I’m slowly crawling forward under my camouflage of leaf compost. I finally reach within a few yards of Cortney. I then prepare to spread the leaves forward easy reach of Cortney’s feet. But this time a tall woman unexpectedly steps from around the side of the pile. She then in two large steps, pins me under one of her western styled shaped boot heel.
She’s wearing a boots with thick 1 ½ inch black mid high heels. She then moves backwards in one step to get a better view of down the block. Pressing her boots heels still firmer down on side of my body. Her thick tapered heels catch the side of my back.
I feel her warm legs pressed hard against the side of my body. Her thick western boot heels have nailed me firmly to the cold hard ground. I’m feeling so hot, I can crawl no further! My back is pinched by her thick heel resting on me and her sole solidly planted to the ground.
Donna Anne, is a healthy sized woman, 145 pounds, dressed with a tweed waist coat. I look up through a few small holes in the pile to see that Donna Anne is smoking a cigarette. Then, suddenly, Donna Anne, drops her soldering cigarette butt on top of one of my left hand, now only hidden by a few leafs.
I try to shake off the cigarette. But the leaves start to rustle. Then women around me, start to look to see what is causing the rustling leaf noise. I then have to quickly stop. I hold in my breath. I still don’t move my hand as the cigarette butt starts to smolder on top of the leaves. Then Donna Anne looks down. She decides to quickly crush out her old smoke, before it starts a fire on leaves.
She’s then steps forward with her left heel, leaving her right boot’s thick heel still pressing solidly against the side of me. She then places her foot, tightly down on the old cigarette but. Donna Anne then leans forward and is now supporting her full body weight through my hand. I dare not move, since to move, will rub against her other fixed foot, and give off my position.
Pressing on my hand with her left foot, with her rugged sole, her left heel is raised slightly off the ground, so that her full leg, and thigh weight is now committed totally on my hand. Donna Anne then leans forward once more, deeply, on her left foot, just leaving her right boot heel lulling just a few inches off my back’s pinched in skin.
Then while Donna Ann is standing on my hand with her full weight, she lights up another smoke. I know that time crawls wonderfully slowly for me, as I watch her boot’s brown thick heel is raised slightly up to aid in her mashing soles effort against my hand.
But it mean’s nothing to Donna Anne, all the while she’s pressing her tough looking, boot is buried down on my compacted hand turning it blue and numb.
Donna Anne then becomes motionless there, I smell her spent brown boots up close, so close in fact that I can count the stitches in her leather uppers leggings seams.
I see her toes outline move under her boots heavy leather covering along side her pointed narrow toe. I then try to move my nose closer to Donna Anne’s foot front, while I press my body flat down. This is so that when Donna Anne moves back from standing on my hand her raised hard rubber tapered heel then press my back with renewed exciting force under her thick heel.
Meanwhile, Cortney a onetime smoker, is bothered by the smoke of Donna Ann’s cigarette, has rotated her bodies attractive frame on her slender black heels. Cortney boots now familiar to me, are pointed, directly at my face.
I now press my pens down hard against the ground in anticipation of smelling her sexy body again I hope I will be by her boots again. My hand at this time is completely numb. I then glance Donna Anne’s firm thick and stationary western boot sole, parked my hand.
I then look back at Cortney’s slightly moving and pointed toes. My dick gets rock hard from the thrill of all this wonderful, close-up boot action I’m due to receive. I peer upward just in time to see that Cortney looks at Donna Anne for a quick moment.
I feel something is now going to change, as I see one of Cortney’s sharp heels scratch backwards against the ground.
Cortney’s shiny left black boot, suddenly lands just in front of my face and the her other boot then immediately rises up, and then goes almost as instantly up, out of my view. Then she lifts her foot up and streaks to a blur up in my view as it disappears abruptly as well.
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