Damsel in Distress 5 min read

A short fantasy about a guy used as a footpath in a puddle

written by Bcarpit
original source of the story was Unknown source

It was a typical late spring day in the midwest. Morning sunshine followed by a sudden downpour only to give way to clear skies. Being an electrician, Bill had spent his share of time out in all kinds of weather. Today was no exception as he had gotten soaked working on some lights in the parking lot of a suburban shopping mall. The workday was done and he was headed to his truck when he was struck by an absolute vision approaching him from the mall.

Beautiful shoulder length blonde hair, about five foot four made taller by the 4-inch heels on the white pumps she wore. She was a goddess in a white floral print dress that showed off her figure and fell just above the knees of her gorgeous legs.

Bill had always had a thing for nice legs and high heels. He watched from the corner of his eye as she walked along, enjoying the sound of her heels on the asphalt. For as long as he could remember Bill had fantasies about being walked on by a goddess like her. Suddenly she stopped and remarked: “Oh, no!” with great distress. He couldn’t help but inquire as to what was wrong. Startled, she looked at him and replied: “It’s my van I don’t know how I’m going to get to it?” she nodded towards a minivan parked all alone in the middle of a large puddle. “It was dry when I parked there this morning but look at it now. I guess I’ll just have to walk in the water. It’ll just ruin my brand new shoes.”

Bill thought this is too good to be true but what the heck, so he said: “Not necessarily, I think I can help.”
“Would you? I’d really appreciate it. Here, I’ll give you the keys so you can get it out for me,” she offered.
“It’s the least a gentleman would do,” he replied, “but I don’t think I’d better get in it since I’m quite wet and dirty and I’d make a mess of your seat. I have another idea. Come on,” he motioned her over to the edge of the puddle.

As he got down on his hands and knees she giggled and asked: “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to lay down in the puddle so you can walk on me to get to the van. I’m all wet anyway.”
“You want me to walk on you, won’t that hurt?” she asked with concern. “Not at all,” he answered as he stretched out in the muddy water.
“I better take my shoes off,” she said.
“No, don’t bother, you’ll just ruin your stockings.”
“But I’m afraid my high heels will hurt you,” she answered.
“I don’t think so. Come on. Don’t worry.”
“Ok if you say so,” she said as she stepped on his calf and carefully walked up his legs.

Bill’s heart was pounding with excitement. “This is really nice of you,” she said as she trod across his buttocks and onto his back, her heels sinking in with every step. She stopped between his shoulder blades to search through her purse for her keys. “Oh, now where are those darn keys… here we go. I can’t believe this doesn’t hurt,” she smiled down at him. “Not a problem,” Bill replied struggling to keep his face out of the 4-inch deep puddle. “Oops,” she paused as she looked at the van. ” I think we have a problem.” “What’s wrong?” Bill questioned. “It’s a little too far to reach from here,” she thought a moment then smiled down at Bill, “I know, here put your head down.”

He was alarmed at what she might be thinking as she gently forced his head down into the puddle with the toe of her shoe. “This will only take a second,” she said as she proceeded to step onto the side of his head with her left foot, her heel digging into the skin just below his ear. Bill’s face was half underwater so he couldn’t breathe or speak. As he felt her move forward reaching for the van the pain was intense but strangely pleasant. He could hear her insert the key into the lock. He also felt her right shoe resting lightly on the back of his head. She was standing full weight on one shoe! he could only imagine how beautiful she must look standing on his head as it slowly sank into the mud.

The pebbles and debris cut into the side of his face but he couldn’t make a sound. “There, I’ve got it unlocked, see that wasn’t so bad,” she said sweetly as she stepped back onto his body to open the door. Just as Bill caught his breath her foot gently pushed his head back down again! “One more second while I get in,” she said as she stepped across his head and into the van.

He pulled himself up on his elbows, spitting mud and looked up to see her smiling down at him. “Oh my, you’re a mess! I want you to know I really appreciate this.” He smiled and said: “Believe me it was my pleasure. By the way, my name is Bill.” “Mine’s Janice,” she replied with a grin. “I hope I’m around next time it rains,” he quipped. She laughed and said: “So do I,” then closed the door an drove away leaving him lying there in the muck. Bill got up and headed for his truck cold and wet on the outside, but awfully warm on the inside.

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