Just wanted to share a memory with everyone. I remember several years back when I was working at the box plant. There was a very pretty lady by the name of Jennifer who came to work there shortly after myself. She was blonde, in her twenties same as I was, and yes she had very nice blue eyes:) I don't generally go for blondes, but I would have been only to happy to date Jenn if she hadn't been married of course. She was very athletically inclined, and her figure, well I'll let you do the figuring..hehehheee.
Anyhow she had very nice, shapely legs and feet and I had admired them for quite some time when my chance came to see them in action. It was the middle of summer and most of us were wearing shorts, especially the women, because it got soooo damned hot in that plant. Where I worked in the shipping department there was this HUGE bug zapper suspended above the entrance to the bay. The doors were frequently left open there and lots of bugs got in ,hence the need for the bug zapper. One day as I was almost done for the day I heard a really loud ZAAAAAAP and I went to go see what poor victim had been fried.
There on the floor, stunned but still very much alive, was a large wasp. I considered what to do about him when I saw Jennifer coming out to meet me so we could make our accustomed journey to the bus stop. Inspiration struck and I went over to her smiling. She greeted me happily and, as we walked towards the large bay doors I drew back. She looked at me and then looked down at the wasp I was staring at as if I hadn't seen it until now.
It was slowly crawling away, still stunned enough that it couldn't fly, although I knew that wouldn't last long.
"Jenn, that wasp is gonna be real pissed when it gets flying again, I don't want to get stung by that thing, could you please step on it?" I made it seem I was quite afraid of it. She took the bait.
"Dont worry," she said. "I hate wasps." (that I hadn't known, lucky me:) She walked over to it, her white leather thongs flapping on the concrete like an insect death knell. She raised her lovely foot and placed he toe over the crawling wasp. I knelt down to get a good look and, as I did, she stepped down with the toe of the sandal, placing her weight forward on to her toes and pressing down cruelly. I heard a loud wet crunch as the unfortunate (wish I was that unfortunate) bug was flattened to the concrete, disappearing beneathe her sole. When she raised her foot the wasp was still moving, crushed but still trying in vain to crawl away. She stepped down again..and again, determined to end its pathetic life. "They are tough to kill," I said, hoping to spur her on. The next time she put her toe on top of it she pressed down real hard, squishing sounds came from underfoot as she began to grind it back and forth, her heel in the air, her ankle twisting seemingly effortless. I swear she did this for about thirty seconds or more, I can't be sure. Then she slowly smeared the remains across the concrete..rubbing her shoe back and forth and smushing the remains into a wet spot.
"Its dead now," she said. From my kneeling position I had to agree. She wondered why I was kneeling, so I looked relieved that it was dead and she seemed to accept that. We walked out to the bus stop where, as an afterthought, she wiped her thong sole on the grass. I was in awe of the power of this lady.
I can never forget the look on her face when she finally ended that worthless life...I KNOW that she enjoyed it..that smile is just unmistakable. I would kid her about it from time to time thereafter, but I never had the chance again to see that..so I am grateful for the one real crush that Jennifer gave to me. If I had ever had any doubt about my fetish, I knew right then...I was hooked:)

Look down, lilbug:)<