Christie and Cindy’s Intro Pt. 02

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I give him a thumb up back as I wave the flyer over my head like a dork. This simple piece of paper is gold to me right now. I spend most of the night looking at it and thinking about what happened with those amazing ladies, and that look Christie gave me – I just don’t know what to make of that. Conflicting thoughts battle back and forth in my head all night, and they keep me up into the wee hours of the morning.

When I wake up, I look over at my clock and it says 12:34. “SHHHhhhhIT!!” Probably my only solid chance to hang out with beautiful girls and it’s most likely blown. “Fuck it; I’ll call her any way. Worst that can happen is that she doesn’t answer.”

A few rings later, “Hello?”

“Christie? Hey, it’s Brian.”

“Oh hey! I was starting to think you weren’t going to call!”

I can tell she’s teasing me at least.

“Late night.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure.”

“Um, did you still want me to come over?”

“Oh definitely! Thing is, I’m in town right now, but I’ll give you the address and you and Cindy can chat it up until I get back. I’ll let her know you’re coming!”

“Oh, alright. Sounds good.”

My struggle to find a pen that works seems to amuse her briefly as I hear soft giggles over the line. I’m clearly not thinking at all after having just awoken as I find out she’s giggling because she was going to send it over text.

“You’re a silly little boy. I’ll see you in a little while,” and hangs up. I’m pretty sure I’m older then her but whatever.

Sure enough, a few minutes later a text shows up as I’m getting ready. I can’t help but get nervous as I head out the door, but by the time I get to their place, I’ve chilled out – enough.

A few knocks on their apartment door and Cindy answers, “Well hey you!”

“Hey. Christie said I should keep you company until she gets here.”

“Did she now? Well come on in.”

I enter quietly, looking around and admiring the deceptively large space they have for being a first floor apartment. Maybe it’s just the arrangement of the furniture that makes it look bigger than it really is. Either way, it’s a nice set up.

She heads towards the kitchen, “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Water’s fine.”

There’s an awkward silence between us as she fills a glass for me, and gets her own drink made. By the looks of it, I’d say it was a tea of some kind. With a smile, she hands me my water as she walks by and takes a seat on the couch, kicking her feet up to her side.

“You can sit too ya know.”

“Yes, of course.” I take a seat at the opposite end of this 3-seater. “It’s just our impromptu outing yesterday; I’m still um… in awe over what happened. Care to enlighten me?”

“What. I already told you I was trying at that game for a while.”

I grin softly, “As impressive as that was, that’s not what I’m talking about, and I think you know it.” I take a sip of my water and then set the glass on the end table. “I’ve never seen anyone do in person what she did to you with her feet.”

“Oh. That.” She smiles down at her glass as she runs her finger slowly around the rim.

“Is what she said true? Do you really love what she was doing?”


I can see her blushing. It’s kind of adorable. It makes me smile just thinking about it, but then I remember her protest. “So then what was that at the end, when she wanted her foot kissed? Didn’t seem like you were favoring that idea too much.”

She blushes harder, “Umm, yeah, about that. It’s something we do at home, but that was the first time she’s ever done it out in public – in front of someone no less.”

“So that is her thing?”

She chuckles, “that’s putting it lightly, but yeah.”

“Wow~” At this point, I don’t know what’s more impressive, a pretty lady who can play a two-player game by herself, or two pretty ladies who are into feet!

I guess I’m thinking about this for a bit too long because she breaks the silence. “You seemed to enjoy yourself too.”


“Kissing her foot; you loved it too, yes?”

“Well… maybe.”

“Oh come now. No need to be so modest. Don’t think we didn’t hear you take a deep breath while you were doing that.”

Shit. Now I’m blushing too. “Well, she insisted, and I figured it was a one-time thing, so why not enjoy it as much as I could.”

“Is that so?”

“I would’ve done the same for you if it had been you doing all that.”


The look she gives me tells me she’s giving the idea a good amount of thought, more than I’ve ever seen any other girl put into it, but she doesn’t act on it. It’s like she’s waiting for me to do something, but I have no idea what I can do that wouldn’t be overstepping my bounds here.

“So… do you have any idea why I’m here? Because I sure don’t.”

“Of course I do. We invited you over yesterday.”

“Ok – for what? It can’t be to thank me because you already did that.”

“For the game? Oh no, we’re past that already.”

“Oh? Then what else is there?”

“What have we been talking about this whole time?”

“What, your foot thing? What nilüfer escort about it?”

“Well, Christie thinks it’s not just our thing, but yours as well.”


“As long as I’ve know her, she’s never been wrong about anything she puts her mind to.”


“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” she says adjusting herself across the couch, putting her feet on me in the same orientation as Christie did in the theater seats. “So tell me, is she wrong?”

Whoa! What the-?! So much for not acting on her thoughts! This is crazy! I can feel myself sinking back into the couch like I did in the theater seat from pure shock!

She wiggles her toes at me waiting for an answer.

I have no clue what compels me to look her straight in the eye as it’s usually not in my nature to make direct eye contact with any girl, let alone a beauty like this one, but I do as I place my lips on the side of her toe and hold them there, getting the prettiest smile out her.

It works wonders for me as I gain the confidence boost to adjust my seating to face her more directly. This in turn lets her foot on my lap press more directly into my stomach, and allows me to kiss the sole of her foot without holding my neck at an awkward angle.

My lips are close to her heel when I feel her toes press into my gut rather forcefully a few times, scrunching them when I look down at what she’s doing.

“Can I try something else?” she says pulling her feet back.

“Like?” Offing a hand to help her sit up.

“Will you lie on the floor for me?”

“Come again?”

She giggles softly, “You heard me. Lay down. Please?”

Calling me speechless would be an understatement at the moment, but it is her house, and she said please, so I honor her request.

As I get onto the floor, she takes another sip of her drink and checks her phone before setting them both on the end table on her end of the couch, and then stands up next to me. I don’t know if it’s because she’s nearly as tall as I am, or the leisure outfit she has on, but I won’t lie, she looks incredible from down here.

She places her right foot on my chest and leans on it slightly, “Hmm, you aren’t freaking out. Other guys usually do at this point.”

“You’ve done this before?”

“Maybe,” she says with a playful, yet mischievous smile. “Let’s just say if you live through this, we’ll all get along great.”

“Live through this? You planning to kill me here?”

“I’m not planning to,” she says as she rubs her foot around on my chest, “but shit happens.”


“Oh my god,” she says through a laugh, “I’m just teasing! Relax.”

Without any warning, she steps onto me full weight, exaggerating the sigh of relief I let out. Her bare feet are soft and cool to the touch and feel quite nice even with my shirt in the way. She keeps a constant eye on me as she walks in place, and when I don’t flinch much under her, she moves down onto my stomach and does the same thing.

Her weight isn’t bad. It gets minor physical adjustments from me as she moves about, but nothing I can’t handle at the moment.

“How you doing down there?”

“So far so good.”

She steps back onto my chest facing me, continuing to walk on place gently before lifting her right foot up over my face. It doesn’t take me long to get the hint to kiss her foot again. I can feel her trying to catch her balance on my chest, and every now and then she’ll step on my face briefly to aid in getting it restored.

“You having fun up there?”

“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be on you still. Why, am I killin’ ya?”

“Nah, I’m fine.”

“Maybe I need to try harder,” she says with a cute giggle, moving back onto my stomach.

Making me laugh along doesn’t help my case as she puts more of her weight on her pretty toes, working them into my gut in all directions as she turns in place. Because of the position of her feet, she gets my back to arch and it throws her off between my legs. I get a slight breather, but she’s back on me in no time.

She seems to put her “try harder” thought into action when she starts bouncing lightly on my chest, and then gets a bit more aggressive when she moves back onto my stomach. At some point, her toes manage to work my shirt up enough to make skin contact, and that along with the bit of water I had, plus that fact that she’s pressing into my bladder is taking its toll on me.

A few groans out of me and she turns to look, “Gotta pee?”


She gets a few more good bounces on me before stepping down in laughter. I have to roll over in the fetal position before getting up, hobbling awkwardly to the bathroom.

Must be a nervous pee that her bouncing wasn’t helping with because I don’t remember drinking that much water! I check myself before heading back out and my torso has barely any signs of rough treatment on it – just ever so pink in some spots, but overall not bad.

I head back to the living room, and to my surprise, Christie has returned from her outing, and WOW! I thought she was pretty yesterday; görükle escort she’s absolutely stunning today!

“There he is! Hi hun!”

I silently wave at her as I admire her outfit, her hair, and her eyes! Oh wow her eyes! I barely make it past the counter that separates the kitchen from the living room before I faint.

I don’t have a concept of time, so I have no idea how long I am actually out, but it seems like I just blinked and I went from standing up to being on the floor. Then her beautiful face appears in my line of sight. ‘Oh Christie how I wish I could look into your big, dark eyes forever!’ I’m not sure if I said it out loud cause I didn’t feel my lips move, but I see her smile at me after thinking that. Kinda strange, but maybe it’s just coincidence.

“Well hello again,” she says kneeling at my side. “Are you alright?”

“I um, I think so. How long was I out?”

“Not even a minute. Just about gave us a heart attack though!” playfully tapping my chest with her hand. “Why’d you faint?”

Surely her looks alone didn’t make me faint, but I’ll be damned if I could think of any other reason. “I… I… um, I don’t know.”

“She didn’t hurt you did she?”

“What? No.” I think for a second, “She wasn’t on me that long.”

“Well, long enough to make you go pee right?” Christie teases as she lightly pats me on the stomach.

“I guess.”

“So I was right.”


“You, and your fancy for feet.”

“Lucky guess.”

“It was no guess hun. Your little sniff was a dead giveaway,” she says with a priceless giggle.

“Well, like I told her, I thought I would only have the one opportunity, so I enjoyed it while I could.”

“Mm, I see.” She smiles up at Cindy, and then gets back to her feet.

I try to follow suit, but she stops me by placing her foot on my stomach before I’m able to sit half way up ultimately making me lay back flat again.

“You don’t mind, right?”

Oddly enough the same question she asked me yesterday – it’s like she already knows I don’t mind, but gives me the courtesy of asking any way. I decide to play her little game back, “I just had to be sure.”


“Of YOUR fancy for feet, and whatever you call this,” pointing to her foot on me.

“I call it the same thing everyone else calls it, trample. I mean, it is what it is,” she says gently twisting her shoed toes on my abs. “Haven’t you heard of a girl with a love for trampling?”

“Umm, honestly, no. Well, not unless she was paid to do it.”

“That’s not a real love for it, I agree,” stepping up onto me, “but hey, for what it’s worth, you have now,” walking in place on my stomach for starters.

All I can do is smile up at her. She is light enough that all I feel is slight pressure from the contact of her shoes. The way her feet press into me renders me speechless rather quickly. I also still have the privilege of looking up at her, as well as Cindy who is standing just off to the side of me, and it’s enough to make my heart skip a beat, especially with her constantly smiling down at me.

Several minutes go by with Christie continuing her routine. “You got quiet. You alright down there?”

“I’m fine, just enjoying the moment.”

She moves up to my chest and pulls Cindy over, coaxing her to get on too. Cindy gets back on my stomach, holding onto the TV cabinet that’s currently to my left.

“How about now?” Christie says.

I can only nod my head ‘yes’ as both of them gently shift their feet about. Their combined weight isn’t too bad, but it’s been a while since I’ve been walked on in such a manner, and after about fifteen minutes, my breathing starts becoming a bit labored.

I see Christie smiling down at me when I open my eyes again. Like, seriously, the smile never leaves her pretty face!

“Still enjoying the moment?”

“Of course. I wouldn’t trade this for the world,” I say with a raspy voice. “Besides, it looks like I can handle the two of you after all.”

Both girls get a good laugh from that.

“You did accept the challenge, that’s true,” Christie says.

“He’s been pretty quiet so far. I’m kind of impressed,” Cindy says to her.

“I can make noises if that’s what you want.”

“It’s not that we want you to make them, it just happens with other guys since they can’t handle this for one reason or another,” Christie says.

“You’re kidding. What’s there not to handle? This isn’t bad at all. It’s actually kind of relaxing down here.”

Well that made their day! Their faces light up with delight!

Christie steps down from my chest as does Cindy from my stomach, giving me a breather, but Cindy keeps one foot rested on me.

“Hun, I know we barely know each other, but there’s something I’d really like to know,” Christie says resting the toes of her left foot lightly on my shoulder.


“There are very few people I come by who truly understand how much doing this means to me, Cindy here being one of them of course, and…well…” looking up to her friend briefly and then bursa escort back to me.

I look to Cindy, and then back to her, “What?”

She smiles, “Let’s say we were to keep doing this for maybe another hour or so. Would that be of any concern to you?” leaning against the TV cabinet, barely covering her lower lip with her finger, displaying a subtle amount of shyness.

I’m bug-eyed! Did she just say an HOUR of this?! I can’t help but stumble over my words! “Are you… Seriously?! Are you for real?”

She shares a smirk with Cindy, and then nods ‘yes’ to me.

I swear I’m dreaming this. I haven’t awakened from my sleep yet, right? There’s no way this stunning lady just asked if I would let her and her beautiful gun-slinging friend walk on me for an hour! Crazy part is, this is usually where I would get scared out of a dream – and that’s not happening. Again, I don’t know how to verbally answer that, so I take her left foot, pull her flat off and kiss the ball of her sole the same way I did yesterday – deep inhale and all!

“Doesn’t look like he has any concerns to me,” Cindy says as she scrunches her toes into my abs.

Christie starts doing this jittery bounce filled with excitement! To say that it’s unreal is an understatement! So far she has presented herself as calm and collected, albeit a bit bubbly which makes her absolutely adorable, but I could never have guessed in a million years that she would have a reaction like this to someone letting her walk on them. She promptly kicks off her other shoe and steps back onto my chest, doing this light bounce on her toes as Cindy steps back on with her.

She has her back to me at first, and as much as I love this view, that reaction peaks my curiosity. I’m just about to question her when Cindy gets on her tip-toes and starts kneading them into my gut. With her support from the cabinet and the wall, she has no trouble keeping her balance, and it feels incredible.

They are kind of relentless at first with their footing, getting whatever excitement they have out of their systems as they switch spots on my torso every other minute or so. I find it hard to try and speak while they move about, so I have to wait until they slow down a bit and try then.

Turns out I have to wait another fifteen minutes or so before Cindy slips a little and steps off, leaving Christie on me by herself for a moment.

“You ok down there?” Cindy says.

I take a few breaths before responding, “Yeah, I’m good.”

Switching up her walk in place rhythm for more of a massaging action towards my stomach, Christie asks, “Getting sore at all?”

“Not really sore, just a tad winded.”

“Want me to stop?”

“Not really. This actually feels really nice,” as I rest my hands on her feet.

“Hm, what if we get your shirt out of the way,” she says stepping on my chest briefly to move my shirt up enough to clear my stomach, and then steps back on it, “how’s that feel?”

She didn’t have to do that, but she did anyway, and all I can do in return is moan in delight! I know her feet are silky smooth from kissing them earlier, but on my stomach, they simply give me butterflies. Any question I wanted to ask her or Cindy for that matter, I’ve simply forgotten by now – I know there were some good ones too.

I lay my arms out to the side completely relaxed, closing my eyes as she keeps the massage going. I actually lose track of time, but if I had to guess, I’d say it was maybe another ten minutes before I hear Cindy set her drink down on the end table again, stirring me to look up in her direction as she approaches again.

“I haven’t seen you tense up at all,” Cindy tells me, “and we’ve been doing this for almost a half-hour. Are you really that relaxed?”

“Well, yeah. It’s just been her for the most part, and she doesn’t seem heavy enough to get me to do that.”

They look at one another with amazement, and then back down at me. Cindy speaks up again, “She’s a hundred and twenty-three pounds, and that’s not heavy enough to tense you up?”

I shake my head ‘No’.

“Well then, maybe I should add my hundred and forty-five pounds back in the mix,” she says as she steps over my head and onto my chest, getting a small grunt out of me.

She’s facing Christie and therefore has her back in my sights, and my God these ladies have curves to die for! They don’t seem to mind me looking either because they never seem to be in any hurry to get off, or change the scenery, other than switching places on me which is never a bad thing.

“How about you get on his stomach again if you want him to tense up?” Christie says to her.

“I just got a grunt out of him. I’m sure I can get him to fold if he lets me try,” Cindy replies, but looks down at me as she does.

“You two were pretty bouncy when you first started this and I’m fine from it, so do what you wanna do, I don’t mind.” Quite honestly, I’m loving how their feet feel. I doubt arousal is their goal, but it’s definitely a side effect, and anything they can do to distract me from that would be super!

“Do what we wanna do he says,” Cindy smiles to Christie. Christie smiles big as they switch places on me, with Cindy landing a foot right between my legs, making them bend up a little. I can’t tell if it’s intentional, or if it just happens to be where her foot lands as her focus seems to be on my abs more than anything else.

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