Grape crush – part 2 16 min read

I think I missed the first “ewww”.  But I caught the extended “what” from Yoga Girl and the confused look on her face.  I definitely heard the second “ewww” as Marathon girl turned to move the toe of her sexy boot toward the half crushed grape.  Marathon girl made a face where you scrunch up your nose for a second, like you just smelled something bad.  And then the half-crushed grape finally registered for Yoga girl.  And she made the bad smell nose crunch face as well.

You would have thought at this point, Yoga girl would have just picked up the grape off the floor with a napkin and that would be the end.  But Yoga girl just kind of looked down, uncrossed her legs and pushed the crushed grape with the side of her left shoe maybe an inch farther away.  Then Marathon girl poked it with the toe of her boot, actually touching it.  But the grape stayed in the same place.

After a long pause, Yoga girl looked up mischievously at Marathon girl.  Then she rotated her left shoe on its thin stiletto heel and placed her Jimmy Choo toe right on top of the grape.  She then slowly pushed down while looking at Marathon girl and making the bad smell nose crunch face.  The undamaged portion of the grape gave way with a slightly audible wet “crack”.  Even though at that point we all knew she had split the grape open under her pump, she still kept slowly pushing down on the grape with her expensive shoe, eyeing Marathon girl inquisitively the whole time.  She continued to force the toe of her shoe down until it was pretty much flat on the floor.  When she finally moved her pump back, the grape had been transformed into just some wet mush. It was no longer identifiable as a grape. It was now just a small, moist mound of purple goo on the carpet.

But Marathon girl was up for the (implied) challenge.  She bit her lower lip for a moment and then very slowly stepped forward with all her weight onto the purple pulp.  She was really close to Yoga girl now with their knees almost touching.  Since Marathon girl was standing, however, her boot provided a full bodyweight crush down onto the grape – which was considerably more than Yoga girl could manage sitting down.  So when she stepped back, the grape residue had been completely flattened into the rug under her boot.  It still registered as some wet purple mush but it was two dimensional now, really smashed.  Just a big juicy wet spot.  Marathon girl had a half-open-mouth smirk on her face.  She crossed her long skinny arms across her nonexistent chest and jutted out her hip a little to wordlessly communicate “top that” as she stood there and patiently waited for Yoga girl’s response.

Yoga girl paused for a few seconds, looking up at Marathon girl and then back down to the grape mush on the ground.  Then she grinned and put her perfect Jimmy Choo pump on the spot where the grape remains were and started grinding down as hard as she could from a seated position.  It was like she was putting out a cigarette.  Slowly at first and then harder and faster.  Her heel was in the air so all the crush force was going straight through her shoe’s toe.  For maybe 10 seconds she ground the grape remains into the carpet.  Then she picked up her pump.

At this point the grape had been completely mangled like it had gone through a shredder.  Whatever had been left of the original “grapeness” was now gone.  It was just a mess on the carpet.  And I don’t think it was possible to make it any worse.  So it seemed as if Yoga girl had finally won this odd game between the two hotties.

Then Marathon girl changed the rules.

Marathon girl noticed the grapes on the table.  So she said in a pleasant voice “Hey, those grapes on the table look good.  Do you mind if I have some ?”  And Yoga girl gave an agreeable reply.  “Sure. They’re delicious.”

Marathon girl bent over the table and grabbed a few grapes.  In the process her shirt raised up and I got a perfect view of her amazing ass.

Marathon girl then stepped back and popped one of the grapes into her mouth.  She was all “These grapes ARE good” with a big smile as she surreptitiously dropped a grape on the floor that rolled between her and the table.  “Mind if I get some more ?” she said.  Yoga girl slowly replied “help yourself” and knowingly watched what was unfolding.

On cue Marathon girl stepped forward with her beautiful form fitted boot right onto the grape and leaned over the table again as she reached for the bowl of grapes.  She was looking down at the floor grape the whole time until she stepped on it, so she knew the grape was now under her boot.   She then twisted her boot toe back and forth with most of her 120 lbs (55 kg) of weight driving straight down on it.  Which, of course, completely ground the grape into oblivion.  As she returned to her normal standing position and moved her boot back, the grape had been smashed into a purplish wet glob spread all over the carpet.

Marathon girl didn’t say a word after her little performance.  She just stood there with a mischievous grin on her face and popped another grape in her mouth.  She was bouncing on one hip ever so slightly which betrayed some coiled energy as if she was about to jump up and dance a jig or start cheerleading.

At that point the girls were so engrossed in their little game they were completely ignoring me.  As I pretended to look at my phone phone I was watching these two crush mistresses as intently as I could.  Lunch was finished for everybody so the huge room was almost completely emptied out with people checking their emails, going to the bathroom, smoke breaks, etc.  Maybe 5 or 6 others were still there, all at far away tables.

Yoga girl now took the lead in their little competition.  She replied “Yes, they ARE good.  I think I’ll have some more too”.  And she got three or four more grapes and remained sitting in her seat.

Now Marathon girl was standing there with an anticipatory smirk, closely watching her partner in crime.  She was probably wondering how Yoga girl could top her last move.  She was standing sideways in front of me so I had another absolutely fantastic view of her perfect ass in those tight black jeans.  If that’s all I saw at lunch today, I would have been a happy man.  But this crush fest by two super fit attractive young women with perfect shoes was giving me a huge boner.  I felt like I had a diamond rod in my pants.

So the girls start chatting about that inane TV show “The Bachelor”.  Yoga girl was saying some nonsense when  I saw her put two grapes in her left hand and lean over a little bit while checking out the room.  Determining that she had the “all clear”, she proceeded to drop the grapes onto the floor while not missing a beat in her conversation.  Really I think both of the girls were just making everything up at this point because I doubt either one actually watched the show.  It was all just a front for their little game.

Then I saw Yoga girl glance down and seem to concentrate on the floor.  She was trying to gather the grapes and roll them closer to her with her shoe as Marathon girl was describing the physical flaws and poor fashion choices of the rejected Bachelor girls (so maybe she did watch the show ??).  With the grapes finally in position Yoga girl stepped down on them pretty hard, which split open the grapes and made some internal juice run out.  But they were still kind of recognizable as former grapes.  Then she carefully looked down and placed the spike heel of her Jimmy Choo on the smooshed mass.  And looked up at Marathon girl and completely interrupted her saying “Oh God, that show is such a grind.” while grinding her heel back and forth on the grape mess.

Marathon girl found this so funny she actually bent over and started laughing, which involuntarily highlighted how flat and small her tummy was.

Yoga girl continued to twist her heel on the purple pulp for several seconds.  Then she carefully put her toe back on the mess and crushed any remaining grapeness into the carpet with several firm grinds and twists.  And finished it all off with three or four little stomps to end with a flourish.  She was looking right up at her friend’s face with an excited flush, laughing the whole time.

So then I saw Marathon girl switching a small cluster of grapes to her right hand.  And she said in a lively manner, “Oh, but did you see the other episode ?” while slyly dropping the grapes straight down near her boots.  And then she said “they were marching all around” while she made this goofy face and started marching in place with those great boots right on top of the grapes.  Marathon girl was really swinging her arms back and forth and lifting her knees which meant the grapes were getting stomped on with force and squirting out juice.  They were just getting pounded.  Then she said “and they started dancing” while lifting up her arms and doing a cute little dance move (no doubt Marathon girl was an active NYC club goer) while twisting down full weight with her boots on whatever remained of the grape mush.  Which completely ripped up the grapes and spread their guts all over the carpet.  And added another big, wet dark stain.  Yoga girl was guffawing.

As for me, I don’t know what I was more turned on by:  Marathon girls sexy dancing or her no mercy grape carnage.

At this point the animated behavior of the girls were starting to attract attention from the few people in the room.  And others were beginning to return for the afternoon lectures.  So Marathon girl’s energetic performance ended their little crush match.  The girls realized all this right away without having to say anything.  Marathon girl stepped off the grape detritus she had created as the two chuckled and calmed down for about a minute or so.  But everything was now different.  The tension had been broken so there was no more need for the girls to play.

I think Yoga girl went into work mode at this time and decided to make sure any evidence of their grape crimes were disposed of.  She said “maybe we should get things cleaned up” and discretely reached down with a napkin and tried to pick up some crushed grape residue near her feet.  But it was so ground into the carpet that it made her job really difficult.  After three or four grabs with the napkin she didn’t come up with much volume.  Marathon girl said “sure, I can help you” and proceeded to crouch down with a napkin as well to grab the grape goo on the floor that had somehow survived her vicious stomping and dancing.  But she was equally unsuccessful.

After another couple of futile retrieval attempts I think the girls realized that picking up all of the grape shreds was an impossible task.  The biggest surviving chunks had been recovered but not the multitudes of tiny pieces their shoe and boot grinds had effectively woven into the carpet.

At this point I think Yoga girl realized the hopelessness of their actions so she stood up onto one of the wet spots and just ground down with her pump again and again with a lot of weight on that leg.  But she was idly chatting with Marathon girl while doing this as if nothing was wrong.

Marathon girl picked up on this change in strategy right away.  She stepped over to her previous dance floor and discretely wiped her boots as hard as she could on any remaining pieces of grape.  She was also smiling and chatting inanely, all the while stealthily trying to destroy any leftover bits on the floor.

So the two girls continued to survey the crush zone and walk around it, methodically grinding or wiping their boots and shoes down hard on any places that looked even remotely like there could be some grape residue.  That’s the best cleaning they could do at this point, though it didn’t change things very much.  All this was done while inefficiently cleaning up the table top as an excuse to keep them in that specific area.

It was obvious the two could have continued their wiping their shoes and boots on that rug for another hour but it would not have looked any better.  So the girls just seemed to give up.  Yoga girl gathered all of the refuse to take it to the bin at the front of the room.   Marathon girl said “Hey, give me a napkin.  I want to clean my boots.”  And as Yoga girl walked to the front Marathon girl proceeded to sit down in one of the empty chairs and wipe the pointy toe and then the stiletto heel of her right boot.  While doing so she looked up and locked eyes with me for the briefest of seconds.  I looked away immediately and concentrated on my phone, which had nothing on it at the time.  But for just a moment Marathon girl had been cleaning her beautiful boots while thinking, ever so briefly, of me.

Marathon girl looked away and then back at me again with a scowl, probably trying to ascertain if I had noticed the girls’ little grape crush party.  But I tried to adopt the face of a moron engrossed in his phone on the table and started snickering softly, suggesting that I was engaged in whatever was on the phone, not the real world.  That seemed to satisfy her curiosity (and likely confirm her opinion of me as a dork).  But I kept watching her out of the corner of my eye.  She finished cleaning her other boot, looked up to see if anyone from the front of the room was watching her and then just threw the paper napkin on the floor under the table.  At that point she got up and walked back to her table at the front.  Really more strutted, as was her style.

During this time Yoga girl was throwing away all of her lunch trash at the front of the room.  So her table was completely empty with no one sitting at it.

I used that brief window of opportunity to, rather riskily, make a play for the boot cleaning napkin.  I got up and pretended to tie my shoe by her table and reached way under to grab the napkin as fast as I could.  While doing so I glanced down and got a real close view of all the pulp and wet goo that had been crushed into the rug – so much so that it seemed like part of the carpet pattern now !   What a mess !

I got up, balled up the napkin in my hand (to preserve it), shoved it in my pocket and walked up the long room.  People were filing back at this time and there was a lot of movement since the seminar was scheduled to start again shortly.  I mentioned something about a bad lunch to one of the HR seminar organizers while holding my gut (and therefore covering up my hard on) and went straight to the bathroom, which was empty (but kind of stunk with a post-lunch miasma).

While in the stall I pulled out my trophy and examined it.  There was actually a grape seed stuck on the napkin which made my heart soar.  I ate it, of course.  Then I licked any colored spot I could find and actually tasted some grape flavor.  So I was super aroused again.  I handled myself and within 30 seconds I had blown a huge load into the toilet.  There’s no way I could have held on to all that sexual tension for much longer.

After about 10 minutes of pleasant recuperation I cleaned myself up and went back to the seminar.  The presentation had started but, since I had alerted HR previously about my “intestinal distress”, I was fine.  I walked past one of the big tables at the front where the head of IT sat along with – a few seats away – Marathon girl.  She was watching the presentation attentively and looked all prim and proper like a complete angel.  I speculated that her “dress to impress” outfit for today was completely planned by her, as was her strategic seat near the fat old male IT Director.  No doubt she was subtly trying to use her sex appeal to advance her career.  At a sexual harassment seminar.

I made the long walk down the room and retook my seat.  But Yoga girl was gone !!  The rest of her table had returned and her previous seat was still there but now it was empty.  I wondered if she was taking a bathroom break like me ?  Then I noticed her purse & notebook were also suspiciously absent.   Hmmmmm

I frantically looked around the huge conference room until I finally located her way toward the front against the wall, quietly watching the presentation.  No doubt when she returned from dumping her lunch trash she noticed the complete mess on the floor and just decided to nope the fuck out of there.

I had been hoping to enjoy the heel grinds and shoe pops of Yoga girl for the rest of the afternoon.  That was especially true since she would have been digging her heels into the grape juice or gunk which had been earlier sacrificed to the high heel gods.  But it wasn’t meant to be.  I guess Yoga girl didn’t want to get in any work trouble for her little crush party with Marathon girl and switching seats was an easy way to avoid any responsibility.  Sucked for me.  But oh what a show the girls had provided earlier !

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Looking back on the incident I think the girls were young and bored and probably somewhat resentful for having to waste their day at the sexual harassment lecture.  So I shouldn’t have been that surprised when they played their little game.  And these superfit girls likely had some excess energy that needed to be released after being cooped up all morning.  What I didn’t anticipate was how the two seemed to have absolutely no concern about ruining the carpet or making housekeeping clean up their mess later.  This fact was especially clear given the girls’ efforts to cover up their crimes by making things worse and heavily grinding all of the evidence under their shoes and boots.  Girls in the clubs will drop their cigarettes on the carpets and step on them so that probably wasn’t much different in terms of attitude I guess.  And as hot as she is, Marathon girl totally IS a bitch (or maybe she can get away with being a bitch because she’s so hot).

Anyway I never cease to be thankful for that amazing day when two super hot vanilla girls casually crushed food into the carpet under their perfect shoes simply to amuse each other.