written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
On New Years Day a few years ago I went to the supermarket. I spotted a very attractive blonde in her early thirties. She was about 5’5″, slim, wearing a sleeveless top and multi-coloured (tight) shorts.
She had a great body and was wearing black leather open-toed platform pumps, which immediately captured my attention.
I was in the cooler section admiring the view when I saw her reach for something on a top shelf, but was unable to grab what she wanted. She put her right foot onto the edge of the the freezer and was about to step up when I took the plunge and said “Excuse me, do you need a hand?” She explained that she was after the tub of Philadelphia cheese from the top shelf, and asked if I could get it for her. I pretended to try to reach the one remaining tub at the back of the top shelf, but of course couldn’t quite get it. “Sorry, I can’t reach it either.”
She thanked me for trying. I then said “Here, you can step on my back” as I knelt on my hands and knees. She seemed shocked and said “What!? No, I couldn’t stand on you.” I knelt up and she said “Can you just hold my foot steady? I’ll stand on this” as she put her right foot onto the side of the freezer. I held her platform shoe at the heel and toe as she moved it a few times in preparation for stepping up. She then looked over at the staff at the checkout and said “I’d better not. I’ll probably get in trouble for stepping on their freezer”, putting her foot back down.
I tried to seem as casual as possible when I said “Go on, step on my back” and knelt back down. I think that maybe she’d regretted saying no to this offer the first time, because this time she said “Are you sure?”. Of course I said “Yeah, be my guest”.
She put her right foot (still in platform shoe) on the middle of my back and said “I’m going to!” as if giving me a final chance to back out. She stood up full weight on her right foot. Her left foot dangled at my side, the toe of her shoe/foot resting up against me. I couldn’t have been happier. Her weight was firmly pressing down on me, her heel sometimes wobbling ever so slightly on my back. Her shoes had a hard rubber sole. After about 30 seconds she brought her left foot up onto my back, next to her other foot. And she continued to stand there like that for at least another 30 seconds. It must have been quite a sight, some beautiful girl standing on some guy’s back.
Then I realized that she was standing on me for an unusually long time (I think she must have been enjoying it). Being not too bright, I then asked her “How’s it going up there?” She said “Yeah, got it” and she stepped down, all her weight going to her right foot on my back, and then her right foot also stepping down, lightly scraping across my back as she did so.
She smiled and said “Thanks, it’s terrible being short”. I said “Well at least you’re light”. She gave a little laugh and said “I can’t believe I actually stood on you, I hope I didn’t hurt you”. I laughed and said “Not at all, even with your shoes on”.
She looked down at her shoes and said “Oh Yeah! I probably should have taken them off before standing on you” (I had been surprised – pleasantly – that she hadn’t just slipped her shoes off before stepping onto my back) I replied “No worries.” She thanked me again and said goodbye.
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Later in the same year, there was a wrestling event that some friends invited me to. I’m not into the wrestling as much as these guys, and was scoping the crowd for hot chicks before they opened the doors. I saw a gorgeous little blond girl (only about 5′ neat). About 18 or 19, wearing a black cap, black jacket and pants and Black Fila runners. She was with a friend and I just admired the view. They opened the doors and we took our seats. It was my lucky day, because the blonde girl’s seat was behind mine, but one to the left. Her friend sat directly behind me. My two friends were sitting either side of me. The hot blonde was not shy. She put her feet on the back of my friend’s seat whenever it suited her (I thought about asking him to swap seats with me), and she yelled out at the wrestlers: including things like “Jump on his head!” and “Kick him in the balls!” I was smitten.
I was about 5 rows from the front, and throughout the night she had trouble seeing everything and had to keep standing on her seat, complaining to her friend whenever other people stood up. When the main bout began, between Sabu and Chris Candido, the entire audience stood up on their seats and she couldn’t see anything. She yelled for everyone to sit down, but no-one did. I, however, bent down, as if to keep out of her line of vision, but with my back horizontal to the floor. I was thinking of offering her my back to stand on, but thought perhaps I’d seem too silly, when I heard her talking to her friend.
“I’m going to stand on this guy”. Her friend was saying “No. don’t” “But I can’t see anything. I’m going to” I turned around and looked at them. She went all red in the face – busted. I smiled, nodded and pointed to my back saying “Go on”. She didn’t hesitate. She stepped on the back of my seat, and straight onto my back. My friends knew about my fetish and paid no attention to this development. She moved around a bit to get her balance, then stood in that spot. She didn’t speak to me or ask me how I was coping. As the match got under way she got more and more excited. She seemed to bounce around a bit. She sometimes twisted her foot as she moved it, which I loved. At one stage she even jumped up and down a bit. I just concentrated on keeping still, so that she wouldn’t fall and hurt herself. She moved around quite a bit, from my lower back to the tops of my shoulders and neck. She really was totally unconcerned about what/who she was standing on. When Sabu (her favorite) was losing, she got mad and actually stamped her right foot hard into my shoulderblades – twice! The match went for about 15 minutes, but I wish it had gone on forever. She was pretty light and didn’t hurt me (the next day I just felt like I’d had a good solid back massage). I don’t know whether she realized she was too little to hurt me, but I think it more likely that she didn’t care if she did hurt me. When the match was over, everyone sat back down. She turned around to face her friend, who said “Come on, hop off the poor guy. You’ve probably broken his back”. She slowly moved to my lower back then carefully moved back to her seat. When I turned around she just smiled at me and casually said “Thanks!”…she looked like she’d just had one of the best times of her life. I certainly had.
I cherish memories of moments like these. I’d like to think that the women who stood on me also have fond memories of the occasion, perhaps telling friends about the time they stood on some guy…a total stranger.