written by Hurtsogood
original source of the story was Unknown source
I was just outside my favorite department store one evening having just purchased a couple of new button down shirts for work. I was getting in my car when a lovely lady came walking out of the store that I recognized from my kid’s school. She was one of the other teachers there (not my child’s). Very good looking so actually hard to miss. Maybe early 30’s, slender figure, long blonde hair tied in a ponytail that hung to one side. Totally stylish and sexy in a low-key, “I come from a posh family” kind of way.
I wondered why I had not noticed her inside given that she was wearing a beautiful pair of brown high heeled boots. In any case I waved and walked over to her car which was parked maybe 10 yards from mine . I said “Hey, do you work at East Rochester Elementary ? I think I’ve seen you there when I pick up my daughter after school.”
A big smile crossed her face and she said “Yes, I do. It’s so nice to run into our students’ parents out in the wild.”
We made small talk about the school for a bit and I mentioned how much my daughter enjoyed the teachers there. That seemed to strike a very responsive chord in her and she appeared to be completely at ease. It was just the two of us in the big parking lot at this point.
As we chatted I tried to oggle her boots as discreetly as I could. They were knee high, brown leather with thin soles and rounded toes. Had a nice polish to them that would occasionally catch the gleam from the overhead parking lot lights. High heels about three inches (7.5 cm) tall. Not spikes but a more professional rounded heel about one inch (2.5 cm) in diameter. Really classy looking.
Throwing all caution to the wind (because I was definitely entranced by her boots) I decided to go for it and see if I could get her to walk on me. So I decided to try the old “back walk” routine. I said “Hey, my back is really killing me and I need somebody to help me with it. Normally I’d ask my wife but she’s visiting her sister right now in Syracuse.”
Responding with a concerned look, GorgeousTeacher asked “how can I help ?” in a very empathetic manner. I took that as a good sign.
I said I noticed her boots and said that they looked almost exactly like the ones my wife had. I said her boots were perfect to provide the pressure needed to fix my problem. I just need to lay down and have you walk on me for a few minutes.
She looked at me curiously and said that she had never heard of anyone who needed treatment like that. GorgeousTeacher said she wanted to help but was not sure she could.
Since she didn’t start screaming or jump in her car & lock the doors, I took that as a good sign. But any more conversation at that point would have been met with doubt, so I just walked around her car and layed down face up. The parking lot was empty and nobody could see us from far away. “It would be doing me such a big favor. My back is really aching from that softball game earlier in the week.” A complete lie but it sounded good.
GorgeousTeacher took a step toward me in those wonderful boots but then hesitated. “Are you sure this is the best treatment ?”. And I replied “Oh yeah, it’s done often in Asia.” Another lie but I applauded myself for such quick thinking.
GorgeousTeacher gave an unsure “OK” and lifted her boot up. I could see the well worn leather sole with all kinds of dirt and gunk on it. No doubt she had worn those boots often around the school and had stepped in Lord knows what.
But then she paused and put her foot back down, saying “shouldn’t you be laying on your stomach if you want me to walk on your back ?”. I responded “No the best and most direct way is to apply the pressure from the front. It straightens the spine more directly that way.”
She seemed to be worn down at this point and gave me a resigned “Well, if you say so. You’ve done this before.”
And she lifted her boot and asked if it was OK to step on my stomach. I nodded vigorously and she proceeded to step on me full weight with both boots. Her heels sank in and she just stood there. “Doesn’t this hurt?” she asked. “No” I replied confidently. “It’s just the thing my aching back needs. I’ve had this done lots of times.” She was holding on to the side of her car but didn’t really seem to need the assistance that much. With that kind of balance, was this woman a former ballerina ?? I told her she should walk back and forth between my chest & stomach, which she proceeded to do.
After a minute or two (when she saw I didn’t die) she seemed to become more comfortable with it. I was in heaven needless to say. She was so pretty and she had on those beautiful, well worn boots. Her outfit was a brown knee length skirt that matched her boots and a tailored brown suede jacket that stopped at her slim waist.
For the next several minutes she walked up and down on me as if nothing were out of the ordinary. She seemed to become more and more relaxed with it as each minute ticked by. And I reassured her several times with things like “that’s perfect” or “this is a really big help for me”.
So with that good foundation established I decided to really go for it. I told her my neck hurt the most so could she please place her boot on my face and push down hard. GorgeousTeacher said that she really could not do that but I insisted that I would be OK and that my wife had done this dozens of times. That seemed to encourage her just enough. She frowned at me but finally gave in.
Her boot sole hovered over my face for a moment as her high heel was carefully maneuvered into placed on my chin with the sole of her boot on my forehead. She then exerted a little weight but not much and then pulled her foot back immediately. I assured her that it was OK and that the more pressure, the better for my neck. Again she put her filthy boot back right on my face and actually this time stood up with all her weight, balancing herself with the just the toe of her other foot touching my chest. She stood there for about ten seconds and stepped back to my chest while looking right down at me.
GorgeousTeacher said “I can’t believe this is helping you.” I replied “you have no idea”. And with that she laughed and said “I think I’ve left a boot print on your face.”
I said “Just pretend I’m some principal you really don’t like.” And she grinned and replied “Don’t say that or I may start stomping on you!” Which was an even bigger turn on.
She walked around on my chest and stomach for a while more, even putting her boot on my face again from time to time without my prompting. I was in heaven. She did always steer clear of my nether regions. Which I was actually grateful for since I had a huge erection at that very moment and would have been exposed as a boot weirdo (if that wasn’t already clear).
At that point the lovely lady said that she really had to go. She stepped off of me and said she hoped my back was feeling better.
I said if you could give me just one more good push as you get into your car, that would be perfect for my back. So she opened her door and, to my surprise, she jumped up onto my stomach with both boots, heels first, which caught me totally off guard.
I gasped for air as she just stood there for a couple seconds and then walked up to my chest twisted on her left toe and got into the car while she closed the door. I saw a smirk on her face like “well, you asked for it!”
I kneeled by her door and caught my breath as she rolled down the window. I thanked her very much and said my back felt like a million bucks now. She said that she was glad to help. She flashed her perfect smile at me and said that she could get used to walking all over the parents for a change.
As she started her car she gave me the standard “Maybe I’ll see you at a Parent-Teacher conference in the future.” But she warned with a grin. “Be careful. At those meetings I always wear stilettos.” And she drove off. I was just left standing there, totally stunned.
Sadly GorgeousTeacher never walked on me again. But I did see her a few more times when I’d pick up my kid from school. If she ever caught my eye, she’d always wave at me and smile warmly.