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Bus Stop pt. 1 (ID #1342203)
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Well today’s a new day and It’s the usually early morning large crowd of ten or more women waiting together, on a tree lined street.
Why am I here, I’ve been homeless for the last year and a half. The homeless are nearly invisible in this city, and since I’m feeling lost and almost invisible myself, I thought I could get to use this to get trampled into the ground with. When I was successful in the business world this would be unthinkable. I would not want to ruin by business standings. But now let the public treat me like dirt, they do that anyway.
The bus stop is right by a four foot high brick wall. In the summer time a few women can sit on the wall, but now it’s cold outside, in the late fall, about forty five degrees. I like this area since the street is narrow, so the women have really no place to stand apart from each other, just a narrow strip of concrete next to the curb.
I crawl along the ground to my favorite spot, just in the grass area at the side of the bus waiting line. There’s an old drainage ditch, and it’s been covered over with leaves and debris from years of neglect. The park’s department probably will never come and clean up this mess.
This position is best for me, it’s out of their view, under a deep pile of thick leaves, compost and loose grass. This spot is just perfect, it’s almost like being invisible. The leaf pile covers the ditch which is just two feet from the small concrete walk making the bus stop.
This morning it is about six thirty. The women are just arriving to catch the Central City bound commuter bus, for the start of their normal Wednesday work day.
I wait buried under the deep pile, I got here about five AM, dressed from my shopping kart in my black sweat pants, and black sweat shirt hopeful with anticipation that some woman’s leggy walk will land her attractive spike heeled shoes on me.
This strangers foot would crush down firmly on my body, so I could enjoy her hard, unknowing presence on me.
At last, my prayers are answered, here comes my old girl friend Cortney Armstrong. Little does she know I wait for her here. I have gone out with her about two years ago, for several months, before my business failures.. She’s not really seen the real me. I have always wanted her to step on me with her foxy shoes, especially when she’s very angry at me. But today is a new day.
Cortney might treat me like the dirt I’ve become very friendly with!
Maybe I’ll get lucky and her seductive pointy black high heel boot’s will grind on top of me, since the old Cortney, had so little real use for me anyway!
Let me describe my sweet, robust looking Cortney to you. Cortney is just 5’- 5”, but not too slender. She’s a strong, spunky looking woman. She has brown sharp peering shinny eyes. Her body weight is near 135 pounds. This morning she’s the first to arrive at the bus stop near to where I lay hidden under the compost pile.
Cortney’s a accountant at a bank, so she always must look very fastidious in her clothing. She is so stern in her facial expression as her tight, strong legs make her sharp metal tipped boot heel’s click and clack on the cold sidewalk. The soles of her boots, at the same time, make a soft sounding muffled thud, that hides the hard inner firm thrust of her very muscular legs. (She does step aerobics) I wish her thudding soles were now pouncing forward on my chest. Cortney finally stops walking and comes to a standstill, grating her heels on the hard cement, near the leaf pile which I’m laying deep below.
Cortney then stands in a very business like manner. She’s not swinging her briefcase side to side as the other women often do. I love what she’s wearing her black, shinny slender, up to the calf, high heel boots today. Since Cortney is not so tall, she always wants to wear heels to make her look taller and more commanding. As I look at her boots from just below ground level I notice that Cortney’s boots have dark brown discolored leather soles, which show off her brown leather boot bottoms, as I closely watch her standing, maybe two feet from me. I would love to lick her boot bottom’s clean. I wish only that she would be standing on top of my chest. I want to feel her total weight crushing down on me as she rests her feet on me through her thick thigh muscles of her strong shapely legs.
It would be also so good if Cortney might then rest one foot with her boot’s pointed toes against the side of my face, I would go into euphoria if that ever happened. My sweet Cortney has a habit of standing still with her full weight on just one of her boots high heel’s wobbly thin shafts.
Now I see her not so clearly, I dare only poke one eye thought the tangled mess of the leaf pile.
Cortney has angled one foot up on her pointed heel. If she stood on my body that with her boot’s heel poked on my chest, I would surly die under her hot tempered, heavy stepping, pose. But that’s one of the risks I’m willing to take to get the most suffering I can get from this foxy and strong no-nonsense looking female.
Cortney presently does not seem to notice the mound of leaves that I’m buried under.
I get excited just looking at her blackened and soiled leather boots grinding on the ground so very close, yet so far from me. I know that I’m stealing a look at her. But I’m now thinking that some day she could be grating her scented foot’s seductive heels down on my chest out of hatred of me for when we parted our way’s, it was very messy deal.
Oh how I’m throbbing at the scent of Cortney’s Monday morning shower fresh perfume, as it wafts over the ground towards me. I now see her scrap one of her alluring boot’s metal heel tips through the pile of debris. Her raised pointed toe moves is aimed at my face as she wiggles her foot side to side, tipped up on her right boot’s mean looking, thin high heel’s. Her metal tipped boot heel makes sand marks in the concrete.
Cortney does this to I think, relieve the boredom of standing in one spot for almost 5 minutes with no one to talk to before the bus arrives each day. She effortlessly pivots her full body weight on her one slender shinny heel.
She looks so attractive while poised on the sleek cosmopolitan styled black boots as the wobbly backs of her erotic high heels show off her sexy looking leggy profile.
I hesitantly place my hand through the leaves near to where I think Cortney will angle the sole of her sleek foot down next. The sole of her size seven boot is just the right size to crush me under her rigid strong standing poise.
Just think, if Cortney’s heels were on me now, there would be blood stains up on the backs of her slender black heel shafts, as her forceful legs made her pointy heels grind deep and sink down mighty into me. After a few slow passing minutes, Cortney then shifts her foot and again places most of her weight on one of her strong looking foot’s sole quickly down.
Cortney’s foot lands with a soft thud in the leaf pile, but to have made that much noise her foot and thigh must me very solid. Cortney still has not stepped on my hand. I have judged wrong once more. Cortney places the sole of her foot this time close nearby the pile where my hand is. I watch to see how she angles her foot by pivoting her weight once more on her slender heel.
I crave that she was now standing on me. Cortney’s soft sun-tanned skin gets tense as she stands firmly again on only her one nearby and visible, thin alluring black heel.
I am so close to her legs that now, I can now smell her tempting body’s fruity perfume, mixed in with the strong leather scent of her boots.
I feel the slight warmth radiating from her body heat, under her winter coat, as it streams towards me thorough the crisp morning air. I get excited with anticipation.
I press my rod, which is now a stiff member, solidly against the ground, in order to help me imagine, my dear sweet Cortney is now standing solidly on top of my dick. I still long for that she would sink one of her slender black shinny heels deep into my stomach.
To think that such a luscious woman is so close to me, yet in reality so far. Such a simple thing as her black leather boot can get me so very excited. Cortney’s beautiful body and with her hidden manicured toes inside her strong looking black boots, which she herself, probably does not spend much time thinking of.
Yet to me, if I am lucky enough, she will step on with her foot me for maybe a moment, or perhaps even for a few seconds. What joy it would be if just for a few moments she would place her pointy toe on my hand.
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