sneakfreak
08-19-2011, 8:09 PM
The lady next door to where I have been living for a while has no car, and a couple of times now Ive seen her walking back from the shops with bags of groceries.
We exchanged pleasenteries at the mail box now and again. She has a couple of kids at school, and works part time afternoons at the local video store.
Anyway I see her at the supermarkent one morning, and notice she has a couple of large bags, so I stop and ask he if she wants a rid back up home.
Of course being a sneaker freak Im attracted to the fact that sometimes she wears black hightop converse sneakers. Not always, but on this occaision she was. H help her load the bags in the boot of the car, and while she is returning the shopping trolly to the park I set the stage in the car.
This involves putting a few objects such as a book, some old envelopes, and an old T shirt on the floor of the car, to see if she will trample these items or avoid them.
She comes back, opens the door and gets in. One of her feet brushes over the paperback book, opening it up, before her rubber sole pushes down on it crushing the pages of the open book. Her other foot she puts so the toes are on the old T shirt and the black rubber heal is on the envelopes. She doesnt look down or appear to notice she is trampling these items, so far so good.
When we get to her house she hops out, and I notice she has left dirty footprints on the envelops and the book, very good.
I help carry the itmes inside, and she offers me a coffee.
She thanks me very much for the ride, and says if I ever need anything.
Well heres my chance, I say well yes there is, and I tel her I have a perpetual sore back from my driving job.
She asks right away if I am wanting a massage, and she doesnt seem to adverse to the suggestion.
I say nom not exaclty a massage, and I go on to tell her about how someone walking on my back will relive the strain.
It seems she has heard of this, but never tried it, but she says why not.
Se asks were I want it done, and I say the kitchen is fine as she can hold onto the bench for balance.
I get down on the floor and lie on my tummy, and she gets up, but puts one foot on the chair and starts to undo her converse lace.
You can leave your shoes on I tell her, but she says they might hurt me.
Hang on I tell her, and I put my hand palm down on the floor. I ask her to put her foot on my hand and put her wieght on it. She carefully puts her right foot on my hand and fingers and steps forward slowely.
The rubber sloe of her converse is nice and soft, and I can feel her foot through the sole.
I tell her that her sneaker soles are probably softer than her feet anyway, and they are fine.
So she stands beside me and puts her left foot on my back. then steps up with her other foot. Once she is up there she walks back and forth for a while.
She is reasonably heavy, but not too heavy, so its great.
After a while I ask her to hop off and I say now she needs to do it on my front. She makes no comment so I turn over.
This time as she puts her left foot on my stomach the toe of her right foot is on my fingers which are beside me, seems she doesnt notice she is on my fingers as well.
She steps up with both feet, and walks back and forth. As she steps backwards the heel of her sneaker ends up on the end of my willy.
I ask her ot turn sideways, which she daos and she moves from side to side on me, and each time she moves towards my legs she ends up stadning on my dick with her foot. She doesnt seem to notice what she is stadning on, but I know she can feel it through her soles.
Halfway through a sideways step her cell phone rings. she quickly stpes down and goes and gets it. I stay where I am, and amazingly she returns while she is on the phone and steps right back up again. She continues to step form side ot side but starts to get engorssed in the conversation. Eventually she stops walking and just stands on my stomach and leans back on the bench.
After some five minutes she finally hangs up, then seems to remember she is on top of me, she laughs and says she is sorry, she had forgotten about me.
Story of my life I tel her, but it was a great time
We exchanged pleasenteries at the mail box now and again. She has a couple of kids at school, and works part time afternoons at the local video store.
Anyway I see her at the supermarkent one morning, and notice she has a couple of large bags, so I stop and ask he if she wants a rid back up home.
Of course being a sneaker freak Im attracted to the fact that sometimes she wears black hightop converse sneakers. Not always, but on this occaision she was. H help her load the bags in the boot of the car, and while she is returning the shopping trolly to the park I set the stage in the car.
This involves putting a few objects such as a book, some old envelopes, and an old T shirt on the floor of the car, to see if she will trample these items or avoid them.
She comes back, opens the door and gets in. One of her feet brushes over the paperback book, opening it up, before her rubber sole pushes down on it crushing the pages of the open book. Her other foot she puts so the toes are on the old T shirt and the black rubber heal is on the envelopes. She doesnt look down or appear to notice she is trampling these items, so far so good.
When we get to her house she hops out, and I notice she has left dirty footprints on the envelops and the book, very good.
I help carry the itmes inside, and she offers me a coffee.
She thanks me very much for the ride, and says if I ever need anything.
Well heres my chance, I say well yes there is, and I tel her I have a perpetual sore back from my driving job.
She asks right away if I am wanting a massage, and she doesnt seem to adverse to the suggestion.
I say nom not exaclty a massage, and I go on to tell her about how someone walking on my back will relive the strain.
It seems she has heard of this, but never tried it, but she says why not.
Se asks were I want it done, and I say the kitchen is fine as she can hold onto the bench for balance.
I get down on the floor and lie on my tummy, and she gets up, but puts one foot on the chair and starts to undo her converse lace.
You can leave your shoes on I tell her, but she says they might hurt me.
Hang on I tell her, and I put my hand palm down on the floor. I ask her to put her foot on my hand and put her wieght on it. She carefully puts her right foot on my hand and fingers and steps forward slowely.
The rubber sloe of her converse is nice and soft, and I can feel her foot through the sole.
I tell her that her sneaker soles are probably softer than her feet anyway, and they are fine.
So she stands beside me and puts her left foot on my back. then steps up with her other foot. Once she is up there she walks back and forth for a while.
She is reasonably heavy, but not too heavy, so its great.
After a while I ask her to hop off and I say now she needs to do it on my front. She makes no comment so I turn over.
This time as she puts her left foot on my stomach the toe of her right foot is on my fingers which are beside me, seems she doesnt notice she is on my fingers as well.
She steps up with both feet, and walks back and forth. As she steps backwards the heel of her sneaker ends up on the end of my willy.
I ask her ot turn sideways, which she daos and she moves from side to side on me, and each time she moves towards my legs she ends up stadning on my dick with her foot. She doesnt seem to notice what she is stadning on, but I know she can feel it through her soles.
Halfway through a sideways step her cell phone rings. she quickly stpes down and goes and gets it. I stay where I am, and amazingly she returns while she is on the phone and steps right back up again. She continues to step form side ot side but starts to get engorssed in the conversation. Eventually she stops walking and just stands on my stomach and leans back on the bench.
After some five minutes she finally hangs up, then seems to remember she is on top of me, she laughs and says she is sorry, she had forgotten about me.
Story of my life I tel her, but it was a great time