Lindy’s Boots 7 min read

Her name was Lindy. She was the adorable, BBW daughter of a local farmer and rancher. I was an auto parts salesman at a nationwide franchised store in her town. How I initially approached her, I don’t recall, but we couldn’t have been further apart in lifestyles. All I know is that we ended up texting each other back and forth. I was living with a woman in a bad relationship. We’d decided to split up and go our separate ways when the lease expired on our apartment in another 2 weeks. I was basically free to do whatever I wanted with this girl, except that she was a good 15yrs younger than me, and her parents were well known in the area and friends with the manager of my store.

Nevertheless, she and I chatted, texted and talked whenever she came by the store to pick something up. One warm, summer day, she blew me away. I was used to seeing this country girl in jeans and boots. She showed up in a t-shirt, shorts and flip flops. She had adorable little feet. About size 8’s I’d guess. She got the oil she needed, smiled and left. My mind was racing. She texted me from her truck about 5 minutes after leaving the store “Like what you saw? “ I gulped as I responded back. That was the first time I remember mentioning her legs and feet.

Over time we talked more and I opened up to her about my fetish. It intrigued her. She’d never heard of anyone who enjoyed being trampled. She’d never had a guy who’d just sit and rub her feet. Who was I to deny her these pleasures?? One morning at work while I was texting with her, I told her to come by when I had my lunch break and I would give her a proper foot massage. I watched every tick of that clock. Every time the minute hand moved, I was watching. Eventually my lunch break rolled around, and Lindy rolled up into the parking lot in a large, extended cab pickup. She met me at the door. “I’m in dads truck today. I thought it would be perfect.” she said as we walked across the parking lot. I have no idea what the others in the store thought about us walking together across the parking lot, getting into the back doors of her truck, and closing the doors behind us. I just knew that as soon as we got into the truck she sat against the opposite side and dropped her feet up into my lap. “Take off my boots and get started!” she laughed. I wasted no time. I pulled off her boots and socks and started her massage. Her eyes rolled back into her head as I massaged her arches and heels and she said “Oh, I could SO get used to this…”. I just smiled and continued the massage for the full duration of my lunch break. “I’ve gotta get back to work,” I told her apologetically. I gently put her socks and boots back on and put one of her boots against my chest. “Thanks for letting me give you a massage,” I told her. She smiled. “Thanks for giving me one! I’m going to get some new work boots this afternoon…if you’d like for me to try them on you.” She had this evil grin. I couldn’t refuse that. Up to this point, she’d never actually trampled me. She knew of the fetish, but we’d never taken the time to actually DO it. “Of course! I work until closing. Come back by around 6pm?” She nodded and we both got out of the truck. She walked around to the drivers side door as I walked back into the store, my heart pounding.

I could barely make it to lunchtime. How was I going to make it till 6pm??

The day never went so slowly. A few minutes before 6, Lindy pulled into the parking lot. I clocked out for my lunch break as she walked in through the front doors. We walked towards the back room as I scanned around for a good place to do this. She carried a bag with her that everyone up front thought was our dinner. They just assumed Lindy had brought food in that bag. I looked around in the warehouse until I’d found a nice little place secluded by large pallets of stock and boxes. “Is this where you want it?” she asked me with a grin. “This looks good, plus you can hold onto the pallets if you need balance,” I told her. “Alright, here we go!” she said as she pulled a box out of the bag. She opened it to reveal a brand new pair of tan, leather work boots with steel toes. She looked at me and said “Lay down.” I didn’t need to be told twice. I laid on the concrete floor. She put her left foot on my chest. “Take that boot off,” she said, “And put THIS on.” She dropped the new boot onto my stomach. I quickly removed her old boot from her foot, and treating her foot like a newborn, I gingerly put on her new boot. She pushed it down onto my chest to seat her foot down into the boot and said “This feels good!” I laced up the new boot and she put her right foot and other new boot onto my body with the same instructions. I finished lacing up her right boot and she looked down at me, her foot still on my chest. “You ready?” she asked. I nodded. “Just be careful,” I told her. “Oh, you’re the one that’s going to need to worry about their safety,” she laughed. She re-positioned her foot on my chest, and then stepped up full weight, with both feet side by side on my chest. She looked down at me and bounced a little. “How’s that?” she giggled. “God, its perfect!” I told her. I looked up at her cute little face, blonde locks of hair bouncing around her cheeks every time she bounced on my chest. I couldn’t help it. I wrapped my hands around her calves. Strong, solid from years of working the ranch. She smiled and stepped backwards, putting both feet down firmly into my stomach. I moaned softly as she rocked back and forth from heel to toe, crushing my insides under her new boots. I could smell the leather, smell the thick rubber sole, even as she stomped it playfully onto my chest a few times. “And you really like this too?” she asked, amused. “Yeah, I do,” I said a bit sheepishly. “Well, I think it’s cool,” she said. She bounced a few more times on my stomach before stepping off of my body. I sat up but didn’t stand. “Would you like to wear those home or would you like for me to put your other boots back on?” I asked her. She was the Goddess right now, I’d do anything she asked. “Sure, put my others back on,” she said. I gathered her old boots next to me and standing next to me, she put one foot on my leg. I removed the new boot and put her old one back on. After doing both, I put her new boots back int other box and put the box back into her bag. I stood to my feet and gave her a huge hug. “That was awesome,” I told her. She smiled. “Anytime,” she replied. “Just let me know when and where.” I walked her out of the backroom, through the store and to her truck. We hugged once more and she climbed into the truck and left.

Sadly these were our only trample times together. Shortly after this, I was transferred to another store in a neighboring town and we lost track of one another