True experience while grocery shopping 15 min read

I need to share this experience that’s just happened at Sainsbury’s!!  I usually hate shopping so I try to rush through and get it done as quickly as possible.

Tonight, though, as I walked in the store this lady caught my eye. She had on black stiletto boots, quite well worn with a little bit of mud on them as if she had just walked through a wet yard.  The boots went on to her thigh, with a pair of skinny jeans tucked into them. As I looked up I saw they were being worn by a tall lady, probably mid to late thirties, long dark hair, slim figure.  Attractive.  Looked wealthy.

The boots fascinated me for a moment.  They were unusually sexy to see in a grocery store – as if some supermodel stopped by to pick up a box of cereal after her photo shoot.  I also love to see boots in that condition (well worn, even a bit dirty).  So this woman had my undivided attention.

I listened briefly to the clacking of her sharp heels on the tile floor as she walked into the store.   But as we both got through the front door we went our separate ways and I assumed that would be the end of that.  But oh what a vision she had been !

I continued with my shopping that night, thinking only of my meals and snacks for the week. But my path crossed with sexy boot lady again as she entered the bread aisle. She was coming towards me and I couldn’t help but look at her, if only briefly. I tried to check her out as discretely as possible.  Just a quick peak at her boots as she’d stopped in front of the bread rolls section.

Out the corner of my eye I saw a single roll fall from the table to the floor.  She looked around slyly to see who was watching her.  Then, as casually as possible, she stepped forward onto the roll with her stiletto heel and stood on it.  I knew this wasn’t just and accident since she took a moment to aim her heel right before landing it on the roll.

Thigh boot lady then picked up her boot and stepped down hard on the roll with her pointy toe.   As she casually looked at the items on the table in front of her, the roll was ground down into the floor,  her boot turning and twisting harshly time and time again.  I could see from her hip that all her weight was being put on that leg.  But she was totally playing off the roll destruction as if it were nothing.

She then picked up a full pack of bread rolls and pushed her trolley off to continue her shopping, strutting past me as I stood in amazement.  The stepped-on roll was left completely flattened and had been ripped apart as it had been ground into the hard floor.  It had also picked up some of the filth from the lady’s boot as there were specs of dirt all over the few surviving pieces.  I so wanted to run over there and eat them all!

I continued to shop, still replaying in my mind what I’d just seen.  It was like I was in a trance.  This beautiful lady deliberately squashing a bread roll under her sexy and muddy boot right in front of me.  It was so perfect.  Was this a dream ?  Was it a complete accident ?   Or could it have been something else ??

A couple of aisles later our paths crossed again. This time I could see no possibility of anything getting “accidentally” crushed under her boot.  So I plucked up courage and moved closer to where she was shopping. In my coat pocket I had an old mobile phone that I was just about to replace.  So I pretended to look at the tins on the bottom shelf right next to where she was standing.  As I did so I nudged the phone from free my pocket so it slipped out onto the floor.

I pretended I hadn’t noticed, picked up a tin and went back to my trolley. I moved along the aisle a little further to watch her reaction.

I tried not to get noticed but she gave me a half smile as she moved herself to stand right beside the phone, maybe an inch away. She then looked down at it briefly and started teasing the phone under the same muddy boot that had previously mushed the roll.   She was twisting left and right gently at first while she read the label on a box of spaghetti.

She took a quick glance around to check who was looking and then lifted her other foot from the floor so that all her weight was now concentrated on my mobile phone. She continued to stand on it, even bouncing slightly, with her left shoe in the air.  I could faintly hear plastic cracking as the phone case slowly gave way with her entire body weight crushing down on it.

What happened next really did get my attention.  She stepped off of the phone and had both of her boots back on the floor. She then glanced around  another time, looked at the phone and lined her stiletto up with the phone screen. She then stomped down hard with her heel straight onto the middle of the screen. This made a loud crack so now I had an excuse to turn and look fully at her.  And she caught my eye at that very moment.

I walked over to her and said “I think I dropped my phone on the floor, have you seen it?” She smiled and looked down, almost commanding my eyes to follow hers down to the boot with my now smashed phone under it. Her stiletto heel was directly on the screen, which had been smashed beyond repair.

The lovely booted lady bent down and casually picked up my phone.  She  said innocently “Oh, I must have stepped on it.”

She looked straight in my eyes as she handed my phone back.  The keypad had bits of dirt on most of the keys and the screen was just a shattered mess.

“Yea”, I said, not knowing what to do next..

She asked me coyly, “Did you enjoy what I did to your phone?” while a knowing smile emerged on her face.

I was now speechless.  I thought I’d been so careful to make dropping it look like an accident but I now knew she’d done it deliberately. I didn’t know how to respond.

After a couple of seconds silence she said, “I hope you don’t mind?”.

“Erm” was all I could manage.

But she quickly carried on, “I thought you’d like it since you seemed to enjoy my little performance in the bread section.  Pity the poor clerk who has to clean that up that mess.” as she flashed a cheeky grin.

By now I realised she knew I’d dropped the phone on purpose so I decided that I’d be brave.

“Yes” I replied. “Do you normally just step on things in public ?”

“Not normally” she replied, “but I thought you’d put it there deliberately for me. I noticed you were looking at my boots as I came in.  And you couldn’t stop watching me crush that bread roll.  So I decided put on a little show for you with your phone”.

She then asked, “Do you normally drop things for women to step on?”  This lady was totally outing me and my perv.  But she was doing it in such a pleasant fashion, I didn’t mind at all.

I told her I’d never dropped anything for a random girl to step on before.  So this was the first time.  Then the pretty lady softly asked if her performance  excited me. I told her that I had had a friend who used to step on stuff of mine.  I was kind of a babbling idiot at that point.  But she was still all calm and beautiful and friendly.  Totally in charge of the situation, but in a really nice way.

Then I stammered on about how I really did like the look of her boots, worn and slightly dirty. She went on to explain she’d taken a short cut across a muddy bit of the car park on the way into the shop.

She knew I had admired her boots.  She knew I had watched her crush the roll.  And she knew I’d dropped the phone deliberately.  This woman  actually seemed intrigued and curious rather than freaked out.  So I took the boldest step I could.

“What would happen if I dropped to the floor right in front of your boots ?  Would I get stepped on too ?” I asked her, my voice wavering.

She calmly responded “Nothing would happen right here in the store.  But if you follow me out to my car, you’ll find out.”

I was speechless !

“Have you finished shopping yet?” she quietly asked.

I told her I just had a couple more things to get and she explained she’d be finished in about 20 minutes. We agreed to meet at the doors.  And then she just calmly walked away down the aisle, browsing the items on the shelves.

I finished first so I put my groceries in my car and returned to wait for her at the registers.  My heart was pounding, my palms were sweating. I wondered if this was sensible plan or not.

Lost in my daydreams I didn’t even notice when the pretty lady walked right over to me.  She said  “So you really are waiting?”  with a little laugh.  And then she added ” I’m sorry about your phone by the way” and made a brief pouty face (which was adorable).

She led me to her car, again taking the shortcut through the dirty part of the car park.   The recent rains had made a large portion of the bare ground quite muddy. But the thigh booted lady just walked right over the filthy expanse without a care in the world.  In her wake she left clear triangular toe footprints and stiletto heel gouges deep into the mud.   You didn’t have to be Sherlock Holmes to conclude a woman in high heels had walked this path.

Thigh boot lady told me she’d move her car to the back of the car park and if I really wanted to find out what would happen, to follow her. I was nervous but very excited.

She drove her black Jaguar to the back of the car park, reversed her car into a space and got out. She pulled out a packet of cigarettes from her purse and lit one up.  In doing so she looked like a sexy advertisement for smoking from the 1960’s.

The car being reversed in meant that she was in the muddy part at the back of the space where the hedge row was planted. I approached her car, nervously, and she smiled. “Come round here” she said as she beckoned me to the drivers side. There was one parking space in between her car and the car park wall so the likelihood of anyone seeing us was small.

“Ok then, lie down and you’ll find out what happens to things in front of my boots.”  And she took a big draw from her cigarette & leaned her head back to seductively blow the smoke into the air.  Seriously, the more I was around this woman the more I thought she probably was an actual model in her younger days.  She just had that vibe.

I laid down next to her car and undid my jacket. It was cold down there on the damp ground.  Even though it was mostly dark, she was towering above me.  I could see the cigarette ember glow orange as she took another puff.  Then she looked down at me laying at her feet.  Kind of taking everything in with a short pause.  Enjoying the moment.

With the cigarette hand now by her side, the booted woman said in a kind of mean / dominant voice “So now you’re going to find out.  Things that are in my way get stepped on”.  And her spike heeled boot landed right on my chest with all her weight.

She seemed not to care at all that I was wearing a white t-shirt as she stepped up onto me with her muddy boots. It was then I also realized just how worn her stiletto heels were.  Neither boot had a heel cap left on it.  So both heels had their metal cores protruding.  Not that it mattered much.  Those heels were tiny so it was always going to hurt when she stepped on me.  Now, with the metal tips completely exposed, it just hurt a little bit more.

My new booted friend just ignored me and smoked as she slowly and deliberately walked all over my body.  Didn’t even hesitate to flick her cigarette ashes down on me as needed (which made me feel even more like the floor).  Just pacing back and forth, never looking down.  It was as if she were simply strolling down the street.  There was no concern that an actual human being lay beneath her boots.

As slim as she was, the lady was still tall so she carried a bit of weight with each step.  Probably 60 kg (132 pounds) or a little more.  And her heels were so thin that just by stepping on me she was covering my chest with heel tattoos.  Those tiny heels were just boring down into to me with each step, my thin t-shirt providing virtually no resistance to her high heel trampling.

She remained silent through the five or so minutes that she walked all over  my chest and stomach.  She didn’t acknowledge me in the least, making me feel like I was some  inanimate object.  I thought she had almost forgotten that a  human being was under her boots.

Finally she looked down and asked me if I were enjoyed this.  I smiled back at her, slightly out of breath.  With her entire weight planted in the middle of my chest she then gently spiked my penis with her other boot heel. I had a raging boner at this point so I guess she already knew the answer to her question.  The lady continued to grin at me as she then moved her left foot from my penis to hovering directly above my face.

At this point I got a little scared, the whole experience being so surreal. Here I was being trampled by a beautiful lady who’s name I didn’t even know.  This after watching her casually destroy my phone. I was lying at the back of a dark car park, alone, hidden from view by her car and now her boot was hovering above my face.

For a moment I became terrified and thought there was actually nothing keeping her from just stomping on my face repeatedly with her high heeled boot and then driving away.   Or maybe even driving over my body to cover up her crime as she left.  I could just imagine the crazy newspaper articles describing my demise.  All of these strange thoughts raced through my head in an instant and I seriously questioned my judgement at that time.

I could see the light glinting off the exposed metal of her heel as it hovered above my face and she delicately lowered the filthy sole down onto my lips, as if waiting for me to kiss it. So I played along and gave her boot an audible smooch.   After a second or two she twisted gently down on my lips left and right, grinding her muddy boot on my mouth.

A moment later both feet were together on my chest and she was giving me a big smile. This was the first time I’d seen her show a gentle side at all.  She’d certainly not been gentle while heavily trampling me earlier.  It may have even gone onto “light stomping” territory.  But she’d softly teased both my penis with her heel and my lips with her boot sole.

She took one last drag from her cigarette and flicked it away.  Then she stepped off of me, bent down and offered me a hand to help me up. “That’s what happens if you lie on the floor in front of me” she said as she laughed at her own joke.

As I got myself to my feet a bit woozy.  She told me to wait there for a moment and opened her car. She leaned in and wrote something down on a piece of paper for me which I presumed was her number.  When she handed it to me, she said to use it. It turned out to be her e-mail address.

She got into her car, still flashing that perfect smile.  “Sorry about your phone, & shirt.  I hope you’re not in too much pain now.  I could feel my heels really digging into you as I walked around.” she said with a gleam in her eyes.

“Not at all.  I’m on a total endorphin high right now.” I replied. “Thank you for letting me be in your way”.

With that she laughed,  closed her car door and drove off into the night.

I’ve been home a little while now, my t-shirt is filthy dirty and has a few rips.  My chest and stomach are covered in little heel marks, one especially where my t-shirt must have lifted just above my trouser belt where her heel repeatedly landed my bare skin.  But I have that tingle from a fresh trample and my heart is still pounding.  What a rush.