Leaf Man – Part 2 7 min read

I continue to press myself down forcefully on the earth in anticipation of some sort of action I might get by her or any one of the other wonderful-looking women’s feet now standing near me. I’m so excited about all the other women’s legs and shoes that I can see stepping all around now, their gathering on either side of this high leaf pile I’m now below. I hope I might just get Cortney to make a small step of her foot to land on me. If not I’ll be happy just to get someone else’s foot to grind down on me.

I then, dream a dream, If I can’t have her standing on me, I might as well pretend that her long, thin legs are grinding her hard sharp thin at the bottom, shinny black stabbing heels deeply into my hand.

I then try to get her to make my dreams come true, as I crawl slowly, closer, quietly slowly ever so slowly forward. I try to be as close as I can to the pointy toe of Cortney’s boot.

Some of the other women standing next to me will surely plant their dusty shoes on me soon, if not my old girlfriend Cortney! I fight the feeling of shooting off my load in my pants as I press my penis firmly against the cold ground.

Still, there are other women nearby, maybe one or two of them will walk forward and stand by chance near me. They are now so ever so close to me, but no one has stepped on me as of yet! Even by accident. I then decide to make another effort and move very slowly again still closer to a group of women about five feet from me. I think that under the cover of this thick and dense refuse pile is my best hope.

As I slowly inch along, like some dirty brown underground animal. I spread more the leaves ahead of me carefully, so I have more of the deep cover.

I must make it seem as if the wind was blowing the debris here. It seems to have worked, Cortney, thinking the wind blew the more leaves near her stylish boots, now walks forward, then steps up and stands on top of a new thick loose-leaf pile.

If I was under that pile, she would not have noticed the difference between me and the ground. Her shiny black boots sink down quickly into the dense but soft pile of leaves, grasses, and dried twigs.

This is perfect, if she happens to stand on my body, she will think it’s just more soft leaves.

As Cortney stands, I see her stepping down slowly, again and again, on the same soft and matted down spot. She seems to be enjoying crushing the leaves and dried twigs under her spicy sharp-looking boot’s hard sole.

Oh!… How I wish she was stepping down on me instead of the unfeeling, rotted leaves!

I continue to creep up slowly, almost too close to her feet. I don’t want to reveal my presence to her, as well as all the other women about me. I continue to crawl near where she now stands. She’s still pressing her feet up and down and slowly into the now almost a flat portion of the compacted leaf mound. I then carefully move my fingers forward. I grab a nearby twig and push its end so that it just slightly extends out of the pile. The twig is now just touching above the back of her leather-covered calf.

It sticks up and rests, as if it was just naturally there, just above her boot leather legging.

I want to get her to move her foot up again off the leaf pile. This time she raises one foot off the surrounding leaves. As she raises her foot high over my view, I am so close I see the bottom of her boot’s sole.

Her leather sole, now covered with sand from the concrete and crushed leaves makes a tempting triangular wear pattern. Cortney now has her foot raised over my head. I would love to lick her dirty gray leather sole clean for her.

Cortney also has some small grasses still clinging to her sole’s triangular wear pattern. It’s from being mashed to its almost wet grass-covered surface. I wish she would rub those same soles across my face. I also now see her up close.

I see Cortney’s sculptured sharpened black heel that is now tantalizingly elevated over my head. Its heel’s metal center point of her shaft is gleaming as the early morning sunlight catches its wet surface from the mashed-down grass.

Cortney’s now standing balanced on her other strong attractive muscular leg as its supporting heel slightly wobbles for just about a few short seconds.

I watch in anticipation to see as to how to place my hand just under the surface of the pile for her strong thick powerful thigh to make her foot step down on me.

I hope I’m luckier now! Cortney then, scratches her raised sun-tanned back foot calf with her slender brown and white fingers.

She then quickly aims her sweet feminine boot, almost straight down. she drops and angles her foot, with her slim, heel outstretched beneath her boot. Her slender boot’s heel goes quickly back into the hole through the flattened leaf area that she’s been working on so diligently.

I quickly judge where her leg might make her boot’s sole follow her heel’s descent.

I move my hand carefully through the pile just underneath her now unstoppable plummeting black streak.

My hand is now hidden by her legs downward stomp to my projected landing zone of her foot.

I then wait a few suspense-filled half seconds.

Cortney’s strong sun-tanned slim thigh then stands powerfully down!!
“A muffed crushing sound of the damp leaves and dry twigs, a crackling sound is now heard.”

Wow!!!… Oh!! Boy!!…. I’m successful!!!

She now has caught my hand under her now cold, damp, and gritty boot’s sole. The time I’ve been waiting for is here!

My Dear beautiful looking, wonderfully stirring, Cortney’s boot’s sole is partly standing on my pinched hand!

How magnificent, energizing looking!

Cortney then quickly re-steps her foot again. She now stands completely with her whole sole on my hand.

Her right boot’s massively firm and sharp-looking, metal-tipped pointed toe slightly overhangs across my hand. The pressure from her weight above me is intoxicating and splendid as I smell her French perfume and the sharp spicy scent of her well-seasoned leather boot.

I go into ecstasy as I fantasize that Cortney really knows that I am under her.

She loathes me so much, that as proof of the many arguments we have had in the past, this time she proves it by making sure to grind my hand just as firmly as she can under her foot. She wants with all her desire to spit in my face, as she stands defiantly on me with her unyielding and well-placed polished glistening black boot.

I imagine that Cortney hates me so much that when I beg her to move her foot off of me, Cortney sinks her boot’s heel harder against my hand and twists her foot on my fingers, just like she would do on an old cigarette butt. As she does this, she smiles down at me, just for added spite!

But in reality, Cortney’s foot is just resting not hard but firmly on the top fleshy part of my hand while her other, boot, is about nineteen inches away from my face. I hear her foot cracking the little pebbles under her other foot as if she is still buttressing her full body weight on that leg. Cortney just stands still on me and does not move any of her well-planted feet.

Cortney’s boot is compacting my hand whiter in color as her gold-colored metal pointed toe’s front edge is pressing all the blood out. Cortney now stands so still, as it appears that she is just waiting for someone else to walk by for her to talk to.

Slowly as if boredom has set in, she rolls on her boots sole, to her outside edge. Cortney then presses her boots quarter-inch side edge on my hand. The pain is ferocious, as her now emotionless sideways boot’s hard sharp side edge cuts and pinches unmerciful deeper into my skin just as a torrid but dull knife edge.

Dear Cortney, my dear sweet Cortney, does not move her cute sharp-looking sexy boot. But then, as I feel more pain in my hand. I see her boot’s erotic-looking black shinny curved sole now gets more contorted down about my hand.