gi305
11-12-2003, 3:32 PM
I just moved to New Jersey about a month ago and am a little depressed about the relation ship I lost because of it. So I thought I would share the details with you.
It started about a year and a half ago. I was living in an apartment in Mississippi for about six months at the time when Sarah moved in next door. Sarah was 24 at the time 5'8" and about 125lbs. We became friends right from day one when I helped her move in. We hung out almost every day after work, took turns cooking diner, watching tv, etc. It was about two weeks after we meet that she came over after work (it was my turn to cook) in a bad mode. When I asked her what was wrong her response was, “My boss is an ass, I have a head ache, and my feet are killing me”. I won’t tell you what she does but her work requires her to dress in office attire kind of what you would see a bank clerk wear not to formal but nice. That day she was wearing a sexy little blouse and skirt set, her brown wavy hair was down around her shoulders instead of its normal bun, and she had on a pair of strappy black healed sandals. I guess her boss had her running little errands all day which were below her position. Anyway I offered to give her a foot message and she agreed. After we finish eating she changed into a pair of my sweats and settled onto the couch for a movie. I started the movie and sat down at her feet and started to message them. I figured she would let me know when to stop but the next thing I know the movie was over and I still had her feet in my hands. So I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she told me with a great big smile no. She did finally stop me about 5 minutes later.
After that first night her foot message became part of are nightly routine for about a week. Until she asked me if she could do something for me in return. It was then that I told her that she could walk on my back for me. She was a little shocked at first and afraid she would hurt me. So I introduced her to shiatsu and reflex ology, which I have several books on. She agreed to try it but was still a little apprehensive. (I should mention that at this time I had no intention of trying to introduce Sarah to my fetish. We were friends and that’s all.) It only took her a couple minutes to get comfortable walking on my back. Over the next few nights I showed her several technics to use on me. It wasn’t long before she admitted to me that she enjoyed walking on me saying it was kind of like needing a big pillow and very relaxing.
It was about two weeks later that I got a solid suspicion that Sarah was enjoying are time together a lot more than she wanted to admit aloud. I had told her the first time she walked on me that she could do any thing she wanted too when walking on me, even if she just felt like standing on me doing nothing at all, that just the weight on my back felt good. Anyway she was standing on my butt, one foot on each check, and slowly shifting her weight from side to side. I had been suspicious that she had gotten turned on several times when walking on me and when I was giving her foot messages, but I was too afraid to bring it up. But this time I had little doubt. I heard her moan softly several times over the TV. She also would walk up my back and stand on my shoulder blades and run her toes through my hair, she even applied some weight a couple times. She stepped off me after about a half hour and went strait to the couch. When I got up and looked over at her she had her sleep shirt pulled over her knees and was beat red. I knew I had to say something but had no idea what to say, and I didn’t want to take a chance of messing up are friendship. So I acted as if I didn’t notice.
A few days later I had an idea of how to bring up the subject. I decided to print out a trample story and leave it were she would be sure to find it. I chose a story called a friend indeed. I think? I found it on this site if I remember correctly. I printed out the story and left it on my coffee table partly covered by other papers. She found it two days later. I was late coming home that night and she was on the couch still reading it when I walked in (we had already traded keys to each others apartments). At first she was mad at me thinking that I had been getting off on her trampling me. I hadn’t expected that response so I quickly confessed all. I told her the truth that for me her walking on my back was just a message from a friend no more, and that it had turned me on a little a couple times but that wasn’t what I was after. After she calmed down a little I also told her why I had put the story out hopping she would find it. She was starting to get embarrassed again so I explained that I wanted to get it out in the open so that we could talk about it and decide if we should stop the messages because I didn’t want to mess up are friendship. She told me she had to thing about everything and left.
To my relief she came over the next morning Saturday as it turned out. We sat down and talked about are situation. I hadn’t realized it the night before but she had taken the story with her. She asked me if I thought we could handle being friends with perks ( think that was how she put it?), like the friends in the story. As it turned out she was very curious about the hole trample thing, So we started playing around with different ideas mostly things we found in stories on the internet. But for the most part an average day would go like this. I would get home about an hour before her on most days. When I got home I would change clothes and go over to her apartment and wait for her, when she got home she would use me as a door mat (walk up me and stand on my chest while I removed her shoes. From there I would go to the bathroom where I would lay down next to the bath tub and wait for her, some days she would come in and stand on me while undressing and some days she would come in already undressed. After she was done showering came what she told me was her favorite part of trampling me, as she put it there’s nothing better than having something warm and soft to stand on while drying off after her shower. After that the rest of are night went about the same as any other friends hanging out together. Well that is of course if she wasn’t horny. But I’ll leave that to your imagination!! (and no we never had penetrating sex) The other exception was if she knew that she was going out that night, on those nights she would use me as a run way to model different outfits on. And if I wasn’t going out with her she would often stand on my face while she put on her makeup etc.
Well that’s about all. Some days I wish I would have never singed up for this job, the day I moved was one of those days. But then I realize if I hadn’t I would have never meet Sarah. That and I am very proud to do what I do.
It started about a year and a half ago. I was living in an apartment in Mississippi for about six months at the time when Sarah moved in next door. Sarah was 24 at the time 5'8" and about 125lbs. We became friends right from day one when I helped her move in. We hung out almost every day after work, took turns cooking diner, watching tv, etc. It was about two weeks after we meet that she came over after work (it was my turn to cook) in a bad mode. When I asked her what was wrong her response was, “My boss is an ass, I have a head ache, and my feet are killing me”. I won’t tell you what she does but her work requires her to dress in office attire kind of what you would see a bank clerk wear not to formal but nice. That day she was wearing a sexy little blouse and skirt set, her brown wavy hair was down around her shoulders instead of its normal bun, and she had on a pair of strappy black healed sandals. I guess her boss had her running little errands all day which were below her position. Anyway I offered to give her a foot message and she agreed. After we finish eating she changed into a pair of my sweats and settled onto the couch for a movie. I started the movie and sat down at her feet and started to message them. I figured she would let me know when to stop but the next thing I know the movie was over and I still had her feet in my hands. So I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she told me with a great big smile no. She did finally stop me about 5 minutes later.
After that first night her foot message became part of are nightly routine for about a week. Until she asked me if she could do something for me in return. It was then that I told her that she could walk on my back for me. She was a little shocked at first and afraid she would hurt me. So I introduced her to shiatsu and reflex ology, which I have several books on. She agreed to try it but was still a little apprehensive. (I should mention that at this time I had no intention of trying to introduce Sarah to my fetish. We were friends and that’s all.) It only took her a couple minutes to get comfortable walking on my back. Over the next few nights I showed her several technics to use on me. It wasn’t long before she admitted to me that she enjoyed walking on me saying it was kind of like needing a big pillow and very relaxing.
It was about two weeks later that I got a solid suspicion that Sarah was enjoying are time together a lot more than she wanted to admit aloud. I had told her the first time she walked on me that she could do any thing she wanted too when walking on me, even if she just felt like standing on me doing nothing at all, that just the weight on my back felt good. Anyway she was standing on my butt, one foot on each check, and slowly shifting her weight from side to side. I had been suspicious that she had gotten turned on several times when walking on me and when I was giving her foot messages, but I was too afraid to bring it up. But this time I had little doubt. I heard her moan softly several times over the TV. She also would walk up my back and stand on my shoulder blades and run her toes through my hair, she even applied some weight a couple times. She stepped off me after about a half hour and went strait to the couch. When I got up and looked over at her she had her sleep shirt pulled over her knees and was beat red. I knew I had to say something but had no idea what to say, and I didn’t want to take a chance of messing up are friendship. So I acted as if I didn’t notice.
A few days later I had an idea of how to bring up the subject. I decided to print out a trample story and leave it were she would be sure to find it. I chose a story called a friend indeed. I think? I found it on this site if I remember correctly. I printed out the story and left it on my coffee table partly covered by other papers. She found it two days later. I was late coming home that night and she was on the couch still reading it when I walked in (we had already traded keys to each others apartments). At first she was mad at me thinking that I had been getting off on her trampling me. I hadn’t expected that response so I quickly confessed all. I told her the truth that for me her walking on my back was just a message from a friend no more, and that it had turned me on a little a couple times but that wasn’t what I was after. After she calmed down a little I also told her why I had put the story out hopping she would find it. She was starting to get embarrassed again so I explained that I wanted to get it out in the open so that we could talk about it and decide if we should stop the messages because I didn’t want to mess up are friendship. She told me she had to thing about everything and left.
To my relief she came over the next morning Saturday as it turned out. We sat down and talked about are situation. I hadn’t realized it the night before but she had taken the story with her. She asked me if I thought we could handle being friends with perks ( think that was how she put it?), like the friends in the story. As it turned out she was very curious about the hole trample thing, So we started playing around with different ideas mostly things we found in stories on the internet. But for the most part an average day would go like this. I would get home about an hour before her on most days. When I got home I would change clothes and go over to her apartment and wait for her, when she got home she would use me as a door mat (walk up me and stand on my chest while I removed her shoes. From there I would go to the bathroom where I would lay down next to the bath tub and wait for her, some days she would come in and stand on me while undressing and some days she would come in already undressed. After she was done showering came what she told me was her favorite part of trampling me, as she put it there’s nothing better than having something warm and soft to stand on while drying off after her shower. After that the rest of are night went about the same as any other friends hanging out together. Well that is of course if she wasn’t horny. But I’ll leave that to your imagination!! (and no we never had penetrating sex) The other exception was if she knew that she was going out that night, on those nights she would use me as a run way to model different outfits on. And if I wasn’t going out with her she would often stand on my face while she put on her makeup etc.
Well that’s about all. Some days I wish I would have never singed up for this job, the day I moved was one of those days. But then I realize if I hadn’t I would have never meet Sarah. That and I am very proud to do what I do.