New York This story is about an experience during my childhood, just days after I had my first wet dream. It happen quite a long ago, but I remember it as if it just happened yesterday. My aunt and me have been traveling too much, jumping from job to job, but finally we got to New York, which remind me Jennifer Lopez movie, Maid in New York. As well, my aunt is Hispanic, but I was born in Chicago. My mom died and I had been living with my aunt ever since. When she got this hot job in a very elegant hotel in New York, and she worked all day long, making overtime a way of life. She got popular replacing anyone and soon everybody knew her. I got bored after a while and during my vacations and I decided to help in the hotel to get a couple of bucks or snacks her colleagues gave me. It was fun; I couldnt imagine that a hotel will have that much business running in the background. With time I was everybodys helper and everybody enjoyed having me around. I knew everybody and everyplace in the hotel, within some weeks. I started to get a foot fetish due to all the relations with women and as well by having a dominant aunt, which, even though she take care of me, she liked that I massage her feet or polish her shoes and boots. She got very beautiful feet size 8, with French pedicure. Some times I had to have a very low profile, and that meant to be almost on the floor or hiding under a table or bed. One day I was in the lounge room having a Coke and some ships. Her supervisor, Ms. Ashley wanted to talk to a couple of cleaning ladies including my aunt, so as soon as she spot her, she grabbed me and pull under the table which fortunately had a very long table cloth. All the ladies gather to the table and I just leaned towards her. I could see everyones shoes, including Ms. Ashleys nice brown boots. Surely they were knee-high boots. Her pants didnt cover all her pointy-toe boots and when she crossed her leg, I got a chance to admire halfway her booted leg. The presence of so many womens footwear gathering around under the table was intoxicating me. My aunt just game a quick kick just to make sure I didnt make any awkward movements. I wanted to touch those boots. I could see the bottom of her soles, which barely had any dirty. The brand read, Guess on the sole and as I turned my head I could see that she was number 9.5. Quite a big foot, then I started fantasying that I was rubbing her feet or licking her soles. It had a very pointy toe with a different brown color and a heel that would crush any rock to pieces. After 15 minutes, I started to get horny and my dick was as hard as stick. I still had some chocolate mini-bars with me, which were melting, in my hand. I though M. Ashley was a Giantess and fantasizing that I was a little chocolate man. To took one, peeling the wrap off very quietly, and place it just near of the tip of her boot. Then when she started to rock her left boot on the heel, I slide half way the piece a little bit further, when all of a sudden she brought it down. I dont think she had felt something, but the tip of my bar was under her pointy toe. She made a quick twist, and then the complete bar was under her sole. I could see the entire bar crushed under her smooth rubber sole. After a couple of minutes crushing the bar she crossed her leg that was resting under my chocolate. As she crossed her leg, Ms. Ashley tripped with the supporting bar, however, she just let her boot rest on it sideways. While my mind was on the chocolate mini-bar being crushed, my tongue was dripping thinking how nice will be to lick that leather pointy boot. My aunt gave a kick on the ribs accidentally, making me feel almost to the point of spontaneous combustion. I the supporting bar just besides where here boot rested, feeling with the upper part of my fingers the smooth texture of the elegant and expensive Guess boots. Then, with a quick move, I slide my hand towards her other boot. I just let my hand go, but before I knew she crushed my fingers with her warm sole. I noticed she the uneven part of the bar, which were my fingers and started to move her self to get more comfortable. Then, I couldnt believe it, she started to felt the bar, crushing my fingers, which were in hot agony, and before she could place both boots over the metal bar, I grabbed it as hard as I could. She should have felt some comfort as she crushed my fingers under her soles, because she actually positions them just over them rocking them. The arc of her boots was resting over, which was then I considered I have made a great mistake, because her thin heels were actually grinding my knuckles to the metal bar. I could see the mini-bar all squashed under her sole, thinking what could have happen if I was to meet a Giantess in high-heel boots. Most of the chocolate was stuck to her sole. What a predicament. I wanted to grab the mini-bar, but my hands were pinned under her boots. As she talked, she placed weight from foot to boot. I was there for some minutes, looking the lovely boots. Time was eternal for every second seemed to be minutes. Then she started to lean back, but her boots rocked towards me. I have to turn my wrists down to avoid having any contact with her soles; otherwise I would be detected and could get my aunt in a great problem. I couldnt see the damage she was inflicting me on my hands, but I could fell the pressure. When I thought that nothing worst can happened, it did. She took her right foot and placed it over her left foot. Now, all the weight of her legs was on my right hand. Now her sole was the one over my knuckles. Even my left hand was spare for the moment; I barely could move my fingers. I could see some blood marks and skin peeled. It must have been an hour, when everyone was dismissed. My aunt gave me a kick again, and left. I saw everyone leaving except for Ms. Ashley. She stayed there making some notes. Then she stood up and walked away. I could see how she left a trail of chocolate on the carpet.
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