Jackie and I left the little local lounge. It was too small and there were too many people who she knew that would overhear our conversation. She asked if my house had an outdoor porch. It did, so she said she wouldn’t mind sitting there instead of on the boardwalk. As we walked the ten or so blocks to get there we chatted about random stuff in our lives. The conversation had fallen away from the topic of feet while we were in the lounge and that was fine with me. I already knew that I really wanted to know her better, and really wanted to be close to her. She was just so comfortable to be with. I’ve never met anyone like her.

It was a little too chilly to sit outside so I grabbed a couple of blankets, wrapped one around Jackie, threw the other one over myself, and we hung out in the plastic deck chairs. Again the question came up “So, you and boots?” This time she lifted her foot and wiggled it in front of us. Her foot barely cleared the bottom of the blanket. She must have been watching me because after a minute she said “Holy crap, you really were looking at my boots!”

I laughed back at her, saying “See, I told you.” I then went on to tell her how my foot Fetish and the guy she dated are far apart from each other. He was all about clean, fresh, well kept feet, while I was more interested in naturally sweaty, smelly feet. she seemed genuinely interested, so I also told her that I enjoy being walked on.

“Ok, so you were watching my boots because you thought you would like my feet? I think you may have had one too many beers my friend. Believe me, you don’t want to be anywhere near me when I take these off.” And she wiggled her boot again.

“You might be surprised at what I would like” I let out a small laugh that must have sounded a little sad.

“Don’t worry, I’m not judging. I guess I don’t get it, but hey, whatever floats your boat. I’m not one to make fun of someone’s quirks. So you like back walks too? That’s not really strange, I’ve walked on my brother’s back, and a few boyfriends. Or do you only like them if the masseuse has smelly feet?” And then she poked me in the side with her elbow to let me know she was just joking.

“Well thank you. I’ve had women suddenly remember prior engagements when I opened up about this. One even got up and left without saying anything. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough.” I stopped for a second to see if she was still interested. She was looking at me rather sadly and rubbed my arm, so I continued. “But what would you say if I told you I didn’t mean just back walks? I like women to walk all over me, front and back, head to toe.”

She looked at me kind of funny, then laughed. “Well you shouldn’t have been looking at Megan, she’s a big girl!” She loved her own joke and started cracking up.

I laughed along with her and agreed. “Yeah, she probably weighs more than me. I’d probably let her if the opportunity came up though to be honest. As long as she was wearing something other than those gym shoes. Those things were awful!”

Jackie got a kick out of that. “She always wears shoes like that. I’m not really fashionable, but she’s anti-fashion.” She lifted her foot and wiggled it again. “How about these? Would you let her walk on you if she was wearing these?”

I watched her wiggle the boot in front of me and sighed a little,”Yeah, I would.”

“Really? Megan. In these boots. Front and back, head to toe?”

I looked at her and the smile that made her eyes twinkle. “Well, maybe not head to toe, maybe chest to toes. I would ask her to take them off if she wanted to go any higher.”

I knew I was pushing it, but she was pushing it too. I really wanted to hear her reaction to that one, but I was also hoping that she would at least be open to trying it some time.

“You’re a brave man Max.” It made me shiver when she said my name. “You might end up with a crushed chest if she stood on you like that. And she’d definitely pop your head, shoes or not. Do you have a death wish or something?”

This was fun. It was amazing to meet a woman who was so cool talking about this. Outside of a few old girlfriends and my ex, every woman I told about having a foot Fetish found it gross. Most never even got to the part about me liking to be walked on.

“No, no death wish. I just like the way it feels. I’ve known a couple of women her size who did it with me. It wasn’t easy, but I liked it. Given the choice, I’d rather someone who weighed a bit less though.” I glanced over and saw a suspicious look on her face, but could tell she was trying not to laugh at the same time. “I don’t know, maybe someone else who works late, like another bartender, only smaller. And already wearing boots. And stockings… and who I’ve already told about all this so I don’t have to go through it again.”

I couldn’t help laughing, and she was fighting to hold it in too. She answered, “Oh, so that’s how you’re gonna be huh?” And finally started laughing with me.

“You really want me to do that?”

“Yeah, I do”

“Walk up and down you, back and front?”

“Yep”

“In my boots?”

“Yes, in your boots, or you can take them off if you want.”

She laughed, “You really don’t want that, I wear these a lot. You’ll probably smell my feet through them if I stand on your chest. If I take them off it might kill you.”

“I doubt it, I’m very resilient”

She looked up and me and we both started laughing. I couldn’t help throwing that in as a little comic relief.

“Well ok Mr. Resilient Max, now I’m curious enough, and buzzed enough, to see now full of it you are. Let’s go inside though or the neighbors will get a show they won’t soon forget.”

Jackie asked to use the bathroom so I showed her the way, put on a classic rock station, and started rearranging the furniture a little. When she came out I explained that I was clearing some wall space so she had something to balance against, and threw a doubled up blanket on the floor because the hardwood was, well, hard.

“Good idea. I guess you wouldn’t want me losing my balance” and giggled a little. “Just so you know, I texted one of my friends to let him know where I am.”

I was impressed at how much she and her friends looked out for each other and told her so. She seemed to like that and said “Ok, where do we start?”

I sat on the blanket and asked, “Well do you want to start on my back to get used to this, or go right to my front?”

“She held her chin like she was pondering the universe, saying “Hmm… decisions, decisions. Would it be easier to balance on your back or front?”

“Probably on my back.”

“Ok, front it is!” She giggled a little. “No seriously, let me start on your back so I get a feel for what I’m doing.”

I lay on the floor, excited beyond belief that this incredibly Hot, incredibly cool woman that I met a few hours ago was about to walk on me, in boots no less!

Jackie walked over to me and put a foot across my lower back. “Um… how do I do this?”

It took me a minute to answer. The last woman to stand on me just did it. I didn’t even know she was going to, it just happened, so no explanation was needed. Before that was my ex, and her first time was when we were dating so it was over ten years since I had to explain this. “Well, I guess just step up on top of me and start walking around. Like you are now and walking sideways, or just turning and walking up and down me facing either way, there’s no wrong way to do it really. Just walk, stand, bounce, whatever you feel like doing. If my back cracks a little that’s normal. Just try to have fun.”

She immediately stepped onto me and put both feet on my back. She started out walking sideways up to my shoulders, saying “Well I always have fun, no matter what I’m doing.” She laughed a little and turned to face my feet, taking small baby steps. “This isn’t so bad, I thought you would be a lot less stable to walk on since you’re smaller than anyone else I’ve given backwalks to, but your back is kind of wide.”

I was in heaven. Not only was this beautiful woman walking on me, she seemed to be enjoying it, and I let my imagination convince me that she was impressed with me physically. Hey, I’m a guy. I lay there smiling, answering her questions, and enjoying every second of it. Her boots were hard, but they were pretty beat up so whatever treads there were had no real edges.

“You said I could bounce right? Can I dance if a good song comes on?”

Was I hearing things? Did she just ask if she could dance on me? “Um… what?”

“I said, if you’re ok with me bouncing on you, can I dance if a good song comes on?”

So it wasn’t just my drunk imagination fantasizing, she really did ask that. “I guess, if you want to”

She hopped off me, completely laughing her Ass off. “I can’t believe you said yes! I was just joking.”

I started to laugh along with her, although inside I was a little disappointed. I was broken out of my thoughts by Jackie’s voice.

“Do you really want me to do this on your chest?”

“Yes I really do.”

“I don’t know, dancing on your back sounded kind of fun. Can I dance on your chest too?”

I could tell she was holding back a giggle. “Sure, I’m up for trying something new.”

“Great! Roll over.”

She had one foot on my stomach before I even laid down, and the other one quickly followed as soon as I stopped moving. This time she didn’t bother with the side step, she just turned to face me and started taking small steps up my abs and onto my chest, stopping with the toes of her boots almost touching my chin. She was looking down at me and asked “Doesn’t this hurt?”

I answered “Some, but not much; you’re very light. But even if it did I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“Hmm, ok. Good to know. She turned around and started walking down my chest and onto my stomach. By this time my excitement was hard to miss, and I felt her tap it with her toe. “Everywhere? Head to toe?” She asked.

I shook a little bit and felt myself getting even harder with the thought of her stepping on my cock.” Yes, wherever you want.”

“Hmm… ok then.”

I was breathing hard, anticipating her weight smashing down on me. I was pretty sure I would cum as soon as she pressed on it, and in summer shorts that would be impossible to hide. It would be embarrassing, but at least she would know I wasn’t kidding about enjoying this. I felt her weight shift as she lifted one foot, and the. Put it down on my thigh, quickly followed by her other foot on the other thigh.

“I bet that scared you, huh?” And then laughter. She thought she had scared the hell out of me and was proud of herself. Just adorable.

I gave a weak laugh and said “You sure did.”

She turned around awkwardly and then walked back up to my chest. She must have been getting comfortable with it because she was taking more normal steps that were coming down harder, even though they were still close together. Or maybe those drinks were kicking in. Either way, she stopped in the same place, with the toes of her boots just under my chin, and bounced a few times. I made some huffing noises while she bounced which she found funny. She moved her right foot forward and put it on my cheek, right next to my nose. “Head to toe, right?”

I’ve only had one woman step on my face in shoes before. An old girlfriend who was about the same size as Megan. She thought it would be funny to step on the side of my face in her Doc Maartens. I still had tread marks on my face when I woke up the next morning.

Before I could answer, Jackie giggled and put her foot back on my chest and bounced again, saying “Oh right, no shoes on your head. But at least you found out if you can smell my feet through them. Could you?”

I was surprised by all that was happening, loving every second of it, but I was surprised. When she put her foot on my face it caught me so off guard that I didn’t even think to inhale. Now that she brought it up I was kicking myself for missing the opportunity. “Well damn, you don’t forget anything do you? Honestly I was so surprised when you did that I didn’t even sniff to find out.”

“Well count yourself lucky that I have them on.” She started giggling and said “Lucky that I left my boots on to stand on your chest. This really is one weird night!” and then started laughing so hard that she had to lean on the wall to keep from falling off.

In that moment I knew I had to find a way to be friends with her when the liquor wore off, hopefully more than friends.

When she finally stopped laughing she asked, “So, do you feel lucky?” And started giggling again.

I answered “Kind of. I’m definitely lucky to have you standing on my chest, but also not so lucky since you stopped at my shoulders..”

“Well you said no shoes on your head so I had to.” She shook her head and laughed a little. “This may be the strangest conversation I’ve ever had. If someone told me this morning that tonight I would be standing on some customer’s chest I would have laughed them right out of the room.”

“Well it isn’t something that happens every day.” I responded with a laugh. But I’m really glad you did.” I really wanted her to step on my face, and really wanted to experience the feet she kept saying would knock me out, but didn’t want to push my luck too much.

She let out a big laugh and said “No, it certainly does not happen every day. Umm… do you want me to get off you? I kinda just realized I’m still standing on you. I got so used to it that I forgot where I am.”

“It’s up to you, I’m ok.”

She smiled and let out a cheerful “Ok”, and then continued. “I can’t believe you really like this, but you’ve been smiling the whole time I’ve been up here.”

“Yeah, I know it’s weird but I do like it. There’s something about the feeling of a woman’s weight on top of me, pressing down, that I find incredibly exciting.”

“Even heavy girls, like Megan?”

I laughed a little. This was going in circles, but I was loving this conversation. “Yes, even heavy girls like Megan. And yes, front and back, head to toe.”

“That just blows my mind. You would really want me to do that? Step on your face.”

“We’ll stand, but yes.”

“Stand? You want me to stand on your face. Like both feet? Just standing there, on your face.”

“Yeah, I do. It’s just something I like for some reason.”

Isn’t that going to hurt?”

“Probably. You’re really tiny so maybe not so much, but it doesn’t matter. That’s part of the appeal.”

“Ok. This is starting to make sense so I’m either really tired or really drunk… or both.”

She stood there on my chest, looking at the ceiling, the wall, anywhere, occasionally glancing down at me. Finally after thinking for a few minutes she said “will you be upset if I call it a night and maybe continue this conversation another time?”

To say I was disappointed would be an understatement, but I really did understand. “No, I won’t be upset; a little bummed but ‘another time’ means that you might want to hang out with me again, and that makes my night.”

“Aww, stop it. You’re going to make me blush.” She was adorable for about a second until she struck a Betty Boop like pose that made me laugh hard enough that she wobbled around a little.

She asked if she should get off me and I agreed that she probably should. It was after 3:00 am and I was worn out. She lived across town, and by this time I felt dead sober, so I gave her a ride home. When I opened her door she got out and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well this was definitely the weirdest night ever, but I’m really glad we met. Come by the bar again, ok?”

I didn’t want the hug to end. “So am I. I’ll be there tomorrow.”

I was in heaven as I drove home. When I got there I spent a while recording everything that happened from the moment I walked into Jackie’s bar. I stopped a few times to touch my chest, feeling the sore spots, and go over the whole night in my mind. There were a few spots that made me cringe a little when I poked them, but I just pushed a little harder and smiled. I couldn’t wait to see her again.

To be continued…