written by Sparky
original source of the story was Unknown source
Michelle was one of the “trophy girls” at the local race track. Trophy girls are the attractive young ladies who hand the trophy to the winning driver after the race. They were also in all of the print advertising for the track as well as the television commercials. So, needless to say, the girls were real lookers. It was nice that race car mechanics like me generally got to know these women fairly well since we both spent so much time around the track on the weekends.
Michelle was a fun one who would talk some trash and generally act mildly flirty just to keep things interesting. She and I were work friends. Her uniform was really cute with a miniskirt that showed off her long legs and a t-shirt with the race track logo on it (which was probably two sizes too small). And, of course, a pair of white or black go-go boots. Those boots were knee high and tight fitting to her slim calves with block heels of about 2 or 2 1/2 inches. Typical boots for cheerleaders of that era.
One day I was lying on the ground under a race car doing a suspension adjustment. So my body from the chest down was sticking out from the front of the car. Michelle came into the shop and saw me. She walked right up, stepped on my stomach and stood on me while she leaned forward on the car and looked down over the radiator. I could see her beautiful face as she grinned at me with that perfect smile. She just said “Hi, Sparky” with no acknowledgment that she was standing on me. But I could feel the weight of her entire gorgeous body crushing down on my midsection.
I looked up and said “Hi, Michelle!” “I love your boots.”
That day she had on these black suede zip up boots with about a three-inch flared sculpted heel. She then stood upright and I heard her giggle as she started walking around on my abdomen with those boots. She was carelessly stepping right on my member and, needless to say, I was getting instantly turned-on.
After a couple of minutes of this she must have clearly felt my growing erection under her boots. That made her start laughing even more, at which time she started stepping back and forth constantly on my groin with her boot heels like she was salsa dancing on me.
After many, many steps there’s no way she could have missed the full erection now bulging in my pants. She then held on to the car’s hood and stood directly on my penis, grinding both boot heels down on it. Her toes were in the air and all of her sexy body weight was centered on her heels as she twisted back and forth. I thought I was going to explode in my coveralls!
She finally jumped off of me when she saw a race car coming down pit road toward the shop. I got out from under the car and stood up. That was when I noticed her dusty bootprints all over my stomach and lower abs. She started getting giddy again as she helped brush me off. Michelle looked up at me, straight into my eyes, and in a really slow and seductive manner said “you’re all dirty” with an impish grin on her face. And right then I wanted to have sex with her on garage floor. But I simply responded “We need to do this more often.”
She was radiant. I never before have seen such a pleased look on a trophy girl’s face. At that moment she confided to me that she had always wanted to step on one of the car mechanics so she could prove to herself how powerful & dangerous she was. But that she had always been afraid to bring it up for fear of being stigmatized as a “weirdo”. She also said that when she saw me under the car, she just couldn’t help herself.
“I’m glad you couldn’t.” I told her. “In fact, you can step on me all you want anytime.” And she responded by giving me a big hug.
After that incident I got trampled by her several more times. It was always when absolutely no one else was around, which was a pretty rare thing at a busy track. But it became our secret little game.