written by Unknown author
original source of the story was Unknown source
If you are anything like I am when it comes to reading these stories, EITHER you think …they are made up… or worse yet… “Why can’t they ever happen to me”? If it was not for the grin on my face and the fact I WAS there… I would not believe my luck…
I am visiting the USA after an extended leave and thought it would be nice to go to NYC for St. Patrick’s day. After a great night out with old friends as they were to return to work that Friday, I planned on my hang-over being on the commuter/Metroliner train that runs between NYC and Washington, DC. ONLY a few hours (which I later regretted was way too short!) by train where I would be able to sleep it off. So much for the plans of mice of men.
Arriving with only a small overnight bag at Grand Central Station, I proceed to buy a ticket on the local (being a cheap bastard and also was in no rush to return to DC), The Express runs hourly but the local is only when there is another train passing through –like the one from Boston to Florida.
I noticed there were many university students among the regular type travelers and remembered that their “spring break “ was about to start.
Florida is one of the “Hotspots.” I put on my iPod and sat in the middle of this sea of beauties with tight jeans and ‘lovely legs’ also waiting for their train. One set caught my attention. She had on these open back clunky 3” heels, which she kept playing with by taking her foot out and toying with them as they fell over and she had to pick them up with her toes.
She was about 5’2”, 20-22 yrs old, big brown puppy dog eyes, olive skin, and a body to die for. Very proportioned, petite but one could tell she worked out. I later found out she was a ballet dancer at the Am. Ballet Theatre School. What gave it away, besides her chestnut hair in the typical tight hair bun, was in with her many bags her “dancers’ bag”. (For those who do not know what they are: it is a large sack-like bag that is thrown over their shoulder, which holds, their leggings, shoes, spandex or other workout clothes, and basically their world as they go to rehearsals and the studios– one can smell the many workouts that have been living in them). I could not keep my eyes off her dark blue socked feet playing as we passed the time until boarding. I am sure she caught me looking at them once or twice… and just smiled whenever our eyes met. I was glad I had my ‘little bag’ on my lap to cover the effect she was having on me. I had to stop fantasizing about being under those feet and heels, so I tried to start a conversation with her.
To break the ice, I told her I used to be a stagehand/roadie in theaters, then asked her if she had problems with ‘shin splints’ (a common ailment with dancers) she said” no “ but “Always had sore feet”. (I was all smiles inside as I offered to massage them while we waited.) Just then… The train was called to board, and she said she had to go… with a disappointed look on her face, she said “You’ll have to owe me, ok” As she began to struggle with more bags than hands. I offered to assist her because it was also my train… With my heart racing… she said “Good… maybe we can sit next to each other and you can make good on your offer”. All I could think to say is “Yes Milady” and like a Diva, she simply took my bag and made me get all of hers. With many other passengers rushing for the track, I could see her ahead as I wrestled with her stuff. As she darted into the train, I had to work my way through the crowds and when I got to the compartment I saw she had taken two rows and flipped one to make it into a facing quad (some of these seats you can press a footswitch and it flips around so people can always face the direction of travel.
She had placed my bag diagonal and had her feet up on the double seat next to her. I was told to place all her bags on the seat on top of my bag with no concern if I might have had breakables in it. I was glad I only had a change of clothes and a few toiletries. Then climbed over in order to sit facing her by the window. With that, she placed her feet between my lap on the seat in front of her. “Well I hope you are comfortable…(with only ½ a seat between her bags and her feet taking up my space-as she had both seats in front of me)…I am, as it will be a long ride”. I learned her name was Tara and that she was Aries. We talk some more until after the conductor took our tickets… she said “all right, now to work. I partied all night and now you have to make good on your offer….” (Just one look in her puppy eyes and she knew I was a sucker) She was curious about our fetishes and what I would do in order to have the privilege to be so close to her feet, rubbing and soothing them. Jokingly I said I would not mind being under her feet for the entire trip that brought a smile to her face as I could see her mind at work.
We talked about what we were doing in NY, me going to see friends after being out of the country and the fact she was going to be a Prima Ballerina someday, and would “walk over anyone to get her desires”. And that she was going to meet up with her girlfriends and party in Florida for the break. The conversation was filled with innuendoes and small talk until as I was getting relaxed rubbing and caressing her feet… “Enough” she barked “find out where the club car is and bring me back a diet coke.” Without even asking if I wanted anything… I had to climb over her bags again because she did not even bother to move her legs. I was really beginning to like this girl! (Pity she was about ½ my age)
As I walked up and down the aisles, all I could do to stop from smelling her foot off my hands. When I returned I saw she had moved her bags to both sides of my seat and had her cell phone next to her. I handed her the drink and puzzled tilt of my head about to ask, “where do you expect me to sit? Are you going to move your phone? So I can sit down?” As I took a breath to ask… With a smirk “ Here lie down on the floor so we can spread out”. I thought she was being strangely kind so I could sleep but that she did not realize that I am taller than the double seats next to the other as I placed my head against the window. So I had to keep my legs bent so not to be in the aisle of people walking by. “Comfy?” as she dropped my bag on my chest and I put it under my head… then she moved her legs so all her bags covered me and only if you looked closely, you saw there was someone on the floor. I felt her begin to rub her feet on my chest and face and had to breathe in her socks and I kept hearing her giggle when she thought I was not paying attention. While massaging those fine peds.
I thought I heard the conductor yell out ‘Newark, NJ’ and realized, I had only been at her mercy for an hour or so. I did hear the female conductor chuckle when she stopped by and saw her with me on the floor below. (I guess as long as you pay your fare, they cannot say ‘How’ you have to ride!) As the train pulled into the station… she said … “quiet… do not move” as she placed both feet on my face. She had a phone call and I thought she did not want to let me disturb. I returned to my duties as people boarded.
Then suddenly… I felt my body get crushed. Like someone added weight to her bags. I heard loud girl’s voices and then a foot pressing between my open legs… three more girls had gotten on at the station. And one was reaching to drop her bags on top of Tara’s and using my groin as a footrest as all the area close to the aisle was already taken. I thought for a moment that she knew I was under there, but their voices did not indicate it. As one walked on top of the bags to get to the window seat over her friends. Tara said “girls I want you to meet our personal foot and leg massager for this trip… with giggles and voices of joy only Katia knew I was there as she called Tara to find out which car number she had gotten onto. And she dropped her bags on me so I would be trapped knowing the others would follow suit. Now I was trapped under four women’s bags with two resting their legs on the pile and Katia, now knowing that the thing pressing her foot was my open legs… said, in a matter of fact tone… “Hey, there is no room for my little bag? Maybe I can kick it under here and make room…” as I felt her foot first Stomp then removed itself to replace it with her bag in the opening with a kick to make sure it was tight. As she sat down next to Tara with a giggle. As I moaned loudly. She said… “Wow, I must have packed it in good!” meanwhile Tara told to me not to stop… ‘you still have free hands…. Has anyone tired legs bedsides me? “ Just then I felt Meg with her heels press unto my neck and torso in between the bags and say… let’s see what he can do… I needed no other direction. I took her leg in one hand and Tara’s in the other as the train made it’s way south.
Ignoring me for the most part I think they even forgot about me at times… The four girls caught up with what they had been doing, joking around and playing…and delighted that Tara had found an entertainment, even if it would be such short lived.
The most fun for me was when they would switch places each adding their own weight on the bags and then making me try to figure out who was sitting where when they had me spend quality time making their legs and feet relax.
Sue loved having her little size 6-7 sucked, while Meg seemed to enjoy the thought of a soft footrest for her heels and sometimes forgetting, that I later learned we when I got home, was leaving deep marks on my body. Tara was into foot smelling, having me breathe and ventilate her toes… Sue was into having me deep throat her toes. Oh, Katia…. I would of married Katia on the spot!!! She was just someone who liked to feel the power of her legs… Every time she did something… it was to provoke a moan! She would kick her bag, stand up to “get something” always making sure my body was under and she, in fact, she wore thin heels on lace-up boots I knew she loved keeping her calves tight! I kept finding them, buried in my mouth or body while these lovelies were riding the train. The worse part about it was I had only gotten brief looks at them, and from what I saw… it was more than enough motivation to leave a lasting impression on my poor perverted mind. All were either dancer types or just well shaped young women and the thought of a willing male to comfort them did not seem to bother them at all, especially when they were off to have a good time, no matter what and at who else’s expense.
Unfortunately, I had to get off in Washington, and it was a way too short four-hour train ride… but believe me, one I will not forget anytime soon.
When we hit Baltimore/Washington International Airport stop the conductor informed them… “Ok now, your fun is over girls, you will have to let him up soon, his stop is in a few more minutes” (I never realized she knew all along what these girls were doing to me. But later, smiled at me and said “next you ride Amtrak, you could come to take care of my tired feet” and winked as I got off.) As I was dug out of my position, I looked each one over and they then each one thanked me with a kiss and smiled a precious smile… I looked at Katia and thanked her for the boots… she just stood 5’6 and ground her heel into my foot. “Pleasure was all mine, and pain yours I hope.” Tara said “I am so glad you were kind enough to help me out… I hope to see you sometime,” as she gave me her number. ‘next time I am in the big city…etc’ I remained breathless and stood there in front of these four women of my apocalypse… wanting so much to buy a ticket all the way down to Florida (24-hour ride!). But 4.5 hours were enough to let me know what heaven was truly like meeting these four devilish angels!
It just goes to show that dreams do come true if you are nice to others.
“No good deed goes unpunished.” I know I am going to be nicer from now on.”
Hope I did not bore you all …but Now I believe in the “Luck of the Irish!!!”