Re: Re: More Boot crushing 20-May-98 19:24:37

This may not be what you're looking for but it's true and it's all I got... One of my landladies a few years back had a daughter, about 30, blond, and good-looking. She did not live in the house but occasionally came over to do laundry. The weather that fall was bad and one day I arrived back from work and found her in the kitchen polishing a pair of brand new, black, knee-high dress boots. They were spectacular and so I spent the evening chatting (which is something I would not normally do). A week goes by and she shows up again to do laundry wearing the boots. Once she was done, she put the boots back on and walked into the kitchen where the cat was laying on the floor. She then accidentally stepped on the tip of the cat's tail and the cat let out a "meowwwch!". This really got me excited so I went downstairs to my room and dumped my garbage pail into a bag and also grabbed a donut box. I then went upstairs and made as though I was doing my weekly garbage dump. By this time she had her coat on and was prepairing to leave. When she was standing by the recycling bin I said "could you step on this?" indicating the box. She said "sure" and took the box, dropped it on the floor, and stepped a few times on the box, crushing in the center. She then picked it up and threw it in the bin. A week later, she was back to do more laundry so I tried to repeat the success of the week before. I collected my garbage and included a cereal box (with a few wheaties left inside) and a Pringles chip tube. I again asked her if she could flatten them and she took the tube and dropped it to her boots. Stepping down on the tube, the lid popped off and she smiled and said "squish" as she stomped down with her other boot. I was transfixed by the movement of the leather of her boots as they flattened out the tube. Once she was done with that, she took the cereal box and dropped it in front of her boots. She then stomped down on the center, then the corners, the boxboard crumpling quite loudly beneath her weight. As she stepped on the bottom of the box, I could hear a muffled "crunch, crunch, crrrrunnch" as the last few wheaties were crushed under her boots. I was so turned on, my face must have been beet red. She diden't seem to notice, she just finished stepping on the box then threw it in the bin.

I hope this rather long story was worth it. It sure turned me on recalling it.