My Wife's Heels
26-Jun-98 20:18:17

My wife, Rosa, is 27 years old, has silky, black, waist-length hair, and is 5'9" tall. She likes wearing platformed sandals with six-inch spike heels. And I love her spike heels because she can really do some damage with them. She's a full-figured woman with large breasts and a solid, round buttocks, all supported by long, muscular legs. Thus, Rosa weighs 185 pounds, and when she steps on an insect or whatever, it is so badly flattened that it is hard to tell what the "victim" originally looked like! However, it's the deep heel prints that Rosa leaves pressed into things she walks on that I find most sexy.

A couple weekends ago, Rosa and I went to a friend's wedding. She was wearing a short, white dress (the hemline crossed high on her thighs--enough to cause some of the older "comadres" to throw disapproving glances our way), nylons, and white, thong panties. (Rosa loves the way they pull up so snugly into the deep crack of her ass). She was standing on a pair of clear, open-toe sandals with platformed soles and six-inch, spike heels.

Well,we did a lot of dancing, but mostly we ate...and ate...and ate some more. In fact, Rosa said she felt like she weighed a ton. (In fact, I noted how easily her spike heels sunk into the lawn off from the patio where we were celebrating, but all women's spikes do that, of course.) Driving home, I made the comment that some hot, passionate sex might take off a few calories; Rosa smiled and said that this was what the bride and groom must be doing about now. Then, walking the cement path to our door, I pointed out this Japanese beetle hypnotized by the flood light. Rosa knows of my fetish so she simply walked on the beetle--"Crunch!"--and it was all over! She said, "Ooops!" and smiled at me, and I suggested we try something different for crushing this evening.

Several weeks ago I had bought a miniature train set with all the small buildings, light posts, fences, people, track, etc. It was set up on an 4x8 foot plywood panel setting on the garage floor. We walked into the garage, the sound of Rosa's spike heels giving off that high-pitched, metallic "Click!" as they struck the cement floor. I put a CD of soft music into the CD player, took Rosa into my arms, and felt her large 42DD breasts press into my chest. I reached down, pulled up her skirt and began to massage the firm mounds of her buttocks. Then, I backed her over the little village and miniture railroad. There was the sound of plastic "Crunching!" and little objects "Snapping!" as they were flattened and smashed into oblivion under our steps. I enjoyed the gentle sway of Rosa's hips, her soft cheek touching mine, and the feel of her long, silky hair. I heard the plywood surface "Snap!" under Rosa's spike heels. We danced, and danced, and kissed, and touched--after a half hour we were in bed having the most passionate sex I can remember in recent months.

Later, I went to look at the miniature railroad--INCREDIBLE! Almost nothing left--just smashed, crushed pieces of trash! There were little buildings flattened and splintered, small railroad tracks bent and flattened, and the plywood, pressed full of tiny dents and holes from the extreme pressure beneath Rosa's steel-tipped spike heels!

Love you, Rosa--my exotic, sexy, well-built Latin Lady!