So there I was in the library looking for a book on how to use Lotus Smart Suite. As I was looking I could hear a heavy clomping sound echoing throughout the room. I listened and tried to figure out what it was and where it was coming from. I wished it was a gorgeous woman clomping around, but I figured my luck wouldn't be that good and returned back to my quest. The clomping continued and curiosity got the best of me. I went out amungst the rack of books looking for the source of the sound. I passed by one row and found it: a gorgeous red headed girl about 18 strolling up and down the aisle looking for a particular book and wearing a gorgeous pair of 6 inch chunky platform heels! Perfect crushers. I gazed down at the shoes and remembered all the stories I had heard about guys slipping their fingers under women's heels and getting them crushed by "accident". I had tried to do this a couple of times before, but never with any luck. I watched this girl gaze through the rows of books and noticed she was slowly pacing up and down the aisle, stopping and rocking a heel back. And these were platforms, so I imagine she wouldn't feel it if she stepped on something and crushed it.
So I went down the same aisle and pretended to look for a book on the bottom shelf near her feet. As luckk would have it she lifted the sole of her left shoe off teh ground and balanced it on the heel. I slid my hand under her shoe and waited, hopeing, hopeing. Crunch! She brought her foot down right on my figers. It barely hurt as she had noticed the uneven flooring and quickly stepped off and apologized. I told her it was okay and that I doubted she could hurt me. She was a thin girl, not annorexic, but not weighing a lot either. She looked down ay her shoes and said that with those on she could propably crush my fingers flat. I scoffed at this and put my hand back down on the floor, dareing her to try.
"Okay," she said coyly accepting my challenge and steped back onto my hand. I could tell that she wasn't putting much effort into it at first, but she gradualy increased the pressure and the crushing really became intense. She was really pressing down hard and it felt as if my bones were going to be snapped like twigs beneath her shoe. Finaly I gave in and she just smiled at having proved her point. I apologized for seeming rude to her and offered to help her find the book she was looking for. She accepted and gazed up at teh upper shelves, wondering if it was up there. But despite the added height her heels had given her, the books were still just a little out of reach and no step stool was to be seen. I offered to let her use my body to step up on and give her a boost. I explained that I wouldn't get down on all fours and let her step on my back because I was afraid that she may not be able to keep her balance. But if I simply laid down on teh floor, it would give her the extra boost she needed.
"Won't that hurt?" she asked as I lay face up on teh floor. I told her not to worry about it, I'm used to women walking all over me, and added that she would not only be the lateest, but the prettiest as well. She chuckled at my come on line and stepped up on my chest. The platforms felt like they were going to crush my chest in and I was in heaven. She looked around teh shelf for her book and started walking along it's length. She was so intent on finding teh book that she momentarily forgot what she was walking on. I looked up and saw the sole of her shoe descending on my face. I wear glasses and didn't want to get them broken, so I quickly turned my head to receive her foot step instead. Her large heel landed squarley on my jaw and her [platform sole just crushed my skull. Oh it felt so good. She realized what she had just stepped on and quickly stepped off and apologized for hurting me. I joked that it was an honor and a privilage to be hurt by someone as beautiful as her. She laughed and continued looking for her book, walking back down the other end of my body. She stepped on my stomache and it felt like my guts were just getting squashed. Again she became so engrosed in her search that she forgot what she was walking on and stepped right on my balls, crushing them under her sole. I then nick named her shoes nut crushers. She twisted her foot and her heel came down on the head of my cock, squishing it into my body. She pulled a book from teh shelf and was so delighted at having found it that she started bouncing up and down with glee, her shoe still planted firmly in my groin. She realized what she had done and stepped back apologizing. I told her she could step on any part of me she wanted. I made it sound like a joke, but was dead really serious. She got off of me and asked if I was trying to pick her up. I admitted I was, that that's why I had come down this aisle and pretended to look for a book. She asked why I tried to do this crouched down on the floor.
"Don't you like men fallling at your feet?" I joked.
"I like them falling under my feet,: she laughed in reply. I lay back down on the floor, chest down and told her I wopuld love to be under her feet. I laid my head right by her shoe, offering it to her to crush. She smiled and placed her foot on my head, this time with the sole crushing teh jaw and her heel digging into my skull.
"You said I could could step on any part of your body that I wanted?" I told her yes, she could. "Your face," she said. "I want to step on your face." I rolled over onto my back and she stood over me, a leg on either side. I took my glasses off and saw the thick platformed sole come down on my face, crushing it. My lips kissed the bottom of her hell, tasting teh dirt thet was ground into it. When she finaly lifted her foot off I could see a smile of contentment on her face. I rolled over and kissed teh toe of her shoe, not quite knowing how she'd react, but I just pretended that I was joking around. She looked down at me and told me to use some tongue, and make sure I got all the dirt off.
Then the light turned green and I was awoken out of my day dream. What had really happened was that when I had placed my hand under her sole she brought it down and just grazed my knuckle when she realized she was about to step on it and moved away apologizing. I was still so pumped at teh thought of getting my fingers crushed under those platforms that all I could think to say was that's okay. Then she found her book (on a lower shelf) and left. Sigh :-(