Pencil thin heels 6 min read

At last, it has been a long winter and holiday season and the trample has been nonexistent, but last night I thought I would give it a try at my favorite store on the way home to see if by chance there was a lady for me to get under. Low and behold just as I walked in the front door was a lady about my age, possibly a couple years older looking at the jewelry very slowly moving around the cases and no one was there to help her. She stood atop a pair of lovely 3 inch black, closed toe high heels that sparkled in the overhead lights.

I stayed as close to her as I could doing my usual scan of the area to check for security cameras and such. She got around to the inside of the c shaped counter and I noticed that the camera(black cover) was dangling from the ceiling and I guessed that it was broken and as I noticed that she stopped to look at something and her weight shifted to one foot and her other heel raised up and that was my chance. I laid down on my stomach behind her being as quiet as I could with my heavy jacket on and placed my hand under where I thought she might step down. To my chagrin, however, her heel only grazed my hand as she moved on. But it was enough for her to notice the resistance so she looked down to see me laying there. She asked what I was doing and I replied, at the moment getting caught admiring your shoes and feet. Then she said “You could get hurt down there, especially with pencil thin heels like these”. This lady had class and was lovely in every respect. She moved on and added that if I did not move I would get stepped on. But at that moment I heard someone say “look at that!!” So needless to say I jumped up and went to the other side of the store without looking towards where the voices came from. I was very embarrassed..

Luckily, she did not leave the store and she headed to the back of the store, where of course, I followed and carefully looking around again, I caught up with her in an aisle of appliances and she just looked at me and stopped. I just had to spit it out so I asked her this way: Would you please step on me if I laid down in front of you? She replied “I told you that these heels would hurt if they were to find something under them” and I said that is what I want. “Are you sure that you do not want me to take my shoes off?” she replied. No, I said and laid down across the aisle. She immediately stepped up onto my stomach and chest and asked if she was hurting me and I said that I will not let you hurt me more than I want you to. “Is that so” she replied, “well you are not in the position with me on top of you to control that, are you?”. No I guess not.

She marched up and down without lifting her feet off of me and she was always either looking down at me or around to see if anyone was coming. But at this point I did not care if anyone saw because I was in heaven!!!!!!! She did this for about 2 minutes and stepped off and asked if I liked it? You can bet that I did young lady and thank you for obliging me. She said that she had never done it before but sort of liked it and she walked away and I got up. But needless to say two minutes was not enough for me so I went to find her after brushing myself off. This store needs to clean their floors better.

I found her in ladies sweaters and approached her from the side and when she saw me, she said, “I did not think that that would be enough for you. Would you like to help me reach a couple of those sweaters on the top rack? You know how…”. She stepped up onto my chest even before I was completely down on the floor and immediately leaned back on her heels (I do not know if it was a balance thing or on purpose) Those heels really dug in and left their impression. It was all I could do to keep my composure. She did not even pay much attention to me on the floor but I could see her look around a couple of times for others. But other than that she just moved lengthwise back and forth up and down my stomach and chest for about ten minutes I would guess and being in heaven is an understatement.

One time the sole of her shoe slipped down my breastbone and onto my neck for a second and she said no that is going too far. “I do not want to kill you” She did ask once if I was OK after about two minutes but that was it – she did not care much about hurting me. I did catch her glancing down once or twice at my face but she did not weigh more than one hundred pounds. She finally stopped looking at the sweaters and standing on my stomach asked if I was satisfied. I asked very nicely if she would do just one more thing and she commented that I should not push the issue. She asked what it was and I told her that I loved having one high heel on each side of my bellybutton with the lady leaning back on them and twisting. She was already almost in position and did as I had asked. PURE ECSTASY. She twisted them in and actually bounced on just the heels for a few seconds and got off of me.

She then walked up to my head, put the sole of her shoe on my mouth and pushed down and said that she hoped that I enjoyed myself and that she actually did also. The store being so empty was a great help. I asked her if she came her to shop often and she said about once a week but when she did not know. She stated that if she saw me again that she would be glad to repeat this if I wanted and that she always wore high heels because her ex-husband used to love them and she just never stopped after he left.