The Race Track Trample
14-Dec-98 14:51:36

The Race Track Trample

My claim to fame in the racing scene is that I know how to tune a car's suspension system to enable optimum performance on the track. You can have the best driver. You can have the most powerful motor. However, if your car is not "set-up" properly, you are not competitive. During the racing season, I run the scales and inspect the suspension systems of the competitors' cars.

I remember one Thursday, I was setting-up someone's limited late model. It was a Chevy Monte Carlo. There was this cute young girl named Michelle who was the "trophy girl" for the track. She would always sneak up on me and goose me or slap me on the rear, etc., etc. She always wore the neatest outfits and I was especially impressed with her choice of shoes.

I was lying under the Monte Carlo car doing a tow adjustment so my body from my belt down was sticking out from the front of the car. Michelle walks in the shop and sees me. She stepped right up on me and leaned forward past the radiator. I could see her face when she grinned and said, "Hi, Sparky!"

"Hi, Michelle!" I responded back obsequiously. "Love your boots."

She wore these black suede zip up boots with about a three-inch flared sculpted heel. I saw her face disappear and heard this fiendish giggle as she started "marking time" on my abdomen with those big heels. She was stepping right on my member and needless to say, I was getting quite turned-on. When she felt under her heels that she was getting a rise out of me she started giggling again at which time she stopped marching and stood on it with both heels. It was when she started grinding her heels into me with a twisting motion was when I thought I was going to explode!

She jumped off of me when she saw a race car coming down pit road toward the shop. I got out from under the car and stood up. That is when I noticed her footprints all over my lower abs. She started getting giddy again when I brushed myself off. I then told her, "We need to do this more often."

She was radiant. I never before have seen such a pleased look on a girl's face. She told me that she had always wanted to step on guys. She went on by saying that she has always been afraid to bring it up for fear of being stigmatized as "weird". She also said that when she saw me under the car, she couldn't help herself.

"I'm glad you couldn't." I told her. "In fact, you can trample me all you want anytime." At that point, she gave me this bodacious hug.

Thursday is when we close the shop at 4:00. The drivers come in to practice after that. It is usually on Thursdays when I do set-ups. That way the driver has a chance to test it and then I can make any last minute adjustments. After that, it's trample time!

Sparky ---