Why does it do that to me?
Why does it do that to me?
Once I was waiting at a trainstation on a platform which was above ground level. the stairs that lead up to the platform were quite long creating a big shaft of all marble between the platform and the ground floor. I was up there minding my own bussiness when I heard something I will never ever forget. The thought still gives me fealings of love, but more so with intense desire. From downstairs came two girls, one of which was wearing skate sneakers, the brand of which I didn't catch. These sneakers made a low bassed squealing and screaching sound every time the girl set her foot on the next step, and it was a loooong flight of stairs. Screach, squeal, squelch, screak, screach, squeak she went driving me completely insane with desire and the most intense underbelly-crush feeling I ever had. The worst thing was that she seemed very nonchalant about, it, not being turned on by it and no way affected like the sneakers did me. When she was finished climbing the stairs she made a stop a by the notice board, making the sneakers make that same bassy squeal on the roughly tiled floor. I followed her every move from the corner of my eye, whilst flaming inside. She made some funny dance for her friend, sneakers squealing with delight with every move she made, even dragging them over the floor foor a meter or more at a time, sounding up the station like a choir in a cathedral. Argh! I was nearly pulling my hairs out, I couldn't take my desire anywhere, they were all mounting up and up and up, second after second the swarm of warm butterflies grew.
Then the train arrived and I thought I would finally be left in peace again, but no such luck. The two stepped in the same train as me. I deliberately went on to the next caboose, but noticed that all seats on the way were taken, she and her squealing sneakers, were not far behind. I sat down hoping for some time to relativate this whole extatic happening without possible breathing-time and then... the door opened and in she came first walking past me but then coming to the most intense spontaniously ejaculating, squealing halt with her sneakers on the smooth train floor. Her friend had stopped her. The train was full, except for the two seats in front of me and there they went to sit, the both of them. She crossed her legs and pulled up her supporting leg to the seat, making yet again the squealing sound as she dragged her sneakers towards her. She DID NOT notice what she was doing to me, apparantly being able to live with the sound her sneaks were making. It was at the same time the happiest and the most torturing train ride I ever had. I didn't dare speak to her, I was to foccused on her screaching and squealing.
What I don't understand is that I am alone with these sneaker feelings in this story. Why don't people only wear these kinds of sneakers when they are in for some good sneaker-lovin. Who has had experiences like this, or tries to hook up with some hubbies by wearing these kind of sneakers and what kind do you choose in that case. I am full of mistery.
