The Stunning Blonde 9 min read

About 10 years ago I had the opportunity to make the acquaintance of a blonde, blue-eyed beauty through my work. She had experienced some marriage problems including physical abuse, and I helped her to move into a shelter temporarily until a restraining order could be issued, then into a nice apartment in the city. We became friends during the course of her divorce, and she often would either offer to share a meal with me when I got off work or just come by for a visit about 3 or 4 times a week.

Now … that’s the background … now for the story. Suzanna at the time was 35 but was “carded” every time she visited the gambling boat in town ‘cause she looked younger than 21. She stood 5’9” and weighed about 145# with one of the most beautiful shapes you’ve ever been blessed to view. She was tanned, blonde hair to her shoulders, and absolutely stunning 7 ½ feet always with a perfect pedicure. Guys, she was (and still is at 45) the kind of lady that would come into my workplace to see me and you had to wipe up the slobber from all the men in the building that saw her. Got the picture?

Ok, now …
The 1st time I visited her in her new apartment after she was all moved in, she and her 18-year-old daughter (also really pretty, but nothing like Mom) had fixed a fantastic meal to celebrate her new freedom and to show her appreciation of my efforts. After we finished the meal, she said, “Why don’t you stretch out on the carpet in the living room and let me and Krystle give you a back massage – You look so tense and you are always so stressed from work – I know you will love it.”

Now folks, have you ever had to almost pinch yourself to make sure it was real and not a dream? Well, here I was almost speechless (very unusual for me) and rising to the occasion already before I lay down on my stomach. She immediately stepped up and started walking and when she got to my shoulders Krystle joined her. Krystle was about 5’7” and 125# with really nice feet, and I was in ecstasy. They both walked to mid-back and turned to cover my whole back for about 35 minutes. Then when they stepped off, Suzanna said, “Now roll over and we’ll put on another music CD and do the front the same way.” My mouth actually went dry because I had been wondering for 35 minutes how I could make that happen, and she volunteered!!

I rolled over, and she began the most sensual walking I think I’ve ever experienced. And the view of her in cut-off blue jean shorts (Daisy Dukes we called them), a shirt tied to expose her tummy and unbuttoned 3 buttons, and those high-arched heaven-sent feet — WOW — When she stepped up on my chest and began to dance/walk, I began to wonder if a mountain had formed south of the equator, but all I could see (or wanted to actually) was what was moving down from my chest toward the equator. Then Krystle stepped up on my chest. She had a different style for both the back and front, stepping with her toes first, then kinda bouncing, then letting her soles come down before taking the next step. Suzanna’s reminded me then and now of a woman in a movie once that just swayed and stepped to the music while moving her arms up/down & in/out – hard to describe – and hard was a good word about that time I assure you. Well, they did this pairing for about 20 minutes and would catch arms at the bottom of the rib cage and swap places – man – what balance!

After 20 minutes, Suzanna said, “Now I’m going to work on your tummy on down, and Krystle is going to do the top parts … relax and just let us do our thing … you need to de-stress and chill.” Chill??? I was burning up and in a state of euphoria that only folks on this forum would understand. This “de-stressing” went on for about 45 minutes with both of them lost in the music and their own worlds no longer even thinking about ol’ GW underfoot — I know this because the CD started over and they never stopped moving their feet … and since Suzanna had made the mountain into a molehill by concentrating her beautiful feet south of the equator, I was beginning to get tired and was starting to feel the weight more as the minutes slipped by — not enough to mention to anyone to stop, however — when the doorbell rang. Well, we all almost jumped out of our skins — actually, they did jump rather forcefully on the ol’ body — when the neighbor opened the door and came in.

Dana was a large but attractive girl of about 5’ 10” and about 250# or maybe more and always in some type of sandals. She got a funny look on her face since Suzanna and Krystle were still on ol’ Greywolf — then smiled a knowing smile and said, “Well, well… what have we here? One of my all-time favorite activities — walking all over a man.” She then came in, shut the door, and asked if she could join in. Krystle & Suzanna looked at each other, Suzanna shrugged her shoulders and said, “sure … I’ll move up and do his head and neck while you do his tummy area” and without another word she stepped off and moved around to my head, smiled, and said, “You’ll enjoy this too – it’s very relaxing.” She then stepped those beautiful feet attached to that stunning body right up onto my upturned face and started to again just move with the music. Dana stepped up … HARD … onto my stomach and groin area and lets say walked in a far less gentle way than Suzanna had been doing — but I have to admit that the mountain had come back and her size 10 ½ sandals did the job of mashing the mountain back into a molehill for the 2nd time that evening — thank goodness for dark navy pants and feet that really didn’t care what they were causing. This threesome went on for another couple of CDs with the front and both sides of my face well trampled, my chest nicely done, and my tummy/groin turned into mashed potatoes — (remember — we had just had supper) and as a TV commercial says, “a very satisfied customer” underfoot.

Finally, I tapped Suzanna on her legs and after several tries, she kinda woke up and looked down at my face covered by her fantastic feet — smiled — looked at her watch — and said, “My goodness, we’ve been walking on you for almost two hours! Are you ok?” Now, folks, she had managed to actually never get off my head and turn it so that she walked on all sides, yet she had been dancing on my face as if in a trance! She picked up her right foot from my mouth and I managed to croak out “Sure.” She smiled and said, “You probably feel like road-kill that’s been run over for 2 hours. Sure you’re ok?” “uh huh” I again croaked out, and she realized that Krystle & Dana were still “massaging”.

“Hey girls, I think he’s done, don’t you” she kinda whispered, and they both looked at her with disappointed faces. Dana said, “Ah, I was just getting into it, but I guess we can stop if he promises to be here at least 3 nights a week for his ‘massage’.” By then they were all stepping off. Suzanna looked down with a knowing look — “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, will it GW?” “No ma’am,” I replied. “Whenever you want to favor me with a ‘massage’ I’ll plan to come by after work. She then smiled again, looked at Krystle and Dana, and said, “Let’s give him about another 30 or 40 minutes so he’ll be sure to plan to come back” whereupon she immediately stepped back upon my face and the other two jumped onto my chest and stomach. She obviously knew the next CD was a set of disco songs to which they seriously danced and trampled ol’ GW into that road-kill that had been mentioned earlier.

When they finally stopped at the end of the CD, Suzanna never moved from my face as she said, “And there’s lots more of that where this came from and I plan on having you underfoot as often as possible. I know you enjoy being walked on and I absolutely love to walk on you … as do Krystle and Dana plus probably several more of our girlfriends. So make your plans to be ready for a good meal and feet that are going to message you ‘til you’re as relaxed and flat as an air mattress without any air. UNDERSTAND?” I kinda nodded with her feet still on my face, then she and the others surprised me by squatting down together and jumping as high as possible in the air before landing back where they had been standing, then stepping off.

I lay for a few minutes on the floor in shock, then Suzanna walked back over and smiled down at me. “We really won’t hurt you badly, but we’ll take you as far as we think we can into that world of pleasure mixed with pain. I wanted you to get a taste tonight ‘cause I’ve watched you enjoy looking at my feet so I knew you would enjoy being under my feet. I’ll show you things you never believed were possible to survive, but survive you will and you will enjoy it even years from now when you look back on these moments. Then she reached down and graciously helped me to my feet.

I got a hug from each of them and walked (slowly) out the door to my truck.
Well, folks, she told the truth and for almost 3 years I had some of the most wonderful (and painfully ecstatic) experiences with her feet and those of her friends that anyone could hope to enjoy.

Later, if ya’ll want, I’ll share the Step Aerobic story that was seen through her window and gathered 9 other girls up to her apartment … but – of course — that’s for another time. Thanks for reading. GW