Socks At The Pawn Shop
Published on Saturday, January 17, 2015

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I went to a pawn shop here in town the other day just to look around. I noticed this young girl that was trying to pawn a ring. She was wearing a black shirt, dark brown tight pants, and brown knee high boots. I wanted to take them off of her to what kind of socks she had on.

As it turned out, the pawn shop wouldn't take the ring, so I felt sorry her. She really seemed to need the money. As I was going out the door, she happened to come out next to me.

"He wouldn't give you anything for it, would he?" I asked.

"No, and I really needed some cash." She answered.

Then I got this crazy idea. I wondered if she would sell me her socks. So I asked her, "What do you want for the ring?"

"Twenty dollars," she told me.

"Twenty dollars isn't much, but it's all 've got," I told her.

"You want it?" She asked.

"No," I answered back, "but but I'll give you twenty dollars for your socks, and and you can keep the ring."

"What?" She asked in disbelief.

"I'll give you twenty bucks if you let me take off your boots, and let me have your socks." I told her.

"Are you some kind of a foot sock freak?" She asked.

"No. I just like boots and socks." I explained.

She looked at me, then she looked at her ring, and then she looked down at her boots. "My socks are really stinky," she told me, "so you might not want them, and my boots will be stinky too."

"I don’t care. Do you want the deal?" I asked.

She look down at her boots again. "Where do you want to do this."

"In my car. Is that cool?" I asked.

"Yeah, that’s cool." She told me, so we walked over to my car.

While we were walking, she said, "Nobody ever wanted my socks before. What are you going to do with them?

"You really don’t want to know," I told her.

"Are you going to sniff them, and jack off with them?" She asked.

"Yeah, pretty much," I said with a smile.

When we got in the car she asked, "Do you want to take my boots off, or do you want me to take them off ?"

I told her, "I want to take them off."

Then she turned towards me to put her right leg in my lap, and said, "Go ahead. Take this one off."

I reach for the zipper, and started to unzip it. I could already smell the lovely smell. It was so sweet. When I got the zipper all the way down, I could see her white ankle sock. I knew this was going to be good, so I pulled her boot off, and took a sniff. It was great! Then I slipped her sock off, and took a big sniff of it. Her bare foot was so arousing that I just about blew my load right then, and there.

"Do you like it?" She asked.

"Yes I do," I told her. "Your foot is great, and your sock smells so good.

"Nobody ever told me that any of my socks smelled good," She said with amusement.

Then I did the same to her other boot and sock. I gave her money, and she put her boots back on. She said, "If you want any more of my socks, here's my number."

"Thank you," I replied.

She got out of the car, and went on her way. I took her socks back home, and then I sniffed and jacked off inside of her socks. I did call her, and I now have more of her socks, which seemed to please her.