Hand runover by a car Sunday, 21-Dec-97 12:38:16

Many moons ago I had a girl friend who was very pretty. She was a petite 5'2ft, 110 pounds, shoulder length hair who was wearing skirts and dresses most of the time. She also had no problem with lingerie and heels.

In those days, I was too young to admit to her what I really wanted her to do but this fetish of mine is so strong she did work it out.

She was a keen driver and most of the time, for the pleasure of my eyes, we would use her car and she would be driving. So what I used to do when she woud drop me off is to ask her to lower her window for that one last kiss. Then she would drive off ... over my foot!

I think the first time she did not notice. But the second or third time she must have felt the hump because she asked me about it. And I explain that I did this because I liked it and that it was if she was giving me something special when she did it. She said something I did not like: "So you are a masochist!". And I am not and I have always felt funny with that label: I just know what I like.

Anyway, after this when she was dropping me off after the last kiss she would always smile at me. It was a smile of ackowlegment, she knew she was going to give me what I asked for. And with that smile, she had no hesitation to drive off and over my foot she went.

Once we were in her bedroom as I think she was changing close and I was teasing her. So teasingly she came to me with the pair high heels she had just put on. I liked her little feet in heels and I could not resist putting one of fingers under her spike heel. She knew where my finger was and with a sadistic smile lower her heel, lifted her other foot, and with all her weight on one spike heel under which was my finger, she started twisting and grinding. This is did not last long ... a few seconds ... but the memory will be with me as long as I live.

For one of her birthday, I bought her a complete red leather suit. A smart jacket, a skirt 2 to 3'' above the knee, and a pair of red crocodile spike heels. She used to look smart and flashy and in that outfit she did. She would usually wear cheer pantyhose with this.

Anyway, she could be quite temperamental and I remember that day we were going to town when protestors stop cars to distribute leaflet. She was in a fawl mood that day. The guy who try to stop the car did not know what he was doing. She stopped but only just. I knew it had cross her mind to run him over but it was in broad daylight and she would not have got away with it. She took the leaflet from this guy who wanted to tell her about the protest but she did not listen to him and just drove off! Whether any part of his person would have gone under one of her wheels she would not have cared. During all this, my eyes could leave her legs and her spiked heel feet.

On several occasions, I told her that her car was making a funny noise that I had to investigate. So that way, whether she knew it or not she would run over parts of my body. One day, she picked me up whilst wearing the outfit I bought her and wanted to go and change at her place. It was early in the afternoon and I was already wearing casual clothes. I told her that the noise was terrible and that she would to stop for me to check if it is what I read in one of the books. So, she stops in a little lane near a forest and that meant that we could not be seen. I looked under the back of the car and told her I needed to get underneath but there was not enough clearance. So I told her to drive the car where I would have room to get underneath. Which she did. I told her to stop the engine, that I would go under the car, that I would ask her to let go of the brakes very gently so that I could find out whether the "noise" was indeed coming from the rear axle. I don't know if she knew what I was asking her to do but she did not seem to care. I went under the car, on my signal she would let go off the brake and the body of the car would come closer and closer to my chest. Also the first time, I did not forget to put my hand and wrist under her wheel. The driver door was opened and I could only imagine her beautiful legs and feet as this was going on.

When the car would not go any further because it was resting against my chest. I had to focus all the strength I had left to tell her to back up, because the pressure on my chest was quite overwhelming. But somehow I managed to tell her to go on the hump again. She casually put the handbreak on, started the engine, reved the engine, started releasing the clutch before letting go of the hand break. But you know what happens when you do that: The back of the car goes down. But as the pressure on my chest increased so did the stiffness of the hard on! Also I did not forget to put my hand under her wheel again. What a treat that was!

Because of her temperament I ditched this girl friend but I often regret I did!

Before any of you ask. This is no fantasy and all of it actually happened!

GotTrampled