written by Heelvector
original source of the story was Unknown source
I like to go to large sold out or near sell out “multilevel” concerts. You know where girls are standing on the field steps benches/chairs dancing in place. Their weight beautifully shifting from leg to leg foot to foot in time to the music..
After partying in the parking lot getting “primed”; the hot outdoors summers night and the music. The energy of girls dancing at a concert can be awesome.
At this concert there were very long concrete steps interfacing the field; to the upper level. This was packed with standing people. I saw a space on the steps between two standing girls and sat down. On my right was a tall girl with long straight dark hair wearing tight light colored jeans. After sitting there a couple of minutes I looked up and saw her legs and the curves of her beautiful “backside” moving to the music.
When she moved to the music her feet pretty much stayed in one place. My heart was racing. I moved my fingers facing up along the warm summers concrete; to the heel of her left shoe; which was moving to the rhythm of the music. Finally my finger touched her heel. I don’t know the exact type of shoe she had on except that it had a wooden heel 2″ or so with a black rubber type sole nailed on.
I gently tried to put my finger under her heel but she did not lift her foot up enough to get it under. This went on for a little while. Then she looked down at me. I thought maybe she knew maybe I was bugging her. It was time to move on. I pulled my finger abought a inch from her heel she was really dancing in place. I just turned my head to the left getting ready to leave.
When I felt intense pain I looked back to see her heel was on approx. %50 of the tip of my index finger all her weight on her left foot. But this was no simple crush. I felt a very fast moment when my fingertip held her weight I was like her weight “hung” on my fingertip for a fraction of time Then the weight of her beautiful body continued onward downward as if my finger were not there.
My finger was being crushed by a part of her shoe heel where; a part of the sole was missing. What was left were nails and jagged wood. My fingertip somehow went sideways as it was crushed But her foot did not slide or twist. Now she was really lifting her feet up and down which allowed me to (lucky?) escape.
I looked at my finger and the tip was ripped open torn across and mashed. The skin slid up on my fingertip. It was really bleeding. I thought the best way to stop bleeding is pressure. So back under my finger went . Only this time the same fingertip was on the side of her heel, not the back where the nails were.
She was moving so much I was afraid she would completely tear my fingertip off. She looked down at me, she knew. I put my other finger under her heel and crush rip again. I figured I better get out of there before she killed me. So I wimped out. Before I left I looked at my fingers tips she saw that. She looked dead at me with a smirk not missing a beat we BOTH knew god how I love women. It was great and I would do it again in a flash.