lot of overlap actually. The line between the neighborhoods is a little fuzzy sometimes. But here we are! Home sweet home.” They crossed a busy intersection and immediately Jill noticed the difference.
On the corner was an anxious businessman shouting at someone on his phone. He had a briefcase in his hand and was wearing a full suit and tie with a pair of bright red Jordan sneakers. Next to him were two college-age girls, one in Adidas Sambas and one in Stan Smiths, each holding a shopping bag with the Adidas logo on it.
“Now on your left you’ll see the bar where my band plays,” Lex pointed. Jill looked and saw a light up sign for a bar called Lace-Ups. “There are a lot of bars in the neighborhood, and each one caters to a different audience.” Lex explained. “Over on the right is The Court, they’re a basketball shoe bar.” A sign showed a basketball hoop and the word Court in jersey font. “The Jordan sneakerheads pack that place every night. Gotta have basketball shoes to get in. Even Chucks get a funny look there, because I guess they don’t know their history.” Lex added with mock annoyance.
“What does Lace Up’s specialize in?” Jill asked, curiously. She was already in awe of what she’d seen and they’d barely crossed the street.
“Eh, a bit of a catch all honestly.” Lex shrugged. “More of a rock bar than a Club if you know what I mean. Lots of Vans and Chucks but anybody can go there.”
Jill gaped out the window at everything she was seeing. Practically every storefront had something to do with sneakers. There were boutique shoe stores everywhere, their windows full of the latest models. Some specialized in running shoes and advertised Asics, Brooks, and Nikes. Others looked like quiet mom-and-pop shops full of Keds, Sperrys, and other comfortable style brands. But even the other stores found a way to mention sneakers. A lingerie/sex shop caught Jill’s eye and made her gasp. The mannequins in the windows were wearing lacy bras and panties and matching sneakers. One mannequin had a strapon that held a hightop Nike Dunk in place of a dildo and several mannequin heads in the window showcased gags that would hold a shoe tight to the wearer’s face, or the toe in their mouth.
“Getting it now?” Lex asked with a wry smile, seeing Jill staring at the storefront.
“I just… didn’t realize…” Jill stuttered. She saw a sexy young couple walking hand in hand past the storefront, the woman in Keds and a flowy skirt and the boy in a polo with salmon shorts and Nike Blazers. The couple paused to look inside and the woman excitedly pointed out the strapon. The man also looked excited by it but Lex drove on before Jill could see the outcome. Seeing a couple that open about their sneaker love triggered a pang of jealousy in Jill, but also a stirring between her legs.
“Yeah, it gets a lot of people on their first time here.” Lex added. “How about this, let me drive you around whole neighborhood before I drop you off. I can point out the good places to eat. “
“Honestly what you’ve seen so far has been pretty tame.” Lex explained as he turned the corner. “Things get a lot more explicit around here as you get deeper in.”
“Is my apartment…” Jill began to ask.
“Right in the middle? Yup.” Lex answered with a laugh. “Don’t worry, everybody is very cool. I live on the next block over. See, there you go.” He added pointing out the passenger side.
Jill leaned over to peek out the window. There was a woman jogging on the sidewalk, wearing brightly colored shorts and a running tanktop and pink and orange Nike running shoes. However, she also had a purple Asics running shoe over her mouth and nose, the laces tied around the back of her head to hold it in place so she’s only breathe in through the sneaker. Jill’s eyes widened.
“Oh this cafe on the other corner is really good. Fantastic coffee, and special service if you’re into that.” Lex added. Jill whipped her head around.
Two women sat at one of the tables outside in the sun, chatting animatedly. One wore light colored jeans and white Keds, the other in a knee length floral skirt and only one white hightop Chuck Taylor. The woman in Keds sipped her coffee from a mug while the waiter, wearing all black Air Force Ones, poured the other woman’s coffee into the pristine white Chuck she was holding up for him. Some of the coffee poured out of the lace holes but neither he nor the customer reacted. The woman thanked him with a wide smile and turned back to her friend, before casually tipping the shoe up and sipping the brown coffee that was beginning to soak the entire shoe.
The neighborhood was perfect, even without the sneaker element, Jill thought to herself. Every corner had a cafe or a cute brunch spot. Bars dotted every block. A convenient grocery store stood just around the corner from her new apartment. Everything was walkable, and a bus station down the street could take her wherever in the city she needed to go. Lex was extremely helpful, pointing out things like ATMs, Insurance brokers, and a handyman shop that she might need as she moves in.
When Lex finally pulled over and parked, it was right in front of a shoe store that specialized in women’s sneakers.
“We’re here!” he said cheerfully. “Welcome home!”
“Oh, I’m above the shoe store?” Jill asked, checking the address again.
“I mean, there’s about a 50/50 chance that any apartment in this area is above a shoe store, to be fair.” Lex laughed. “Let me help you unload.”
“God, you must have brought a lot of shoes,” Lex groaned as he lifted the heavy suitcase out of the trunk and set it on the sidewalk.
“Actually, no,” Jill said sheepishly. “It’s a lot of books and stuff, but these are actually the only sneakers I own.”
Lex’s eyes widened.
“No no no, that can’t be. Hold on, we’re going in here.” Lex cried, taking Jill by the hand. His hand was big and strong, but soft. Jill didn’t want to protest. He led her inside.
“Laura, this young lady is moving upstairs and this is her only pair of sneaks.” He called as soon as he was inside the door.
An older woman, maybe in her late 50s, wearing a vintage 1950s housewife dress with a white apron and white leather Keds came bustling out of the back room.
“Lex! You don’t come in here for months and this is how you say hello?” the woman replied in a thick east coast accent. She opened her arms and Lex gave her a big hug.
“Jill, this is Laura, she’s the owner. She’s got the best selection of ladies shoes in town.” Lex explained. Jill gave Laura a sheepish smile.
“Jill! You’re the new tenant. Welcome to the building!” Laura said warmly. “I’m also the landlady. You say these are your only shoes? That can’t be! What can we get for you?” She gestured to the racks of sneakers in every brand and color.
“I don’t even know where to begin…” Jill started, looking around.
“Well first question, do you want new or old?” Laura asked. Jill gave her a puzzled look.
“Oh sweetie, we don’t just sell new shoes here.” Laura explained with a laugh. She gestured to a section near the back. “Half my customers come in here looking for old, beat up stinky sneakers. Whatever they’re into. But based on your reaction I’m thinking you want new.” She continued, seeing the look on Jill’s face.
“Yeah, I think I need brand new.” Jill nodded. “Honestly, I haven’t bought a real pair of sneakers since these in the 9th grade.” She gestured to her Chucks. “A few gym shoes here and there for running but that’s it.”
“Well if you’re ever looking to sell, a 15 year old pair of Converse like that will fetch a pretty penny around here.” Laura added, beaming. “I’d be happy to take them off your hands.”
“Oh, um, no thank you, these are special.” Jill said, feeling protective. “Maybe a new pair of Chucks though?”
“If that’s all you’ve ever worn, that’s a good place to start!” Lex said excitedly. “Any other brands catch your eye?”
Jill looked around. The Keds and the Vans also tickled the part of her brain she’d worked so hard to keep quiet.
“Laura, throw a pair of checkerboard Vans slipons in there for her. On me.” Lex said, seeing the way Jill was looking at the pairs.
“Oh you don’t have to, really” Jill replied, feeling embarrassed.
“Naaah, my treat. Call them a housewarming gift.” Lex smiled.
“Already done!” Laura said, bustling to the counter with the Vans box in hand. “Alright, now what kind of Chucks are you looking for today? Another pair of black highs, or are you thinking of branching out?” She asked.
Jill had to think about it for a minute, looking at the wall of every imaginable style and color.
“I think something new, but I don’t know where to begin.” Jill replied.
“How about a nice pair of white lowtops,” Laura suggested, reaching for the white sample sneaker. “Simple, clean, but can go a lot of different ways. A lot of ladies wear these to their offices and still look business casual.” Laura was the consummate professional, and Jill realized just how extensive her knowledge of sneakers must be.
“Perfect.” Jill said. “Size 7 please.”
“Want to wear them out of the store?” Laura suggested.
“Yes.” Jill said confidently. These shoes represented her new life. It was time to start.
Jill delicately unlaced her old black pair and slid her feet into the white lows. She saw herself in the mirror as she tied the fluffy white laces. Her stomach fluttered. It was the same feeling she’d had in 9th grade but this time she recognized it. This time she embraced it. She felt sexy. She felt cool. She felt confident. She felt like who she was supposed to be.
“They’re amazing!” Jill sighed. Laura and Lex shared a knowing nod.
“Lex, be a dear and go grab her bags while I ring her up and take her upstairs.” Laura suggested. Lex complied happily, giving Jill one last look before he walked outside. Jill gave Laura her credit card and tucked the box with her new Vans and the Converse box that now held her old hightops under her arm.
The apartment upstairs was nice, but nothing special. A single bedroom, a small kitchen, and a living room. The front windows looked out over the street below, and Jill watched a group of cyclists ride by wearing spandex racing uniforms, but obviously non-cycling sneakers. A man on the corner in khakis and a dress shirt chatted on the phone wearing a pair of red women’s Keds.
“I’ll let you get settled, but my cell phone number is on the kitchen counter, and I’m always down in the shop if you need anything.” Laura said, giving Jill a soft touch on the back. Tears threatened to rise in Jill’s eyes again.
“You’re okay, sweetie. We love you here.” Laura said, giving her a motherly hug. Jill nodded silently.
The tender moment was broken by the clatter of Lex dragging the suitcases through the front door.
“Where do you want these?” Lex asked cheerfully.
“Those two can stay in here, and I’ll take the big one to the bedroom.” Jill said, setting her shoeboxes on the coffee table and taking the suitcase to the other room. She sighed looking at the small bedroom, a far cry from the big house she had lived in before.
When she returned to the living room, Laura had left, but Lex was still there. Jill froze in the doorway. The shoeboxes were open on the coffee table and Lex was holding one of her old black Chucks. He was looking at it curiously, turning it over in his hand, running his hands over the soft worn canvas and smooth rubber. He raised the opening to his face and took a quick, investigative sniff. He seemed pleased by the result, but quickly noticed Jill in the doorway.
“Oh, hey, sorry about that.” He said, but Jill was surprised by how embarrassed he wasn’t. If she had been caught doing something like that she’d have been mortified. Instead Lex was totally casual, like he had been caught picking his nose.
“These Chucks are cute as hell, and I just had to give them a whiff before I left.” He explained, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Probably should have explained that that’s not unusual around here. I forgot you’re not used to all this.” He said, looking genuinely apologetic this time.
“I…” Jill gulped. Her gut reaction had been anger, but Lex was very attractive, and seeing her Chucks in his hands had awoken her beast again and she felt her panties dampen.
“Do they smell… good?” She asked, approaching him. Lex gave her a sly look and held the other shoe out.
“Try them for yourself.” He suggested. Jill took the shoe and tried to keep eye contact with him as she raised it to her face. The scent was intoxicating. The feel of the rubber in her hands melted away whatever inhibitions remained.
Moments later, Jill and Lex were bursting back through her bedroom door, tearing off clothing while they kissed furiously. Lex tossed the black Chuck and the Vans box aside before tipping Jill onto her back on the bed. Their shirtless bodies pressed together as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Jill clutched her sneaker and rubbed the sole across Lex’s chest. She could feel his hardness through his jeans as their pelvises ground together. His hands gripped her thighs and searched her body.
Lex broke the kiss and pulled away, smiling mischievously. He slid his fingers into the waistband of Jill’s leggings and panties and dragged them down over her hips. He deftly yanked them off her legs over her brand new white Chucks and white tube socks. He grabbed her ankles and looked at her shoes lovingly.
“I bet you’ve never had anybody really worship your sneakers the way they deserve, have you?” He asked. Jill bit her lip and shook her head. “Well let me fix that then.” Lex replied softly before beginning to kiss the new lowtops on her feet. His tongue traced the red stripes along the sides and nibbled the laces. Jill let out a desperate moan at the sight.
“Hmm, looks like you enjoy this,” Lex said slyly. He ran his tongue all the way up the sole of the shoe from heel to toe, wrapping his lips around the toe as he got to the top and sucking on it like an ice cream cone. Jill’s hand flew to her crotch and her fingers began to work her labia and clit rapidly. She had never seen anything so sexy. With one hand, Lex guided her other foot down to his crotch and began to grind his hard dick into the sole through his jeans. Lex kept his eyes locked on Jill’s, never stopping his oral worship of her shoe until Jill shook and cried and clamped her legs back together as she came harder than she had in years.
“I guess we found one of your kinks,” Lex chuckled, “I wonder what other kind of stuff you’re into.” He reached down and snatched up Jill’s old black hightops. Jill’s chest was still heaving as she recovered from the first orgasm. Lex deftly popped the button on his jeans and opened his fly, dropping his pants around his knees. The cock that sprang out was thick, long, and rock hard.
“I wonder how you’d feel if I did something like this,” He told her with a playful gleam in his eye. He pressed the worn old soles of the shoes against the shaft of his dick and began to rub it. Jill’s mouth watered at the sight. The soles bent against the hardness of his cock and his precum shone on the brown rubber.
“Oooh, these feel wonderful,” Lex sighed, flipping one shoe over to rub his dick onto the canvas and laces.
“What do you think, you like watching this?” Lex asked seductively as he slowly pumped his cock between the two shoes sandwiched together. Jill bit her lip and nodded. Her favorite shoes, probably her favorite things she owned, were being used as filthy playthings and she desperately needed more.
“I don’t know about you, but I think these shoes need a good fucking. Do you agree?” Lex asked. He opened up the tongue of the left shoe and held the opening near the tip of his dick. Jill nodded fast, eyes wide with eager anticipation.
“No no, I need you to say it. Admit it to the world. Tell me what you want me to do right now.” Lex commanded, urging her on like a supportive coach. Jill bit her lip harder and took a few deep breaths.
“I want you to fuck my filthy little Chucks.” The words burst from her throat. For maybe the first time in her life, her heart was in full control rather than her head, and her heart wanted nothing more than to see here dirty old sneakers get fully degraded.
“That’s more like it!” Lex cheered, and thrust his shaft deep into the opening of the left shoe. He groaned and his eyes closed as he felt the softness of the still-sweaty sneaker envelop him. He took just a moment to carefully cup his balls into the heel of the shoe before gripping the sole tightly and beginning to thrust.
Jill was in awe of the sight. She sat up on the edge of the bed so that she could watch closer. Lex looked like a porn star, abs glistening, furiously pistoning his cock deep into the toe of the shoe. He even brought the other shoe up to his face and pressed it over his mouth and nose, groaning with pleasure as he did it.
“God, yes, fuck my sneakers” Jill moaned as she watched.
Lex didn’t even jump when he felt Jill’s hands reach out and take hold of the sneaker on his manhood, her fingers wrapping around his girth inside the shoe. He released his own hold and let her begin pumping away. She was eye level with the Chuck and licked her lips. Leaning forward she began licking up the sides of the sneaker. She’d never fully tasted the rubber before. It was intoxicating. She lapped at the sole and sucked on the toe, trying to give Lex a blowjob through the rubber. She could feel his cock pulsing through the worn fabric.
“You should try your new ones.” Lex suggested quietly, not wanting to interrupt her flow.
Jill kept a firm hold of the Chuck on his dick but groped behind her until she found the Vans box. Grabbing the shoes inside, she flung the cardboard aside. She admired the sparklingly clean checkerboard slipon for a moment before shoving her nose inside.
The scent was different, but wonderful, like finding a new flavor of ice cream after eating nothing but chocolate your whole life.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Lex muttered quietly. Jill looked up at him with a smile. Pulling the old black All Star off his dick she replaced it with the new Van and pumped away.
“Shit, this is so good, but I need to be inside you.” Lex finally said, his voice dripping with desperation and hunger. Stepping forward he pushed Jill back onto the bed, tossed the Van beside her, and dove on top of her. Their mouths met once again and they kissed furiously. Jill’s feet in her new white Chucks wrapped around his back. With one smooth motion, he entered her. His cock plunged to the hilt and filled her entirely. Jill let out a loud, long moan of pleasure.
“God, yes, fuck me.” She begged. She was back in that frat bathroom again. Her sex with Paul had been sweet, almost polite. This was different. She was a sexual animal. Her urges were primal. She needed to be ravaged.
Lex wasted no time. He pounded her tight cunt, his long, thick member ramming against her most sensitive spots. The bed creaked, her feet waved in the air, her whole body shook as he thrust away over and over and over.
Reaching around, Jill felt a pair of sneakers on the bed and grabbed them. They were the old Chucks. She held them to her chest, feeling the rubber against her sensitive nipples. A cry escaped her lips as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt the climax of a lifetime approaching.
Her scream was cut short, however, as Lex grabbed one of the Vans and shoved the toe into her mouth. Jill’s eyes bulged and she bit down hard. She felt the spit soaking into the canvas and tasted the rubber on her tongue. Lex held the shoe there with one hand while he flipped one of her legs over his shoulder and plowed into her pussy even harder and faster.
Tears of joy rolled down Jill’s cheeks and her cries and moans of pleasure were muffled by the toe of the shoe being forced into her mouth. She felt completely used, completely at the mercy of Lex, but even more at the mercy of her own sneakers. And for the first time she felt completely content with that. It felt right. Any inhibition she still had in that moment snapped as eyes rolled back and she began to shake. She came over and over and over again, or maybe it was just one long continuous one. She lost herself in the ecstasy of flesh, rubber, and canvas.
“Hnnnng your pussy is too good, I’m gonna cum,” Lex groaned. The feeling of him pulling out was like jumping into an ice bath, snapping Jill out of the state she’d been in. She began to sit up, ready to accept his load in her mouth, on her face, on her tits, or wherever else he wanted it. Instead, Lex grabbed one of the black hightops off her chest and thrust his dick back inside.
Jill’s jaw dropped as she watched her favorite sneaker slide onto the dripping, throbbing cock and she was frozen in shock as Lex clenched and buckled. She could see his balls tightening as blast after blast of thick cum jetted deep into the toe of her old sneaker. He was still shooting when he pulled the shoe off and swapped it with the other, but not before a heavy rope splatted across the laces of both shoes. He finished pumping into the second shoe with a strangled moan and sank onto the bed.
Jill stared at the shoes in disbelief. Her favorite Chucks, the symbol of her deepest secret for 15 years. She thought of all the memories she had in those shoes, all the time with her friends, all the dates, all the shopping trips. And now they were defiled, full of cum. Every memory of the shoes now came with the imagined feeling of jizz soaking into her socks, seeping between her toes, and dripping down the laces.
And it was the hottest thing Jill had ever seen.
A short time later, Lex had gotten dressed again, and Jill had at least put on a shirt. She also slipped on the new Vans. Her legs were still a little weak and she was going to be a little sore, but she stood and followed him to the door.
“Hey that was incredible,” Lex said, turning to her as he reached the door, “you’re a natural at this.”
“I had a good teacher, I guess,” Jill replied with a wink. “For real, any time you want a repeat, you know where I live.”
“Hah, true. How’s that for a housewarming gift?” Lex laughed. “But seriously, I’m really glad you’re here. You’re gonna really love it. We just scratched the surface today. You’re gonna get to try all sorts of stuff with all sorts of different people. Keep an open mind and keep following your gut. You’re gonna have an amazing time.” He paused. “But also if at any point you want to maybe grab a drink or something?” he smiled.
“Oh absolutely,” Jill said, putting her arms around his neck and planting one lass kiss on his lips.
As she watched him walk down the stairs, she thought about what he had said and he was right. She really was going to love it here.
About this story: “Sneakerville” is a fictional neighborhood in an unspecified big city, along the line of boystown, Chinatown, or Little Italy, where sneaker fetishists live and work together as a community. In this little slice of heaven, having a sneaker kink is totally normal and accepted, and many people engage with their kinks openly and publicly. Our main character, Jill, moves to the neighborhood after her old life falls apart and she finally embraces her fetish. The story includes themes of exhibitionism, a little freeuse, and all kinds of different sexy sneaker fun! This chapter includes a lot of exposition, but I’m hoping to keep using this setting for more stories to come!
Her New Home: Chapter 1
A single tear rolled down Jill’s cheek as she stood on the sidewalk surrounded by as many of her worldly possessions she could fit into three suitcases. She sniffed and shook her head, wiping the tear away. It was time to be strong.
She looked down at her trusty black Converse on her feet and flexed her toes a little. These shoes that had been through so much with her, but were also the cause of so much of her recent pain. She checked her phone and saw that the Uber was a few minutes away. The bustle of the airport pickup lane died away as she looked back at her shoes and reminisced.
It had been in 9th grade when her Chucks had first entered her life. She and 3 of her friends had done a dance for the talent show and needed matching outfits. It had been Brittany who had suggested they buy Converse. Perfect Brittany, now married to her high school sweetheart, with one child and another on the way. Brittany who wouldn’t speak to Jill anymore, not after word got around. Blair had been the edgy one, the first to get piercings, now with who knows how many tattoos. She was still around their hometown, jumping between boyfriends every few months, smoking a pack a day. Hannah had been the flirty one, the one who choreographed the dance routine to be just a little too sexy for a group of freshman girls. She had moved away before Junior year and Jill hadn’t heard from her since.
But it was Jill who was supposed to be the high achiever. She was the one who had gotten perfect grades. She had gone to a good school, out of state, and gotten a fancy degree. She had returned home with a hot, rich, lawyer boyfriend. She’d been the talk of the town. Everyone had loved her and couldn’t wait to see her become a pillar of the community. Her boyfriend had even bought a house in town.
Looking back, they might have loved him even more than her. She was sure they’d have all heard by now why she was gone. Why he had called off the engagement and asked her to move out. Jill snorted with sarcastic laughter. He hadn’t moved though. He was more than happy to remain the golden boy of the small community, now with a tragic backstory to make them all fawn over him.
Jill caught her reflection in the sliding glass door of the airport. She pondered her appearance for a moment. Her long brown hair was wavy and swept in the wind despite the blue headband that held it back. She pulled her scarf up a little more and zipped up her stylish leather jacket. Her long, slender legs shivered in the thin black leggings she wore, but her feet were warm in her white tube socks and her tightly laced black hightop Chucks. She thought back to the first time she’d tried them on in the store. She was 30 years old now, but she remembered her 15 year old self lacing them up for the first time like it was yesterday. She remembered the feeling she got when she looked at herself in the mirror. It was confidence she’d never felt before. It was comfort. It was also something else. Something she couldn’t explain at the time, and would take her years to finally understand.
She hadn’t even worn them much that first year she got them. She knew she liked the way they made her feel, but even back then something about them felt forbidden. Still, whenever she put them on it just felt right. She felt like herself in a way that nothing else did. She had been wearing them at the house party when she had her first drink, and when she’d had her first kiss. The homecoming football game senior year when they’d won the championship. They’d been her good luck charms during her hardest exams.
It wasn’t until college that she’d started to recognize that feeling. A wild frat party, a short miniskirt, and a frat boy too drunk and horny to wait for her to unlace a pair of hightops. The sex was, by any measure, sloppy and bad, but something about how Jill had felt seeing them on her feet while bent over the sink in the bathroom had awakened something she couldn’t put back to sleep.
She had tried, of course. There had been a few more drunken frat parties and sloppy shoes-on bathroom sex, but as this thing grew and took shape she had done everything she could to suppress it. Her going-out clothes became nicer. Sparkly dresses replaced the trashy miniskirts. The drunken wild house parties were replaced with formal mixers at the law school fraternities. And her Chucks stayed in her closet, replaced by wedges or heels or ballerina flats that even Jill admitted looked stupid.
That’s where she’d met Paul, after all. The Jill that he’d fallen in love with had her shit together. She was the perfect future wife. She had been smart, and poised, and cute, and stylish, and everything a proper girl from her hometown was raised to be. And she had convinced herself that she had loved it. That it was what she had wanted. But the thing inside her had never gone away. And even after she’d long since donated all her party girl clothes, the Chucks remained.
She’d made excuses for them. There was always an excuse. They were her gym shoes. They were her grocery shopping shoes. They were a keepsake that reminded her of her closest friends from high school. The only thing Jill had been better at than lying to other people had been lying to herself.
They’d been living together for 3 years by the time the first incident happened. She’d been at the grocery store, which meant she’d allowed herself to wear the sneakers. She wasn’t even dressed sexy. Just the shoes, the same leggings she was currently wearing, and an oversized pink sweatshirt. But the beast inside her had begun to gnaw. And when she got home, Paul had kissed her. It wasn’t even a remarkable kiss. He had just held it a second longer than usual. That was normally his cue that he was interested in sex, which they didn’t have often, only when his busy schedule allowed. That beast inside her had roared in that moment, and she had excused herself quickly. She had said something about her stomach hurting, some excuse to keep Paul from asking questions.
In the bathroom she had plunged her hand down her pants. Years of self control had finally snapped. She had stared at her Chucks as she fingered herself. The sight of their worn rubber driving her wilder than every time Paul had ever gone down on her combined. She remembered how frantically she had yanked the laces of her right shoe free and kicked it off. Her face burned with shame remembering the way she’d grabbed it and shoved it against her face. In her heart she’d always known, but finally fulfilling the fantasy she’d had was overwhelming. She’d lost track of the number of times she’d come. She took the other shoe off and washed her hands and face in the sink before collecting herself and walking back out.
That night in bed she had cried. At the time she’d thought it had been out of shame or disgust, but now Jill understood it had been fear. Fear that she had gone too far down the path of the perfect, proper wife, and the quiet, conservative daughter, and that she’d never feel the way she wanted to feel again.
Another tear leaked down Jill’s face at the airport and she wiped it as well. The rest of the story was too painful to reminisce about right now. The year of sad, unfulfilling sex. The fake smiles in the engagement photos. The brunches with Brittany, who had never worn her Converse again after the talent show, and who was everything Jill felt like she wasn’t. Finally, the first conversation with Paul. A casual request to wear her shoes to bed. The look of confusion and disgust on his face, even when he’d agreed. The look on his face a month later when she’d asked if he would touch them. The sound of his voice asking if she was “one of those weirdos.”
She hadn’t wanted to admit to her parents why she had gone back to stay with them for a few weeks, but Paul told them. He told everybody, apparently. That’s how gossip worked in a town like that. Their disappointment hadn’t come with the same level of disgust as Paul’s, but Jill could still feel the sadness in their voices when they asked if she was sure she and Paul couldn’t get back together. Their embarrassment when they told their friends Jill was moving away to the big city.
Jill shook herself again, forcing herself back to the present. This was where she belonged, she told herself again. Here she could find community. Here she could be herself - her true self. And maybe here she could find a life that makes her actually happy. Jill straightened herself up. “Chin up.” she said to herself, “be proud. This is who you are.”
She was one Uber ride away from her new life. Waiting for her was a new job, and an apartment she’d never seen in-person in a neighborhood she didn’t know, but it was the neighborhood where she belonged.
A gray sedan pulled up in front of her and the driver waved. Checking her phone, Jill confirmed the license plate and waved back. She began dragging her luggage over and the driver jumped out.
“Hey, you Jill?” He asked cheerfully. Jill felt a flutter in her heart. He was hot. Tall, athletic, with blue eyes and very sexy dirty blonde hair that looked effortlessly messy but probably required a lot of product. He was wearing a black t-shirt from a rock band Jill didn’t know, faded jeans, and a pair of well worn hightop black Vans.
“Uh, yeah,” Jill confirmed, “sorry about all the luggage, will it fit?”
“Psshh, no problem,” the driver laughed. “This old girl has fit way more than this.” He popped the trunk and lifted her heaviest suitcase with ease. “Hop in, I got these.”
Jill complied, climbing into the back seat, feeling relief that she didn’t need to lug the bags around any farther. The driver hopped back in the front seat and quickly put the car in drive, pulling out into the bustling traffic.
“So, what brings you to town?” He asked brightly, turning down the rock radio station and looking at Jill in the rear view.
“Um,” Jill had the morbid thought of sharing her whole traumatizing backstory, but shook it off. “Moving here, actually. I have an apartment.”
“Oh nice! Welcome! I’m Lex, by the way” The driver said cheerfully. “You been to the city before?” he asked casually.
“No, actually,” Jill admitted. “New job. Needed to get away from my hometown and my ex, you know…” she trailed off.
“Oof, sorry to hear that.” Lex said with a small shake of his head. “I think you’re gonna like it here.” He looked at his nav system and zoomed the map out for a moment. “Looks like you’re heading to 65th and Taylor,” he noted. “That’s where you’re moving?” He asked with a smile, but there was a hint of suspicion in his voice.
“Right around there, yeah.” Jill said. She felt herself shrink with embarrassment, but also didn’t really want to give her new home address to the first stranger she met.
“It’s quite the neighborhood,” Lex replied, watching Jill closely in the rear view mirror.
“I…” Jill paused, thinking of how to phrase it, “Yeah I actually chose it because of the neighborhood.” She said, with an air of defiance. She’d had enough judgement from her former friends and neighbors, she wasn’t going to take it from this big city uber driver. To her surprise he let out a laugh of relief.
“Oh good! Sorry, I live in that neighborhood and if somebody moved there without knowing it,” Lex grimaced, “they might have a bad time. You said this is your first time in the city and I was worried. Nice Chucks, by the way.” He flashed a charming smile in the rear view and Jill felt her heart flutter and her cheeks flush.
“Thanks,” Jill said, swelling with pride.
“So if you’re brand new to town, how would you like a little orientation?” Lex offered. “I make this drive enough and I’ve lived in the neighborhood a while, care for a tour guide?”
“I’d love it!” Jill replied, smiling. “I know nothing about this place.”
“Well the rest of the city is just big city, you know.” Lex explained. “Sure the parks are nice and the museums are beautiful, but downtown is whatever. Home sweet home is 6 square blocks a mile north of monument square.” It sounded like a well rehearsed spiel he’d given before. “Back around the turn of the century there used to be a big rubber factory around there that started making soles for shoes and boots. So the area around it filled up with cobbler shops and shoe stores. The plant closed in the 50s and was briefly the home to one of the Nike regional offices in the 80s, but they tore the whole thing down and built apartments. Still, the area attracted certain like-minded folks like myself and, if I may be so bold, like you. The city officially calls the whole area ‘North Montgomery’ after one of the major streets, but to everyone in it our neighborhood is Sneakerville.”
“So it’s an entire neighborhood of people who… like… sneakers?” Jill asked cautiously. It was what she had heard about that area. It’s what she had dreamed of. Still, she was afraid it was too good to be true.
“‘Like’ is one way to put it. ‘Love’ is another. ‘Have a deep, sexual fetish for’ is my personal favorite, but I get why you might not say that in polite company.” Lex joked, matter-of-factly. Jill gaped. She’d never heard another person come out and say it so clearly.
“Oh listen,” Lex scoffed, seeing her shocked reaction, “a lot of folks from your hometown might be freaked out about it but in our neighborhood we’re not shy. You’ll see. Trust me, you’re gonna enjoy it here.”
As Jill watched out the window they passed a few neighborhoods that were recognizable: Little Italy, Chinatown, Little Havana, but then Lex pulled off the highway exit and into a quieter set of cute, seemingly normal city blocks.
“Now this area next to the highway is Bootstown, which most people just call Boots. Yeah, it’s exactly what it sounds like.” Lex explained as Jill saw two women in skirts and Doc Martens step out of an apartment building. “They’re cool, we have a lot of overlap actually. The line between the neighborhoods is a little fuzzy sometimes. But here we are! Home sweet home.” They crossed a busy intersection and immediately Jill noticed the difference.
On the corner was an anxious businessman shouting at someone on his phone. He had a briefcase in his hand and was wearing a full suit and tie with a pair of bright red Jordan sneakers. Next to him were two college-age girls, one in Adidas Sambas and one in Stan Smiths, each holding a shopping bag with the Adidas logo on it.
“Now on your left you’ll see the bar where my band plays,” Lex pointed. Jill looked and saw a light up sign for a bar called Lace-Ups. “There are a lot of bars in the neighborhood, and each one caters to a different audience.” Lex explained. “Over on the right is The Court, they’re a basketball shoe bar.” A sign showed a basketball hoop and the word Court in jersey font. “The Jordan sneakerheads pack that place every night. Gotta have basketball shoes to get in. Even Chucks get a funny look there, because I guess they don’t know their history.” Lex added with mock annoyance.
“What does Lace Up’s specialize in?” Jill asked, curiously. She was already in awe of what she’d seen and they’d barely crossed the street.
“Eh, a bit of a catch all honestly.” Lex shrugged. “More of a rock bar than a Club if you know what I mean. Lots of Vans and Chucks but anybody can go there.”
Jill gaped out the window at everything she was seeing. Practically every storefront had something to do with sneakers. There were boutique shoe stores everywhere, their windows full of the latest models. Some specialized in running shoes and advertised Asics, Brooks, and Nikes. Others looked like quiet mom-and-pop shops full of Keds, Sperrys, and other comfortable style brands. But even the other stores found a way to mention sneakers. A lingerie/sex shop caught Jill’s eye and made her gasp. The mannequins in the windows were wearing lacy bras and panties and matching sneakers. One mannequin had a strapon that held a hightop Nike Dunk in place of a dildo and several mannequin heads in the window showcased gags that would hold a shoe tight to the wearer’s face, or the toe in their mouth.
“Getting it now?” Lex asked with a wry smile, seeing Jill staring at the storefront.
“I just… didn’t realize…” Jill stuttered. She saw a sexy young couple walking hand in hand past the storefront, the woman in Keds and a flowy skirt and the boy in a polo with salmon shorts and Nike Blazers. The couple paused to look inside and the woman excitedly pointed out the strapon. The man also looked excited by it but Lex drove on before Jill could see the outcome. Seeing a couple that open about their sneaker love triggered a pang of jealousy in Jill, but also a stirring between her legs.
“Yeah, it gets a lot of people on their first time here.” Lex added. “How about this, let me drive you around whole neighborhood before I drop you off. I can point out the good places to eat. “
“Honestly what you’ve seen so far has been pretty tame.” Lex explained as he turned the corner. “Things get a lot more explicit around here as you get deeper in.”
“Is my apartment…” Jill began to ask.
“Right in the middle? Yup.” Lex answered with a laugh. “Don’t worry, everybody is very cool. I live on the next block over. See, there you go.” He added pointing out the passenger side.
Jill leaned over to peek out the window. There was a woman jogging on the sidewalk, wearing brightly colored shorts and a running tanktop and pink and orange Nike running shoes. However, she also had a purple Asics running shoe over her mouth and nose, the laces tied around the back of her head to hold it in place so she’s only breathe in through the sneaker. Jill’s eyes widened.
“Oh this cafe on the other corner is really good. Fantastic coffee, and special service if you’re into that.” Lex added. Jill whipped her head around.
Two women sat at one of the tables outside in the sun, chatting animatedly. One wore light colored jeans and white Keds, the other in a knee length floral skirt and only one white hightop Chuck Taylor. The woman in Keds sipped her coffee from a mug while the waiter, wearing all black Air Force Ones, poured the other woman’s coffee into the pristine white Chuck she was holding up for him. Some of the coffee poured out of the lace holes but neither he nor the customer reacted. The woman thanked him with a wide smile and turned back to her friend, before casually tipping the shoe up and sipping the brown coffee that was beginning to soak the entire shoe.
The neighborhood was perfect, even without the sneaker element, Jill thought to herself. Every corner had a cafe or a cute brunch spot. Bars dotted every block. A convenient grocery store stood just around the corner from her new apartment. Everything was walkable, and a bus station down the street could take her wherever in the city she needed to go. Lex was extremely helpful, pointing out things like ATMs, Insurance brokers, and a handyman shop that she might need as she moves in.
When Lex finally pulled over and parked, it was right in front of a shoe store that specialized in women’s sneakers.
“We’re here!” he said cheerfully. “Welcome home!”
“Oh, I’m above the shoe store?” Jill asked, checking the address again.
“I mean, there’s about a 50/50 chance that any apartment in this area is above a shoe store, to be fair.” Lex laughed. “Let me help you unload.”
“God, you must have brought a lot of shoes,” Lex groaned as he lifted the heavy suitcase out of the trunk and set it on the sidewalk.
“Actually, no,” Jill said sheepishly. “It’s a lot of books and stuff, but these are actually the only sneakers I own.”
Lex’s eyes widened.
“No no no, that can’t be. Hold on, we’re going in here.” Lex cried, taking Jill by the hand. His hand was big and strong, but soft. Jill didn’t want to protest. He led her inside.
“Laura, this young lady is moving upstairs and this is her only pair of sneaks.” He called as soon as he was inside the door.
An older woman, maybe in her late 50s, wearing a vintage 1950s housewife dress with a white apron and white leather Keds came bustling out of the back room.
“Lex! You don’t come in here for months and this is how you say hello?” the woman replied in a thick east coast accent. She opened her arms and Lex gave her a big hug.
“Jill, this is Laura, she’s the owner. She’s got the best selection of ladies shoes in town.” Lex explained. Jill gave Laura a sheepish smile.
“Jill! You’re the new tenant. Welcome to the building!” Laura said warmly. “I’m also the landlady. You say these are your only shoes? That can’t be! What can we get for you?” She gestured to the racks of sneakers in every brand and color.
“I don’t even know where to begin…” Jill started, looking around.
“Well first question, do you want new or old?” Laura asked. Jill gave her a puzzled look.
“Oh sweetie, we don’t just sell new shoes here.” Laura explained with a laugh. She gestured to a section near the back. “Half my customers come in here looking for old, beat up stinky sneakers. Whatever they’re into. But based on your reaction I’m thinking you want new.” She continued, seeing the look on Jill’s face.
“Yeah, I think I need brand new.” Jill nodded. “Honestly, I haven’t bought a real pair of sneakers since these in the 9th grade.” She gestured to her Chucks. “A few gym shoes here and there for running but that’s it.”
“Well if you’re ever looking to sell, a 15 year old pair of Converse like that will fetch a pretty penny around here.” Laura added, beaming. “I’d be happy to take them off your hands.”
“Oh, um, no thank you, these are special.” Jill said, feeling protective. “Maybe a new pair of Chucks though?”
“If that’s all you’ve ever worn, that’s a good place to start!” Lex said excitedly. “Any other brands catch your eye?”
Jill looked around. The Keds and the Vans also tickled the part of her brain she’d worked so hard to keep quiet.
“Laura, throw a pair of checkerboard Vans slipons in there for her. On me.” Lex said, seeing the way Jill was looking at the pairs.
“Oh you don’t have to, really” Jill replied, feeling embarrassed.
“Naaah, my treat. Call them a housewarming gift.” Lex smiled.
“Already done!” Laura said, bustling to the counter with the Vans box in hand. “Alright, now what kind of Chucks are you looking for today? Another pair of black highs, or are you thinking of branching out?” She asked.
Jill had to think about it for a minute, looking at the wall of every imaginable style and color.
“I think something new, but I don’t know where to begin.” Jill replied.
“How about a nice pair of white lowtops,” Laura suggested, reaching for the white sample sneaker. “Simple, clean, but can go a lot of different ways. A lot of ladies wear these to their offices and still look business casual.” Laura was the consummate professional, and Jill realized just how extensive her knowledge of sneakers must be.
“Perfect.” Jill said. “Size 7 please.”
“Want to wear them out of the store?” Laura suggested.
“Yes.” Jill said confidently. These shoes represented her new life. It was time to start.
Jill delicately unlaced her old black pair and slid her feet into the white lows. She saw herself in the mirror as she tied the fluffy white laces. Her stomach fluttered. It was the same feeling she’d had in 9th grade but this time she recognized it. This time she embraced it. She felt sexy. She felt cool. She felt confident. She felt like who she was supposed to be.
“They’re amazing!” Jill sighed. Laura and Lex shared a knowing nod.
“Lex, be a dear and go grab her bags while I ring her up and take her upstairs.” Laura suggested. Lex complied happily, giving Jill one last look before he walked outside. Jill gave Laura her credit card and tucked the box with her new Vans and the Converse box that now held her old hightops under her arm.
The apartment upstairs was nice, but nothing special. A single bedroom, a small kitchen, and a living room. The front windows looked out over the street below, and Jill watched a group of cyclists ride by wearing spandex racing uniforms, but obviously non-cycling sneakers. A man on the corner in khakis and a dress shirt chatted on the phone wearing a pair of red women’s Keds.
“I’ll let you get settled, but my cell phone number is on the kitchen counter, and I’m always down in the shop if you need anything.” Laura said, giving Jill a soft touch on the back. Tears threatened to rise in Jill’s eyes again.
“You’re okay, sweetie. We love you here.” Laura said, giving her a motherly hug. Jill nodded silently.
The tender moment was broken by the clatter of Lex dragging the suitcases through the front door.
“Where do you want these?” Lex asked cheerfully.
“Those two can stay in here, and I’ll take the big one to the bedroom.” Jill said, setting her shoeboxes on the coffee table and taking the suitcase to the other room. She sighed looking at the small bedroom, a far cry from the big house she had lived in before.
When she returned to the living room, Laura had left, but Lex was still there. Jill froze in the doorway. The shoeboxes were open on the coffee table and Lex was holding one of her old black Chucks. He was looking at it curiously, turning it over in his hand, running his hands over the soft worn canvas and smooth rubber. He raised the opening to his face and took a quick, investigative sniff. He seemed pleased by the result, but quickly noticed Jill in the doorway.
“Oh, hey, sorry about that.” He said, but Jill was surprised by how embarrassed he wasn’t. If she had been caught doing something like that she’d have been mortified. Instead Lex was totally casual, like he had been caught picking his nose.
“These Chucks are cute as hell, and I just had to give them a whiff before I left.” He explained, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. “Probably should have explained that that’s not unusual around here. I forgot you’re not used to all this.” He said, looking genuinely apologetic this time.
“I…” Jill gulped. Her gut reaction had been anger, but Lex was very attractive, and seeing her Chucks in his hands had awoken her beast again and she felt her panties dampen.
“Do they smell… good?” She asked, approaching him. Lex gave her a sly look and held the other shoe out.
“Try them for yourself.” He suggested. Jill took the shoe and tried to keep eye contact with him as she raised it to her face. The scent was intoxicating. The feel of the rubber in her hands melted away whatever inhibitions remained.
Moments later, Jill and Lex were bursting back through her bedroom door, tearing off clothing while they kissed furiously. Lex tossed the black Chuck and the Vans box aside before tipping Jill onto her back on the bed. Their shirtless bodies pressed together as their tongues explored each other’s mouths.
Jill clutched her sneaker and rubbed the sole across Lex’s chest. She could feel his hardness through his jeans as their pelvises ground together. His hands gripped her thighs and searched her body.
Lex broke the kiss and pulled away, smiling mischievously. He slid his fingers into the waistband of Jill’s leggings and panties and dragged them down over her hips. He deftly yanked them off her legs over her brand new white Chucks and white tube socks. He grabbed her ankles and looked at her shoes lovingly.
“I bet you’ve never had anybody really worship your sneakers the way they deserve, have you?” He asked. Jill bit her lip and shook her head. “Well let me fix that then.” Lex replied softly before beginning to kiss the new lowtops on her feet. His tongue traced the red stripes along the sides and nibbled the laces. Jill let out a desperate moan at the sight.
“Hmm, looks like you enjoy this,” Lex said slyly. He ran his tongue all the way up the sole of the shoe from heel to toe, wrapping his lips around the toe as he got to the top and sucking on it like an ice cream cone. Jill’s hand flew to her crotch and her fingers began to work her labia and clit rapidly. She had never seen anything so sexy. With one hand, Lex guided her other foot down to his crotch and began to grind his hard dick into the sole through his jeans. Lex kept his eyes locked on Jill’s, never stopping his oral worship of her shoe until Jill shook and cried and clamped her legs back together as she came harder than she had in years.
“I guess we found one of your kinks,” Lex chuckled, “I wonder what other kind of stuff you’re into.” He reached down and snatched up Jill’s old black hightops. Jill’s chest was still heaving as she recovered from the first orgasm. Lex deftly popped the button on his jeans and opened his fly, dropping his pants around his knees. The cock that sprang out was thick, long, and rock hard.
“I wonder how you’d feel if I did something like this,” He told her with a playful gleam in his eye. He pressed the worn old soles of the shoes against the shaft of his dick and began to rub it. Jill’s mouth watered at the sight. The soles bent against the hardness of his cock and his precum shone on the brown rubber.
“Oooh, these feel wonderful,” Lex sighed, flipping one shoe over to rub his dick onto the canvas and laces.
“What do you think, you like watching this?” Lex asked seductively as he slowly pumped his cock between the two shoes sandwiched together. Jill bit her lip and nodded. Her favorite shoes, probably her favorite things she owned, were being used as filthy playthings and she desperately needed more.
“I don’t know about you, but I think these shoes need a good fucking. Do you agree?” Lex asked. He opened up the tongue of the left shoe and held the opening near the tip of his dick. Jill nodded fast, eyes wide with eager anticipation.
“No no, I need you to say it. Admit it to the world. Tell me what you want me to do right now.” Lex commanded, urging her on like a supportive coach. Jill bit her lip harder and took a few deep breaths.
“I want you to fuck my filthy little Chucks.” The words burst from her throat. For maybe the first time in her life, her heart was in full control rather than her head, and her heart wanted nothing more than to see here dirty old sneakers get fully degraded.
“That’s more like it!” Lex cheered, and thrust his shaft deep into the opening of the left shoe. He groaned and his eyes closed as he felt the softness of the still-sweaty sneaker envelop him. He took just a moment to carefully cup his balls into the heel of the shoe before gripping the sole tightly and beginning to thrust.
Jill was in awe of the sight. She sat up on the edge of the bed so that she could watch closer. Lex looked like a porn star, abs glistening, furiously pistoning his cock deep into the toe of the shoe. He even brought the other shoe up to his face and pressed it over his mouth and nose, groaning with pleasure as he did it.
“God, yes, fuck my sneakers” Jill moaned as she watched.
Lex didn’t even jump when he felt Jill’s hands reach out and take hold of the sneaker on his manhood, her fingers wrapping around his girth inside the shoe. He released his own hold and let her begin pumping away. She was eye level with the Chuck and licked her lips. Leaning forward she began licking up the sides of the sneaker. She’d never fully tasted the rubber before. It was intoxicating. She lapped at the sole and sucked on the toe, trying to give Lex a blowjob through the rubber. She could feel his cock pulsing through the worn fabric.
“You should try your new ones.” Lex suggested quietly, not wanting to interrupt her flow.
Jill kept a firm hold of the Chuck on his dick but groped behind her until she found the Vans box. Grabbing the shoes inside, she flung the cardboard aside. She admired the sparklingly clean checkerboard slipon for a moment before shoving her nose inside.
The scent was different, but wonderful, like finding a new flavor of ice cream after eating nothing but chocolate your whole life.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Lex muttered quietly. Jill looked up at him with a smile. Pulling the old black All Star off his dick she replaced it with the new Van and pumped away.
“Shit, this is so good, but I need to be inside you.” Lex finally said, his voice dripping with desperation and hunger. Stepping forward he pushed Jill back onto the bed, tossed the Van beside her, and dove on top of her. Their mouths met once again and they kissed furiously. Jill’s feet in her new white Chucks wrapped around his back. With one smooth motion, he entered her. His cock plunged to the hilt and filled her entirely. Jill let out a loud, long moan of pleasure.
“God, yes, fuck me.” She begged. She was back in that frat bathroom again. Her sex with Paul had been sweet, almost polite. This was different. She was a sexual animal. Her urges were primal. She needed to be ravaged.
Lex wasted no time. He pounded her tight cunt, his long, thick member ramming against her most sensitive spots. The bed creaked, her feet waved in the air, her whole body shook as he thrust away over and over and over.
Reaching around, Jill felt a pair of sneakers on the bed and grabbed them. They were the old Chucks. She held them to her chest, feeling the rubber against her sensitive nipples. A cry escaped her lips as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt the climax of a lifetime approaching.
Her scream was cut short, however, as Lex grabbed one of the Vans and shoved the toe into her mouth. Jill’s eyes bulged and she bit down hard. She felt the spit soaking into the canvas and tasted the rubber on her tongue. Lex held the shoe there with one hand while he flipped one of her legs over his shoulder and plowed into her pussy even harder and faster.
Tears of joy rolled down Jill’s cheeks and her cries and moans of pleasure were muffled by the toe of the shoe being forced into her mouth. She felt completely used, completely at the mercy of Lex, but even more at the mercy of her own sneakers. And for the first time she felt completely content with that. It felt right. Any inhibition she still had in that moment snapped as eyes rolled back and she began to shake. She came over and over and over again, or maybe it was just one long continuous one. She lost herself in the ecstasy of flesh, rubber, and canvas.
“Hnnnng your pussy is too good, I’m gonna cum,” Lex groaned. The feeling of him pulling out was like jumping into an ice bath, snapping Jill out of the state she’d been in. She began to sit up, ready to accept his load in her mouth, on her face, on her tits, or wherever else he wanted it. Instead, Lex grabbed one of the black hightops off her chest and thrust his dick back inside.
Jill’s jaw dropped as she watched her favorite sneaker slide onto the dripping, throbbing cock and she was frozen in shock as Lex clenched and buckled. She could see his balls tightening as blast after blast of thick cum jetted deep into the toe of her old sneaker. He was still shooting when he pulled the shoe off and swapped it with the other, but not before a heavy rope splatted across the laces of both shoes. He finished pumping into the second shoe with a strangled moan and sank onto the bed.
Jill stared at the shoes in disbelief. Her favorite Chucks, the symbol of her deepest secret for 15 years. She thought of all the memories she had in those shoes, all the time with her friends, all the dates, all the shopping trips. And now they were defiled, full of cum. Every memory of the shoes now came with the imagined feeling of jizz soaking into her socks, seeping between her toes, and dripping down the laces.
And it was the hottest thing Jill had ever seen.
A short time later, Lex had gotten dressed again, and Jill had at least put on a shirt. She also slipped on the new Vans. Her legs were still a little weak and she was going to be a little sore, but she stood and followed him to the door.
“Hey that was incredible,” Lex said, turning to her as he reached the door, “you’re a natural at this.”
“I had a good teacher, I guess,” Jill replied with a wink. “For real, any time you want a repeat, you know where I live.”
“Hah, true. How’s that for a housewarming gift?” Lex laughed. “But seriously, I’m really glad you’re here. You’re gonna really love it. We just scratched the surface today. You’re gonna get to try all sorts of stuff with all sorts of different people. Keep an open mind and keep following your gut. You’re gonna have an amazing time.” He paused. “But also if at any point you want to maybe grab a drink or something?” he smiled.
“Oh absolutely,” Jill said, putting her arms around his neck and planting one lass kiss on his lips.
As she watched him walk down the stairs, she thought about what he had said and he was right. She really was going to love it here.