amigo
10-28-2003, 8:28 PM
When I was 12, my parents found a new babysitter for me. They knew her parents and she was in her last year of high school. She was a very good student and my parents thought she would be a good influence on me. She first minded me on a Friday night.
I fell in love the first time I laid eyes on her. Straight blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, about 5'2", slim, tanned, and with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. She arrived at our place at 6:00pm, still in her school uniform. My parents introduced me to Donna. Donna went to a private girls school and her uniforn was a light blue dress, wine coloured jumper, light blue socks and black leather T-bar sandals. My parents left, saying they'd be back at 11. Donna turned off the television and told me to be quiet while she sat at the desk and did her homework. Donna removed her school shoes while she worked. I asked her if she wanted a drink or anything to eat and she wanted a drink. I got turned on to be doing something for her. I sat reading comics on the couch (and looking at her from behind) until she'd finished her homework. Then we watched television, me at one end of the couch and Donna at the other. Donna put her feet up on the couch and soon had her legs stretched out with her toes and the balls of her feet resting on the outside of my leg. She sat like that for the rest of the night. I tried not to look at her feet on my leg but couldn't help myself. I'm sure she noticed. At 11:00, Donna said my parents would be home any minute and went over to the desk. She packed her school stuff into her bag, and then felt with her foot under the desk for her shoes. She couldn't find them so stepped back to look. While she'd been working, she'd pushed them right up against the wall. Donna asked me to get them for her and I dove under the desk straight away. I brought out the left shoe first and went to hand it to her. Donna gave me a beautiful angelic look as she looked at the shoe, then at me and then at her foot which she extended toward me. I understood what she wanted and, holding her shoe at the front and under the heel, slid it onto her foot. As she moved her foot into the shoe, somehow it ended up on the floor with my fingers still beneath the heel. She pressed her heel firmly down into the shoe, squashing my fingers as she did so. She stood on my fingers for another five seconds or so before stepping off. I went back under the desk for the right shoe and held it for her, this time being careful not to have my fingers underneath. Donna just stood there and said "No. Hold it exactly like last time." I put the shoe on the ground with my fingers under the heel and she put her foot into her shoe, pressing down on my fingers and even grinding her heel on me. She stood on that one foot for ten seconds then put all her weight back on her heel for another five, before turning on her heel (and on my fingers) and walking back to the couch. Shortly after, she asked to see my fingers and asked if that had hurt. My fingers were a bit red, but were fine. I lied and said it hadn't hurt and that she was really light. My parents came home shortly after and Donna went home.
My parents got Donna to babysit the following Friday as well. In school uniform again, she took her shoes off as soon as my parents left. This time, when Donna sat on the couch she sat with her feet fully in my lap. I looked down at her feet in her thin light blue socks as she flexed and wiggled her toes. After a fair while, I put my hand on her feet. Donna snapped "What are you doing?". I pulled my hand away and replied "Nothing". We watched television in silence for about 5 minutes before Donna said "You can rub my feet for me if you want?" I said thanks (!?), and rubbed her feet for almost an hour. At 11:00 Donna stayed sitting on the couch and said "Your parents will be home soon," and lifting both feet up said "Shoes, please". I knelt on the floor and put her school shoes on her feet, this time straightening her socks on her feet, which made Donna laugh. She didn't step on my fingers that time, but instead pressed her foot into her shoes with her leg fully extended and her foot pressing against my chest.
The Friday after that, Donna returned in her school uniform (I was beginning to wonder if they were only clothes she had). This time she left her shoes on for a while. She asked me "Do you want to rub my feet?" I said OK. Donna said "I didn't ask if you would rub them. I asked if you WANTED to rub them." I said yeah, I did. Donna smiled at me and said "You like my feet, don't you?" I was very red in the face and didn't answer. She then said "I was telling some friends about you, and they reckon you've got a crush on me. Do you?" I didn't answer. She said I could rub her feet and put both feet in my lap. She still had her shoes on and I started rubbing her feet still in her shoes. Donna said "What are you doing?! Take my shoes off first!" I unbuckled her shoes and took them off. It had been a hot day and, with her feet in my lap - right under my nose, the smell of her feet/socks was strong (but very nice). I rubbed her feet in her damp, soft socks until my hands and shoulders were aching. I kept rubbing though. Donna sat watching television and totally ignoring me, other than to give directions like "Do my toes" or "Rub harder". At about 10, Donna said that was enough. She took her feet off my lap and put them on the floor. I must have looked disappointed, because she said "You can lie on the floor under my feet if you want". I lay on my stomach and Donna put her feet on my back. After about 20 minutes Donna told me to roll over. She sat with her feet on my chest for a while, and then put her right foot on my face (over my nose) while she pulled her sock up. But it ended as quickly as it began as she moved her foot back to my chest. When she went to the toilet she stepped on my chest on her way. While she was gone, I smelt her school shoes and kissed them. When I heard the toilet flush, I lay back down in front of the couch. Donna came back in and looked at me as she asked "Did that hurt when I stepped on you?" I said it didn't and that I'd told her before she was very light. She smiled and this time stepped on my stomach. But this time she stayed there, both feet sinking deeper into my stomach. She laughed and even began to bounce up and down on her toes. She turned around and stood there on my stomach watching television for about ten minutes before she sat down. During that time she moved around quite a bit. It was really painful but I tried to look like I was fine (at least on those rare occasions when she looked at my face). My parents came home soon after and Donna left. Later that night, I went to the toilet to throw up (obviously caused by Donna's trampling of my young belly). I was very careful not to let my parents know, and I didn't tell Donna either, because I was hoping she would walk on me many more times (which she did).
I fell in love the first time I laid eyes on her. Straight blond hair, gorgeous blue eyes, about 5'2", slim, tanned, and with the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. She arrived at our place at 6:00pm, still in her school uniform. My parents introduced me to Donna. Donna went to a private girls school and her uniforn was a light blue dress, wine coloured jumper, light blue socks and black leather T-bar sandals. My parents left, saying they'd be back at 11. Donna turned off the television and told me to be quiet while she sat at the desk and did her homework. Donna removed her school shoes while she worked. I asked her if she wanted a drink or anything to eat and she wanted a drink. I got turned on to be doing something for her. I sat reading comics on the couch (and looking at her from behind) until she'd finished her homework. Then we watched television, me at one end of the couch and Donna at the other. Donna put her feet up on the couch and soon had her legs stretched out with her toes and the balls of her feet resting on the outside of my leg. She sat like that for the rest of the night. I tried not to look at her feet on my leg but couldn't help myself. I'm sure she noticed. At 11:00, Donna said my parents would be home any minute and went over to the desk. She packed her school stuff into her bag, and then felt with her foot under the desk for her shoes. She couldn't find them so stepped back to look. While she'd been working, she'd pushed them right up against the wall. Donna asked me to get them for her and I dove under the desk straight away. I brought out the left shoe first and went to hand it to her. Donna gave me a beautiful angelic look as she looked at the shoe, then at me and then at her foot which she extended toward me. I understood what she wanted and, holding her shoe at the front and under the heel, slid it onto her foot. As she moved her foot into the shoe, somehow it ended up on the floor with my fingers still beneath the heel. She pressed her heel firmly down into the shoe, squashing my fingers as she did so. She stood on my fingers for another five seconds or so before stepping off. I went back under the desk for the right shoe and held it for her, this time being careful not to have my fingers underneath. Donna just stood there and said "No. Hold it exactly like last time." I put the shoe on the ground with my fingers under the heel and she put her foot into her shoe, pressing down on my fingers and even grinding her heel on me. She stood on that one foot for ten seconds then put all her weight back on her heel for another five, before turning on her heel (and on my fingers) and walking back to the couch. Shortly after, she asked to see my fingers and asked if that had hurt. My fingers were a bit red, but were fine. I lied and said it hadn't hurt and that she was really light. My parents came home shortly after and Donna went home.
My parents got Donna to babysit the following Friday as well. In school uniform again, she took her shoes off as soon as my parents left. This time, when Donna sat on the couch she sat with her feet fully in my lap. I looked down at her feet in her thin light blue socks as she flexed and wiggled her toes. After a fair while, I put my hand on her feet. Donna snapped "What are you doing?". I pulled my hand away and replied "Nothing". We watched television in silence for about 5 minutes before Donna said "You can rub my feet for me if you want?" I said thanks (!?), and rubbed her feet for almost an hour. At 11:00 Donna stayed sitting on the couch and said "Your parents will be home soon," and lifting both feet up said "Shoes, please". I knelt on the floor and put her school shoes on her feet, this time straightening her socks on her feet, which made Donna laugh. She didn't step on my fingers that time, but instead pressed her foot into her shoes with her leg fully extended and her foot pressing against my chest.
The Friday after that, Donna returned in her school uniform (I was beginning to wonder if they were only clothes she had). This time she left her shoes on for a while. She asked me "Do you want to rub my feet?" I said OK. Donna said "I didn't ask if you would rub them. I asked if you WANTED to rub them." I said yeah, I did. Donna smiled at me and said "You like my feet, don't you?" I was very red in the face and didn't answer. She then said "I was telling some friends about you, and they reckon you've got a crush on me. Do you?" I didn't answer. She said I could rub her feet and put both feet in my lap. She still had her shoes on and I started rubbing her feet still in her shoes. Donna said "What are you doing?! Take my shoes off first!" I unbuckled her shoes and took them off. It had been a hot day and, with her feet in my lap - right under my nose, the smell of her feet/socks was strong (but very nice). I rubbed her feet in her damp, soft socks until my hands and shoulders were aching. I kept rubbing though. Donna sat watching television and totally ignoring me, other than to give directions like "Do my toes" or "Rub harder". At about 10, Donna said that was enough. She took her feet off my lap and put them on the floor. I must have looked disappointed, because she said "You can lie on the floor under my feet if you want". I lay on my stomach and Donna put her feet on my back. After about 20 minutes Donna told me to roll over. She sat with her feet on my chest for a while, and then put her right foot on my face (over my nose) while she pulled her sock up. But it ended as quickly as it began as she moved her foot back to my chest. When she went to the toilet she stepped on my chest on her way. While she was gone, I smelt her school shoes and kissed them. When I heard the toilet flush, I lay back down in front of the couch. Donna came back in and looked at me as she asked "Did that hurt when I stepped on you?" I said it didn't and that I'd told her before she was very light. She smiled and this time stepped on my stomach. But this time she stayed there, both feet sinking deeper into my stomach. She laughed and even began to bounce up and down on her toes. She turned around and stood there on my stomach watching television for about ten minutes before she sat down. During that time she moved around quite a bit. It was really painful but I tried to look like I was fine (at least on those rare occasions when she looked at my face). My parents came home soon after and Donna left. Later that night, I went to the toilet to throw up (obviously caused by Donna's trampling of my young belly). I was very careful not to let my parents know, and I didn't tell Donna either, because I was hoping she would walk on me many more times (which she did).