Leaf Man Part 3 7 min read

Cortney is pressing her boot’s sole from her shifting hips, her body is forcing her boot’s sole around my throbbing hand. I also love her tantalizing-looking foot profile, as I see her ankle shift in small movements side to side still balancing fully on boots narrow edge of her sole, as her soft tender toes go along for the ride.

Cortney then has suddenly shifted her whole body!

Cortney’s foot is now pressing her narrow sole harder on my hand. I would love to scream out in pain. The agony grows more as she now shifts her body totally on me in one quick solid movement, now focusing on my mashed hand. Her boot sinks still deeper into the pile of debris.

But this time not as far, as my hand supports her foot’s total downward descent against the ground. Her black boot now rest’s only on some thin leaves as her sharp metal-tipped three-inch heel, waits to catch the rest of my hand under its pointed pillar of pain. She again raises her boot’s heel slightly up from the surrounding twigs, by supporting her sole’s firmly pressing down on my hand.

Miss Armstrong’s thin frame rests immovably down against me, but only her boot’s sole presses deeply as she rocks it back and forth on my hand.

It’s not hard to imagine my whole body under the warmth of Ms. Armstrong’s sweet-smelling fruity perfumed body, as tremendous pain floats across me, radiating out from my crushed hand under her booted foot.

Cortney now only has to focus her sharp pointed black heel against my hand or to step on my upper arm for me to be in total rapture of pain and delight. She’s now slid her seductive-looking leather high-heeled boot forward!

Ohhhhh! She’s mashing down my hand with her heels! The pain is wonderfully intense! As the ever-hardening packed pile of leaves and twigs aids in supporting my hand against her one sexy… diamond-shaped pointed heel bottom!

I stare closely at the back of her black leather boots, the pain wafts deeply…. over…. me!

I’m in the joy that at last, my best gal is standing with her full weight on at least part of me. I dare not breathe, in fear that she might feel my hand under her heel, and become alarmed. I don’t want her even to walk away on her own. I look closely at the back of her heel to see what about her boot on me makes me feel so hot. I see that her boots are leather.

I then move my nose as close to her slightly undulating foot as I dare. One of her boots’ heels is still digging uncontrollably deep into my webbing between the thumb and finger of my throbbing hand. My nose is now just inches away from Ms. Cortney’s boot’s sweet sweat smelling tempered leather instep.

I get hotter even more as I smell her soft-looking leather boots smell. It seems to be a wonderful leather smell. But I also smell Cortney’s own scent, I see her black shinny pointed but slightly worn toe tips now slightly move up and down against my hand, as she now shifts her body’s 115 pounds between her warm leather boot-covered feet. The larger area of her sole is now compacting down strongly on my knuckles and wrists. I have a full sideways view of her black shinny pointed foot profile and the rippling contours of her boots’ leggy uppers.

I see some of her toes outlined in the boot’s thin black leather covering. She is now pressing her sweet toes through her thin leather boot tops. She’s slowly preparing to move her foot upward and forward. Ms. Cortney’s Armstrong’s slender heel boot will then take another bite of my hand as she slowly slides the whole boot’s sole’s rough leather bottom painfully forward on my skin.

Cortney then suddenly pivots on her other foot’s shapely heel, it grinds the cement with a crackle. I watch it scrape the ground close by my face, and then she lifts her foot up over my head to go to my other side. While she does this, she shifts her weight again to her other boot’s sole which is still fixed tightly down on my hand.

I see her narrow black boots heel backs swing toward my view, as she continues to pivot her sandy boot’s bottom sole painfully on my hand. Her full body weight is now focused on this one boot. I see her firm leg, push her cute boot in a one-hundred eighty degree turn on me as I feel my skin is creased up, twisted blood raw under her hash sole.

My hand shows raw muddy red rubbed skin. This is the part I could do without. A little blood now is wiped on her worn sole bottom, poor Cortney will wonder where it came from. She will think probably think it came from a bug, she will be partly right.

Cortney continues to turn around so that she can watch another woman walking quickly toward her. With Cortney’s other boot heel, she snaps it firmly and swiftly around, just catching my same immobile arm under her now well-positioned two sharp jet black heels.

Then with both of her heel’s coming firmly down and resting on my arm, she’s now mashing on her boot sole deeply into the webbing of my hand and thumb with her heel of the boot that has its sole still parked tightly on my hand. How wonderful it is to have this erotic women’s very weight focused on me.

I look intensely at her two black and rounded shiny tapered back heels. Her sexy foot profile, as I see her wobble her heels in my skin from her boredom. But as for me, I’m in constant torment, but also pure bliss under her tall slender heels. As I look at her slinky-looking boots on me, I can get only her tantalizing foot on my hand. I am in rapture with her and this painful agony, she is still so unaware of me. The look of her black slim boot heels mashing against my hand without any hope of my control over it! This is pure joy.

The feeling of her cold torment on me! I know that the sidewalk can’t control who walks, or stands on it, neither can I now!

Another woman then comes walking slowly by and stands right in front of Cortney on the bus line. Cortney now gets annoyed at this and lifts her now warm and familiar foot off of my hand. This removal, let’s the cool street air greet a big red bleeding welt growing on my throbbing hand. It’s in the pattern of her small pointed diamond-shaped heel. Then Cortney’s other scented foot moves forward past me, next to the tall woman. Cortney’s beautiful boots, now several yards from me, stop on the cement as she stands there at rest.

I see at the bottom of one of Cortney’s heels shafts has a little wet spot on it, most likely is the sweat from my hand. I feel a closeness now with her foot. She wobbles on her tall heels, side to side, on the cement walk. I still get hot looking at her cute shape that was just standing on me. I wish my hand was under one of her heels now and still getting the biting pain from her long thin black heels. It’s a shame it’s being wasted on the unfeeling cement.

I’m still enjoying the throbbing pain left by her warm leather, scented foot in my hand. Cortney and the other woman then get to talking. I move my hand to my face and take a closer look at my mashed raw red hand, and feel warmth in the pain that Cortney has given me.

I smell my hand, It smells of Cortney’s earthy leather smelling boot. It even as a faint triangular outline of her boots pointy leather toe mashed into it.