For those that don't know me, I have a general "thing" for pedal pumping. More specifically, pedal pumping in nylons or barefoot. To narrow it down even more I am really partial to stuck and cranking. My first serious girlfriend in high school was way cool. For the first year I dated her I never saw her drive barefoot at all so I was kinda bummed but one night we were out at a party in the woods and the cops showed up. We all ran and while we were running she stomped in some mud. When we got back to her car, she took off her shoes before we got in and then we sped off. The next day I mentioned to her that it was a little bit of a turn on to watch her feet on the pedals. I said it in such a way as to make her think it never happened to me before and I was a bit embarrassed. She bought it and from then on she would always take her shoes off whenever she drove me anywhere.
Fast forward to the winter. We just had a huge storm a day earlier and she had not moved her car from in front of her house because the battery was dead. She lived on a side street and her car was buried behind a wall of snow from the plows. I told her we had better jump start her car and move it before it freezes or she'll never get it out. Surprisingly, she agreed. When she went in to get her keys, I pulled around, hooked up the jumper cables and shoveled a small path to the drivers door. My heart was pounding! I had never told her about my stuck fetish and I was about to live the dream. There was no way this car was coming out.
She came out the front door and got in. The car started up after a few quick cranks and she sat there lightly revving it while I disconnected the cables and parked my truck. I told her I was going to get in and wait in the car for it to warm up. I had to get in the drivers door because the snow was to high on the passenger side. We made small talk for a few minutes then she said, "ok, let's give it a try". She never said get out and push or anything so I just sat there. As soon as she put it in D the car stalled. I had to crawl back out and jump it again. I laughed and told her what a huge pain this was and that she owed me. She just smiled and told me not to worry, she would take care of me.
Once I jumped it again, I told her to let it warm up a lot longer this time before putting it in D. After I moved my truck again and came back around to get in she said "you'll have to climb over me, I can't get out in all this snow, I don't have any shoes on"
I thought I was going to pass out. I climbed over her lap and into the passenger seat. She giggled and said "Even though we're probably not going to be driving anywhere, I thought you might still like to see my feet". Little did she realize! She had on an over sized sweater, jeans and nude color nylons with red nail polish. Her boots which were now in the back seat with her coat were knee high black winter boots with fur around the top.
The first thing she did was put her left foot on the brake and right foot on the gas before she put the car in D just in case it started to chug. I remember it clear as day. All five of her left toes were spread across the brake as her foot stretched to the pedal (she was only 5'3) and her right foot was resting on the gas pedal with her first 3 toes on the pedal and her last 2 hanging off the edge. The car was an old New Yorker with the classic mopar pedal. She put it in D and the car stayed running perfectly. She moved her left foot off the brake and began to apply pressure to the gas pedal. The engine started to labor but the tires were not spinning yet. She let off and did it again but the tires still didn't spin. She slid her right foot over to the brake, pressed it with all five toes again and shifted into R. Once in R she put her nyloned clad foot back in the same spot on the pedal and started to press down. The car actually moved backwards about a foot without spinning the tires and stopped. The engine was laboring but the car stopped moving. She then began to push the pedal in short bursts but the car was just rocking from the torque and the tires had not broken free yet. To this point, she was not being very aggressive. I told her to put it back in drive, turn the wheel to the right and stomp it since she had traction and see if she could make any progress. I knew she would not get far. She put the car in drive, turned the wheel and stabbed the pedal with a bit more aggression this time and the car lunged forward and too the right a bit, hit the snow in front of us and stopped again. Here is where it gets real good. We were now at a slight angle. I opened my window and noticed why we had so much traction. The ground under her car was almost bare but at the angle we were at, if she backed straight up she would put her back wheels into about 2 feet of fresh wet snow on her front lawn and her front wheels would be chalked up against a wall of thick plowed snow. She straightened her wheels out and when she put it in R she slammed the gas down with the same aggression and the car shot backwards much further than I thought it would. We were about 2 feet into her front yard at this point. I knew the spinning would start now.
She looked over at me a laughed because I think she was caught off guard by how far we shot backwards. Back to D we went and this time when she slid her toes on to the pedal and began to press it down I immediately heard the whirling sound of tires and felt the back of the car shuttering as the tires tried to push the car through the snow. After one good spin that lasted about 15 seconds she stopped and then gave it 3 quick jabs but the car didn't move. She shifted into reverse and turned her body around to look behind her. When she did that, her toes stretched even further to reach the brake and when she went for the gas pedal, she was only able to push it with the tips of her toes. She feathered the pedal about 5 or 6 times because the car was moving slightly but it was moving more sideways than anything. Once she gave up on that she turned around, shifted back into D and started to really work the pedal. Several quick jabs followed by longer sustained attempts. This went on for a few minutes but we were going nowhere. I thought I was going to die. Her toes looked so sexy in her nylons all spread out over the pedals. She knew it drove me wild so she was loving that part of it.
For the next 15 minutes she proceeded to spin the wheels in both directions so aggressively that we ended up at about a 45 degree angle. Each time pushing the pedal so hard that her toes would spread wide and I could see them turn a little white. During one of her rocking attempts she actually stalled the car. The battery was so dead that I had to jump it again. Once we got it running I was treated to another 10 or 15 minutes of spinning. During which time she invited me to lay across her lap with my head looking straight down at her toes. For about the final 5 or 10 minutes, she "messaged" me until she conceded that the car was not coming out on its own. I finally hooked up a tow strap, knocked out the top 12 inches of the snow bank and pulled her car out. No one was home so she took me inside and "thanked me" for my help.
She never asked me to get out and push and she never got angry. She was that kind of girl. Her attitude was just "whatever" about everything. After seeing what that did to me she got stuck on purpose for me a few times but none were as good as the first time.