When I was young, one of my favorite tactics for getting my fingers crushed unknowingly was to get under the wing back chair in our living room while a female was reading a book. I could sneak into the room from a hallway behind the chair. I had many wonderful times there. I only got busted a couple of times when someone would walk into the room and my finger was pinned so I couldn't escape without being noticed. I learned to wait until my parents would go to the store or run an errand so I could get the full enjoyment out of it.
The very best times were in the summers. My parents would be at work and my Aunt would come to town for several weeks at a time. She was in her late 30's and was always buying the very latest in fashion. Fortunately for me, these were the late 70's and large heels, platforms and wedge heels were the rage.
I had two of my best crush experiences on back to back days. The first morning, I woke up and very quickly found out "the stars were perfectly aligned."" My parents were out of town, we had a huge thunderstorm, the cable TV was out and my aunt was wearing white, open toed, wooden soled Candies. They had about a 1 inch soles and a 2 inches heel with the rubber lug soles (tread like a hiking boot). When she found out the cable was out, she sighed and said "Oh well, looks like a long day, it's raining, so you're stuck inside, the TV's out so I won't be watching my soap operas. I guess I'll grab a nice, long book and settle in."
When I could finally catch my breath, I said that I would be upstairs in my room and might not hear her if she called and if she needed me, she'd probably have to walk upstairs to get me.
I acted as if I was of to my room, but I stayed in the hall and watched as she picked up her book fixed a glass of iced tea and headed for the chair. I waited for her to put the glass down on the table, turn on the light and turn her back to the chair to sit. As soon as her back was turned, I slipped into position. She sat down and crossed her left leg over her right. When she did, she lifted her left heel to get settled. I slipped my index finger under the heel up to the first joint. She lifted her sole, then her heel and then her sole again, twisting a little bit on her heel trying to get comfortable with that "little bump" in the rug. I thought I was going to cum right then!
I was always mesmerized when she was around because she had active feet. She always rocked back on her heels, dangled the shoe on the leg that was crossed over, twisted on her heels, etc. Today was no different. From the first moment she stepped on my finger, she was twisting and grinding mercilessly, not knowing I was there. This would go on for over two hours!
At one point, I got a little concerned. She had lifted her sole so all the weight was on her heel, smashing my finger. She slid her foot back a little ways in the shoe which increased the pressure tremendously. Her sole was crushing down into my finger so hard that my skin was filling the ridges of the tread on her heel. She finally slid her foot back into the shoe, but then she quickly pivoted on her heel, turning her foot to the side. My finger rolled to an odd angle which hurt greatly. I was scared because I didn't know whether she was going to peel the skin off or beak my finger. Fortunately, she straightened her foot fairly quickly because the phone rang. Unfortunately, when she straightened up, she slid her heel back onto more of my finger. Then, she stood up with all her weight on her left foot (and my finger) and took her first step by uncrossing her leg. The pressure was so great my knuckle popped. I was scared to death because I thought she broke it. When I realized she hadn't, I could not believe the damage.
I should have quit, but I couldn't resist. I spent the rest of the day alternating which finger was getting crushed. I'll get into the next day later!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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