Antique Shop Crush

It has been a few years since I have actually had any part of my anatomy  crushed by a woman so this experience last week was a real treat. Now  that I am married, I find that it is a little harder to get my fingers  trampled while not only trying not to be noticed by the woman stepping  on them but also my wife. I mean, I'm sure she would get pissed at me  being turned on by having parts of myself trampled by some other,  strange woman. Anyway, I was on vacation last week, and she had to work  so I was all on my own for a whole week. I always liked antiques and  especially enjoyed looking for antique audio equipment and lp records. I  went to this large antique barn where they have the place broken up  into several little office like areas which house each dealer's wares.  This day, there were a lot of women there. Most ranged in age from  thirty something to the mid 40's with a few younger and a few older  thrown in for good measure. I was walking around looking as much at the  ladies as the antiques when I came upon a rather large shelf full of lp  records. It seems that the records are always on the lower shelves and  this display was such that there was a long row of them on the lowest  shelf. I started thumbing through the lps when a movement caught my eye.  I looked to my side to see a very shapely pair of legs and a real fine  ass at about my face level. I looked up to see that this was a woman of  about 40, with light brown shoulder length hair. She may have been 40,  but had a body of an eighteen year old. I looked down only to find a  gorgeous pair of feet in a very sexy pair of black high heeled sandals.  The heels were those new kind which look to be about 2" wide from the  back and about 1/4" wide from the side. I was looking at those feet as  much as the records. As I watched she stepped tot he side and her heel  landed squarely on a pencil. You could see the pencil bend under her  weight and could also hear it crack and crunch as she shifted all her  weight to that heel. She stood on it for a couple minutes without even  noticing or caring. Then she stepped closer to me. I kept thumbing  through the records and shifted a little closer to her. As I did I  placed my one hand on the ground as if to support myself. She stepped a  little closer again. This time we were close enough to each other that I  could slide my hand and touch her heel. I had my fingers actually  touching her heel. I could not resist just touching her shoe and feeling  that heel as she stood there. Then the stood up on her toes to get  something from an upper shelf. I figured it was now or never so I slid  my fingers under her heel. In a couple seconds I was rewarded with her  full weight on my fingers. That heel mashed my index and middle fingers  into the floor mercilessly. She stood there looking at some glass object  for a couple minutes. As she did, she would shift her weight off and on  my fingers. When her weight was on the food that was on my fingers, her  heel dug in with such pressure that it brought tears to my eyes. After  about 2 minutes, she stood back up on her toes and put the item back up  on the shelf. Then she came back down on my fingers hard, twisted on her  heel, which ground my fingers into the floor and hurt like hell and  looked at me. I guess she realized she had just stepped on my fingers.  She gave a casual glance and matter of factly said "I guess that must of  hurt" in a sort of 'Ooooo Poor you' sort of voice and just strutted  off. It was all too obvious that she could have cared less if she had  broken my fingers. Well, my fingers had some nice scrapes and bruises on  them. As a souvenir I picked up the pencil she had crushed and still  have it as a remembrance of that day.