Girl Revving the Big Truck


Girl Revving VW PUMA

Walking through the center of town, I saw a blond woman in her 40’s, wearing a pair of clogs that showed only her heel. She was opening the door of a Puma, an old car made on the Beetle platform, so with those perfect pedals to watch a Pedal Pumping show.

When she came in and unlocked the door I walked faster to see if I was going to drive barefoot. As I passed, I stared out the window as she pumped the gas pedal before cranking the car.

She was pounding hard on the gas before starting. The traffic light closed to the pedestrians and I was paying attention to the car to see if it start. After a few tries she started with the pedal down, when the car started it was accelerated, but not to the floor.

She took a few half-way revs and got out when the car died. She started again but the car did not start. She then gave some more pumping on the gas and started again. As long as the light did not open I listened to the sounds and movements of her inside the car.

When starting the car again, it start up faster than the first time. She gave some more revs, stronger than the middle and was going away. When the car almost die again.

When the car almost to die, she soon stepped on the clutch and gave 3 allthe way to the floor revs. It stomped loudly until the end. There is a smoke characteristic of the exhaust when it revs. The car moaned loudly, drawing attention in the street.

After the 3 revs to the floor, she gave a few more middle revs and then 3 or 4 revs to the floor, holding the gas down in the last one. That poor engine scream hard that time cleaning the carburator and the exaust. What a fast Extreme Revving Girl Show!

My teacher Jumpstarting the Car

A one time the school had a lovely teacher with wonderful feet. Who has not imagined at the feet of a teacher. She had a hatch car year 1981. It was white boy and already well battered. It had no console which also facilitated see her little feet stepping background. She was short and single brunette. He came from far and was adjusting to the city yet.

She always sweated open sandals on his fingers, and especially in the heel. Revealing fingers perfectly designed, soft and wrinked heels, every time she tried to write higher in the table during class.

On a fine day there was a school event and we were all leaving and she was in her car trying to start but the battery was lowered. I arrived with 2 more friends and offer to help. We should have our 15 year old and she asked me to push the car for her to give a jolt. At the time was a common scene. We readily serve.

She straightened and those beautiful sandals keeping feet delicious she pressed the clutch and prepared. While two friends were behind the car and I went to push the driver’s door to be able to see up close those little feet working the pedals. We started pushing and slowly the car took momentum until she gave stride and he took first.

She gave a few pumps on the gas to make the engine start and then gave very fast n hard revs to the floor. Then she gave 3 more heavy revs all the way to the floor to make the car understand who was behind the wheel. I watched those little feet stepping up strong and I almost play in the car. She then thanked us, still giving heavy revs.

Gone away with the car, still half cold and, when turned away from the school concierge, she gave some phenomenal punished revs. She gave a 5 foot jammed mercilessly until it stops choking. I heard from a distance, imagining those fingers clutching the sandal against the accelerator.

If i was a gas pedal of womans car…

If I was a gas pedal of womans cars i would love to be soft, cause this way she can drive barefoot everyday. I would be warmed because, even in cold days, she could press me barefoot. In the cold days, i wouldn’t send gas to the engine. I would make the car hard to start, to feel she pumping me first soft and slow, then fast and hard.

Every time she press me hard i would send a little bit of fuel to engine to make it almost start. When she start pump really hard i would send the fuel enought to make the engine start. if she didn’t rev it up really hard i would make the car stall. Just to feel she pressing me against the floor making the engine scream. Even in hot days i would make the car hard to start sometimes, just to feel she rev the car hard. In difficult times I would love to feel her foot pressing me hard to drive fast and getting out frustations.

When she get married, i would pray her to sell the car to other girl. To a new girl who can press me harder than she. A girl who love races too, who would make the engine more poweful to put the gas down hard every second and hear the engine scream. I would love to be sold to a girl who like to drift the car in barefoot, cause I would love to feel her feet pumping me fast down then smash me against to the carpet asking for power. Feeling my wrinkles imprint her sweet soles everytime she press me all the way down. I would kiss her soles and imprint it again and again and again.

When she get tired of me, i would pray she to sell me to a girl who make customs hard revving clips like this girl!