ilovepumps!

Morning All!

Apart from wearing high heels, I also like to make use of them in other areas. One of them is driving fast whilst wearing high heels. I like to do it and also love seeing women do it too. Ive loved seeing heels on the gas pedal ever since I was a kid ( I am in my 30s now). I just love the way when a woman pushes the gas pedal to the floor and make the engine scream for mercy, the way the speedo shoots up to triple figures and takes no time getting there.

Anyway, for anyone interested in this same topic, I would love to hear your stories, experiences etc.

Here is one of my own when I had a courtesy car from my car dealer

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I use to drive a Vauxhall Astra and it is normally very difficult to get a courtesy car from them, as they always have some sort of excuse not to give you one. However, one time they had to keep my car for three days as they cannot figure out what the problem was? so, they gave me a Corsa. I think it was a little 1.2 jobby, so did not really have much go to it. Anyways, I have this thing with courtesy cars, I like to see how fast they can go (top speed), so whenever I get the chance to keep the car overnight, I know I can have some fun with it lol. I always go out pretty late in the evenings, as there are less cars on the DC so I dont keep getting held up.

That evening came, so I decided to take the little Corsa out on the DC to see what it can do. Before I went out, I had to select what heels to wear for this job? I decided on a pair of light grey stilettos with a 3.5" heel and pointy toes. I choose heels depending on the accelerator layout of the car, as too high a heel, you cannot push the pedal all the way to the floor and you end up putting too much strain on your calfs hehe. I jumped into the little Corsa and headed for the DC. As I arrived to the slip road to enter the DC, I went through all the gears quickly and as soon as I hit the DC, into the final gear and mashed the pedal to the floor. Being a 1.2 the speed did not pick up very quickly, but the speedo was gradually going up and up and up. As the speedo was going up, I can hear the little engine scream for mercy, but I did not let up, just kept my foot down hard on the accelerator pedal LOL. The speedo reached about 90mph and began to slow down, but I wanted more, so I kept my foot down. Finally, it came to a halt at 98mph lol! after that, I just let up and drove slowly back home.
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Hope you all enjoyed my little experience and I hope some of you can share yours

Maninheels99

Lynn

I have several as I drive an old clunker everyday. Here is one:

Lynn sits dejected pondering what to do next as she stares out the windshield with a perplexed look while she smokes another cigarette. Damn it, she says aloud to herself. Why does this damn car always act this fussy when it gets cold out? Why, why, why, why want you be good for me? The only sound that can be heard now in the car is the sound of Lynn’s stockings and satin robe rubbing on the cold leather seat while her entire body moves in unison with her right leg pumping up and down on the gas pedal for about the 20th repetition of 10 dry pumps each. She turns the key again while she continues bouncing away and out comes the very slow Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, it is so slow that you can hear her stockings and satin robe rubbing more on the leather seat from bouncing then you can actually hear the car making its 30th something attempt to fire for her. C’mon baby she urges, as she continues to bounce up and down and her expressions wedge thong sandals continue to do a ballet dance on the very worn out accelerator pedal that she has been working over for the last 20 minutes or so. Fire for me baby, she urges, pleeeeeeeease, you have to soon or else you will leave me stranded.

Tap tap tap tap tap continue her wedges while her fully figured breasts continue their little hop up and down while she continues her quest. Now the sound is short Rrrr rrr rrr rr r and the lovely swoosh swoosh her robe and stockings give her on that leather seat which allow her body to move very freely while attacking and pumping that pedal with the vigor that she was trained to do when the car had difficulty turning over. Tonight is a situation that warrants becoming very patient as the battery has had about all that it can take. She ponders using the jump box, but decides to be patient yet again and allow the battery to recharge on its own. Lynn regroups during this break while redoing her hair, makeup and lips as she lights another cigarette. She has given it about 10 mins to rest, she slips off the wedge sandals now, puts her glasses up on her head, scrunches her toes and leans back in the seat this time and really starts to hammer the pedal good this time while only in stockings. She has a look of sheer determination and vows not to be defeated. The sounds before turning the key are the very noticeable squeak of the throttle cable under the hood, swoosh of her body bouncing on the seat and her softly urging her car “c’mon baby, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease” over and over and then the very daunting Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumprrrrrrrrrpumpumpumpump rrr pumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpump rrr pump rr bounce bounce pumpump rr pumpump r click click click pumpump and a loud DAMN IT with one last bounce. You are not going to do it today for me, are you??

What next she ponders? I’m going back in and will be back later to get you started, you hear me!! When I get back out here to try you again, you better listen to me

Let me know what you all think.

Lynn

Conclusion:

It is about 9:30 pm and Lynn thinks to herself, I have to get this damn car started for tomorrow morning and I have given it a 2 hour rest, it is time to try again. This time she bundles up in her long pink silky robe wearing nothing more then a cream colored secret treasures silky teddy underneath and her white wedge strappy expressions sandals , as she is usually dressed at home, with a pack of her Capri menthols in one hand and her keys in the other. The outside temperature is not all that cold and Lynn is thinking why is this thing giving me so much trouble? She slips her butt on the drivers seat with her left foot dangling outside the door and firmly plants her right red painted toes square on the gas pedal. Lynn does not worry about being exposed and open in her bed room attire as there is no one that can see her at home as the closest house is about 3 quarters of a mile away on the other side of the woods. This is one reason she keeps this car, the thrill that it has brought to her for years. More times then not, she goes out early in the morning to start it before dressing for work to let it warm up in her bedroom clothes, usually a pink flowery Secret Treasures satin night shirt that barely reaches her thigh in length on warm days with a long satin robe wrapped over her wearing the same underneath on colder mornings.

I am at it again on this chilly evening. Left leg dangling out and right leg unmercifully pumping away once again. Clack clack clack clack clack clack go my wedges with my beautiful red toe nails I might add before turning the key, while there is no bouncing necessary yet as I have just begun my quest once again. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr without pumping yet I decide as the rrrrrrrrrrrrrrs continue with a stronger recharged battery from resting. Damn it, c’mon I’m trying to be fair here. You have had your rest now, now it is your turn to behave for me. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr continues without pumping yet. My right foot is getting itchy now rrrrrrrrrrr and here we go rrrrrrrrrr - pumppumpumpumpump - rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - pumpumpumpumpump - rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - pumpumpump - rrrrrrrrrrrrrr stop. I begin to really slap at the pedal in my wedges this time on the dry pump repetition, taptaptaptaptaptaptap just like a ballet dancer with a very noticeable squeak from the throttle cable under the hood

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr we go with a clack clack clack clack up and down on the pedal. Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr - pumpumpumpumpumpumpumpump - pumpumpumpumpumpumpumpump - pumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpumpump - pumpumpumpumpump a lot of pumping on this attempt I might add with a nice bounce on each pump, still no success. Damn it, as I light a Capri cigarette now that this has become stressful again. I need you to start for me, c’mon now, be fair!!!

Let me conclude it like this , the very last paragraph above, goes for about 30 minutes total with different pumping techniques in order to finally get the damn thing started with me yelling and bouncing. Those old carburetors sure can be cranky when they want to be!!!

ilovepumps!

Nice one

Lynn

Thanks!! I hope to have more up sometime soon. Hopefully we will draw some interest in this topic, as I am sure there are more out their that have similar experiences to share.

ilovepumps!

I hope there will be more responses on this thread.

stuckheels

that was a nice cranking story. have any of you ladies got your car stuck in mud or snow while wearing heels? i would love to read about it.

jsnheel

Why as a matter of fact,I have.
I'll PM you about it.
J.

I Tried

Please let us all know Jsn .