Human Footstool

I looked up and saw him smiling at me, waving me over. I shoot him a smile, happy to be done with the work, and quickly put the cleaning supplies away. I practically skip over to him, my breasts (hardened by the cool breeze, or so I kept telling myself), bouncing merrily the whole way. I quickly find myself standing next to him, aware that I would draw attention my way in the process; if they weren't already, anyway.

"Hey, could you be a doll and go on all four before me? I really could use a stool for my feet." I gasp invulnerably, quickly scanning the crowd to for support, or at least to get a reaction. Ashley was the most obvious laughing openly, covering her mouth with her hand, and bounding with energy.

My first thought had been to decline, but I quickly released she may behind it, and intentionally trying to separate me from him. With that in mind, I become resolute not to fall for the trap. My shoulders sagged a little, before nodding, and I lowered myself down before him, placing myself on all fours upon the deck.

It felt like forever, but within moments, I felt his feet on my back, pressing on my spine, his toes on the small of my back. I gasped softly, surprised, and I felt my back arching in response. It lasted for several minutes, during which I heard Ashley's laughter grow in volume, and her movements reflected as much. My attention was swiftly brought back to my own situation, as I felt his feet stretch, rubbing against the small of my back.

My back arched further, and it was then he stretched his own legs, his feet lifting off my back, and swiftly they were replaced with the sensation of his caved and ankles upon my back, pressing down on my naked body. I gasped hard then, and my eyes once more saw Angela in the corner of my eye. She was still naked and was intentionally watching the events play out, and clearly was enjoying the sight of me being so humiliated.

I resolved not to let it bother me, or so I told myself. What other option was available, after all? Let her win? I felt the weight on my back, slowly digging into the small of my back. I moaned softly, aware of how I was being humiliated, but not seeing a good alternative, remained there. They continued to converse, though I was not doing well at paying attention to what it was about.

I did pick up when one of them suggested, "Hey, we didn't all this way to sit. We should go on the water ... or at least, go fishing.