Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 17 min read

Right on time every day, a very cute girl with the most wonderful figure I’d ever laid my eyes on showed up outside my small workshop space. During the summer, her very beautiful and sexy feet were tucked into one of several different pairs of flip-flops. I don’t know why she always arrived at exactly same time, though I knew she worked at one of the nearby stores. I had my little repair shop in a basement room with a small window facing an open staircase with three steps. The company that owns the building has set up a collection point for recyclables. I could watch, relatively undisturbed, as the girl climbed those few steps. One day, she apparently couldn’t fit a cardboard box into the slot where they were supposed to be placed. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her drop the box down below the stairs and stomp on it, flattening it. She used her wonderful feet to bend it up before bending down to pick it up. Her blue eyes met mine as she stared straight into my eyes with an amused smile. She waved at me teasingly, and I responded with a blown kiss. Unfortunately, I couldn’t open the window, so I could only stare at her gorgeous feet as she climbed back up the stairs.

A few days later, I got thirsty and got up to go over to the petite girls’ store and buy a drink. When I walked in, I noticed something was wrong. The girl who ran the store was bubbling with anger and banging on the computer, standing on the counter. It was apparently handling the payments, which was why she was so annoyed. I grabbed a cold drink and walked over to the girl, who was alone in the store. “Hi, I can’t take payments because a connector is giving me trouble and keeps coming loose,” she said. “Maybe I can fix that for you,” I said, walking around the counter. I couldn’t help but stare down at her feet, which Ida-Lisa noticed. She looked me straight in the eyes with a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Nice, huh?” she said teasingly. “Yeah, I’d really love to enjoy your wonderful feet in those flip-flops,” I replied without thinking. My face turned bright red from my cheeky comment, and I turned my attention back to her concerns. A few cables ran from the computer into a cramped space under the cash register. To reach the troublesome cable, I lay on my back and crawled in a little bit. I took the opportunity to look at the cute and sexy girl who was about one hundred fifty-five centimeters tall. She had the most wonderful figure I could imagine. Technically, she was probably underweight. In any case, her small, feminine muscles rippled beneath her sun-kissed skin. She had the blondest hair I’d seen in a long time, and it was naturally blond. At the same time, I couldn’t stop staring at her gorgeous feet in a pair of flip-flops made of soft, flexible rubber. I pulled out the cord and wiggled the plug, then plugged it back into the outlet. “Try it now,” I said. The girl came around the counter, leaned over me, and tried to turn the computer back on. While she was doing that, a new customer came in, and I didn’t know if Ida-Lisa did it on purpose when she placed one of her lovely feet on my body. She wasn’t weighing more than a kilo on me or so, and it felt incredibly nice under the soft, flexible sole of her flip-flop. She barely had time to take the customers’ payment before a new customer walked in, so I stayed put to make sure the payment went through. “Damn, I have to stand on you,” Ida-Lisa whispered. She had barely whispered it before her first wonderfully sexy foot landed on my stomach. Without the slightest hesitation, she stepped up onto me completely. I didn’t have time to tense my abs, but it felt incredibly good to lie under her not-too-heavy weight. She stood on me for no more than a minute before the payment went through and she stepped off my pleasure-filled body. I let go of the cord, but then the payment terminal shut off immediately. There were no more than ten minutes left before she was due to be closed for the day, so I stayed put to keep an eye on the plug. One last customer of the day walked in. While I held the plug in, the girl booted up the computer. When the customer came to pay, Ida-Lisa stepped on top of me. One of her feet “accidentally” landed on the tip of my manhood, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through me. Since my manhood was rock-hard, the girl must have felt what she was stepping on, yet she remained standing there until the payment was complete. After the customer left, the girl placed her foot along my manhood and began to move it. My penis, of course, reacted to the incredibly pleasurable and arousing caress from the soft rubber sole. With an amused smile, she looked down at me as I lay beneath her feet, enjoying the sensation. “Now you can unplug the cord,” she said. With a giggle, she took a few wonderfully pleasurable, final steps across my body before stepping off and walking over to lock the front door. “I hope I didn’t hurt you,” she said, glancing at my stomach and my still-erect manhood, which she’d massaged under her sexy foot. My light-colored pants revealed a small stain in my crotch, so the girl understood what her flip-flop had done. She laughed heartily at my embarrassment as she let me out of the store. “You can come back tomorrow and lie down under my flip-flops, because you seem to like being flattened under my feet,” the girl grinned, before closing the door into the store. I couldn’t help but stare at her gorgeous feet, which I’d just had the pleasure of enjoying. I’d long had wet dreams about having her sexy feet pressed against me, and now it had finally, and quite unexpectedly, happened. Without letting her know that I was turned on by her feet and flip-flops and had always wanted to get up close to them, I just stared at her gorgeous toes. This week, her nails were painted a lovely blue color that matched her white sandals. You can probably guess twice what my dreams were about that night

The next morning, I got myself a soldering iron. When Ida-Lisa opened the front door, I gasped at the sight of that incredibly cute and sexy little thing, who had just turned twenty. That day, she was wearing a skimpy dress that showed off all her beautiful curves. On her feet, she was wearing the other pair she hadn’t worn yesterday. Ida-Lisa had just managed to change into something a little more decent when the first customer stormed into the store. I lay there behind her desk, enjoying the sight of Ida-Lisa running round in the soft flip-flops she was wearing. To my delight, Ida-Lisa put one foot on my stomach as she tried to connect the computer. The payment terminal wasn’t working, not a chance. “Goddamn it all to hell,” Ida-Lisa muttered angrily to herself. At the same time, she placed her right foot over my groin and pressed down hard, sending a sharp wave of pain through me. Even though I loved what she was doing, I could hardly keep from screaming in pain. I plugged the cables I was holding in place into the outlet so Ida-Lisa could process the customer’s payment. Once the payment was complete, I continued with the repair. I didn’t finish before some kind of morning rush set in, so I had to stay there and hold the cords in place. I truly enjoyed it when Ida-Lisa made full use of my body. Her flat, soft, and flexible soles took turns caressing me all over my body, including my genitals. I was in heaven being caressed under the soles of her flip-flops. They were just the right amount of worn and soft. Ida-Lisa didn’t weigh so much that I couldn’t enjoy her stepping on me. She never crossed the pain threshold; instead, it was just heavenly to feel the worn pattern under her flip-flops. I would have loved to lie under that gorgeous girl’s feet all day, but I had my own business to run. During a lull between customers, I soldered the plug back together, and it seemed to work. Ida-Lisa seemed to understand that I was a little disappointed not to be able to lie under her feet and flip-flops, so she took one last stroll over me before I got up and received a hug from that gorgeous girl.

Ida-Lisa seemed to think it was a bummer not to have my body under her flip-flops. Of course, I offered to be her walking mat, as long as she wore flip-flops or other soft shoes without heels and with some kind of comfortable material on the soles. She owned a pair of ancient espadrilles with braided jute soles. They were made before they started adding reinforcements under the soles and would probably be nice to lie under. Unlike Ida-Lisa, I could close my repair shop during lunchtime, so I was the one who got to go over to her place to lie under her wonderful feet and flip-flops. That day, she was in the process of rearranging the pictures hanging from hooks in the ceiling. She was standing on her tiptoes, so I took the opportunity to slip a small tomato under one of her flip-flops. A moment later, she came down. With a delightful crunch, she crushed the tomato under her heel. She slipped and let out a string of curses that could have woken the dead, before she noticed I was standing behind her, grinning. “You can’t swear like that in front of customers,” I said to her with a smile. All I got was another string of curses thrown in my face. Ida-Lisa glanced down at the tomato she’d crushed and swore again. “Was it you who threw the tomato under my flip-flop?” she asked irritably. “Sure, but I don’t want to lick the sole clean,” I replied, smiling. “Get down on your hands and knees so I can use your back as a ladder to reach up and hang the ad,” she said. I immediately got down on my hands and knees, without thinking about the tomato, which a moment later smeared all over my white T-shirt. Ida-Lisa balanced on my arched back for a few minutes before jumping down from me. The sound of her sandal soles hitting the floor turned me on. I stared, fascinated, at her feet, I wanted to end up underneath them. We went and sat down, and then Ida-Lisa asked me what was so nice about lying under her feet and flip-flops. “There’s something about the soft, flexible soles that makes it so nice. The fact that you don’t weigh any more than you do also makes it heavenly, and I love it when you stand and walk on me. It doesn’t hurt one bit, it’s just heavenly,” I said. “I get it, your penis gets hard every time,” Ida-Lisa giggled, amused. “Why did you step on me the first time?” I asked. “I’ve long found it fascinating to stand and walk on a human body, and I took the opportunity when you were lying there, ”said Ida-Lisa. ”I’m eternally grateful to you for that and for always wearing flip-flops on your incredibly sexy feet, ”I said. ”But why specifically under my flip-flops?” Ida-Lisa asked. “It’s because you’re so small, gorgeous, and light, and because you’re willing to stand and step on me,” I replied. “Describe how it feels when I stand on you,” said Ida-Lisa. “It’s a wonderful feeling, though at the same time it’s a little scary that it might hurt me. Plus, it’s a sign of trust to let you decide how and where you put your weight on me,” I said. “It’s kind of the same for me when I trample around on your sensitive parts, but at the same time, it’s a ticklish sensation to feel your body flex under the soles of my sandals. I’ve never met anyone who’s as obsessed with flip-flops as you are, and who demands that I wear them just so I can use you as a doormat,” she said. “Flip-flops do make it much more comfortable under your light weight,” I said. “Is there a difference between when you’re dressed and when I’m stepping on your bare skin?” asked Ida-Lisa. “Not really, it’s more a matter of the materials and how worn the pattern is on the soles,” I replied. “Is there any difference between flip-flops from different manufacturers?” Ida-Lisa asked. “Yes, definitely, the new types of plastic are much less comfortable to be trampled by than those made with a high percentage of natural rubber,” I replied. “I have a pair of shoes with a canvas upper and the same sole as the flip-flops from the Havaianas factory in Brazil. I’d like to try them on you,” said Ida-Lisa. “Okay,” I said, glancing down at Ida-Lisa’s sexy feet. I’d seen ads for that kind of shoe, and it seemed like it would feel nice to be pressed down under them by Ida-Lisa’s wonderful feet; unfortunately, I wouldn’t be able to look at her feet in them, which was a shame. “Do you have them here?” I asked. “No, they’re at home, so I’ll have to try them on you another day,” said Ida-Lisa.

Both Ida-Lisa and I wanted to see how ordinary people would react when they saw a woman walking by and stepping on a man in public surroundings. We decided that a concert in Stadsparken would be a good place to try it out. A little while before the concert was set to begin, we scouted out a good spot where I could lie down on the soft grass. Ida-Lisa was going to start off gently, just stepping on me a little bit before intensifying her actions. The first time she walked past me, hardly anyone noticed that she’d placed a foot on one of my outstretched hands. Since no one reacted, Ida-Lisa stopped being cautious and stepped right onto my back. She stood slightly askew across my shoulders and shoulder blades. A young woman glanced our way and pointed at my stretched out body, which was being pressed down under Ida-Lisa’s feet clad in those unusual fabric shoes with rubber soles resembling flip-flops. Of course, no one could see the soft soles; they could only see that someone was standing on top of my body. Several people looked at us, but no one made the slightest attempt to get Ida-Lisa off me. I enjoyed the wonderful massage Ida-Lisa was giving me for quite a while. When she stepped off, and I turned around, more people reacted as Ida-Lisa stepped up and stood on my stomach instead. However, no one moved toward us, so Ida-Lisa was able to calmly stay where she was and press me down into the grass. After half an hour, we gave up and walked away. We wanted to try something different, so we went to the beach. There, we changed into our swimsuits, and Ida-Lisa used her flip-flops to walk right over me. No one reacted the first two times Ida-Lisa stepped right on my body as she strolled past me. The third time, a man was walking behind her, and he yelped when Ida-Lisa stepped on my stomach. Ida-Lisa reacted and set her other foot down on me, then spun halfway around and looked at the man who was yelling. “What are you yelling about?” she said to the man in an irritated voice. “You’re stepping on a guy, for God’s sake,” the man said loudly. “So what?” Ida-Lisa asked as she moved one foot toward my crotch, which by then was rock hard and bulging out from under my swim pants. The man cursed and walked away. Right behind him came a girl around 18 years old. She looked amused as she watched me lying there under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Hey, why are you lying down there, looking like you’re enjoying yourself under her feet and flip-flops?” the girl asked, her eyes wide. “It always teases someone,” I replied with a smile. “You’re not quite right in the head, are you?” the girl grinned broadly. “No, maybe not. Do you want to stand on me, too?” “No, thanks,” the girl coughed cheerfully as she trotted away from us. Ida-Lisa stepped off me, and we went out and rinsed off in the water before leaving. It was both exciting and surprising how little the people at the concert had paid any attention to us. We wanted to see if people paid just as little attention everywhere. We went to a store where a beggar woman usually sat outside. She wasn’t there, so I lay down in a suitable spot, and Ida-Lisa stood on top of me. “Hi, Ove, and hi, Ida-Lisa, why are you standing on him and not on the ground like normal people?” asked one of Ida-Lisa’s customers. “We want to see if I can get 100 kr to get off him,” Ida-Lisa said with a smile. “No, not off me anyway,” the customer giggled cheerfully. Almost everyone who walked past the store reacted, but Ida-Lisa didn’t get any money from them to get off from me. I started showing clear signs that I’d had enough of lying under her weight, so we left and went for coffee instead. My body was worn out from carrying Ida-Lisa’s weight for several hours, and we called it a day.

The next day, Ida-Lisa brought both the espadrilles and the shoes with flip-flop soles to the store. I slipped in to see her during lunch, and to my delight, the store was quiet. I saw Ida-Lisa switch to the espadrilles and approach me. I more or less dove to the floor and felt a rough surface land on my stomach. Ida-Lisa quickly placed her other foot down, so she was standing with one foot on my stomach and the other on my chest. The braided soles felt different to lie under than her flip-flops. I could feel the tightly braided ropes, which were apparently sewn together so that the flattest sides faced the surface. The soles themselves were worn, but Ida-Lisa apparently hadn’t worn the shoes outdoors, because the bottoms were clinically clean, even though they looked well-worn. It was a heavenly experience to lie beneath the feet of that petite, gorgeous, and sexy girl wearing them. Because they were completely flat, her light weight was distributed evenly across the entire surface. I really loved it when she stepped around on my body in that exquisite way. Unfortunately, we were interrupted when a customer came in, so Ida-Lisa quickly stepped off me. I lay there so no one would see me and hoped she would return and stand on my waiting body again. When Ida-Lisa came back, I turned over so that I was lying on my stomach with my hands outstretched. Ida-Lisa looked at me amusedly. With a giggle, she slipped the first espadrille onto my hand. It felt devilishly good as she took a series of small, short steps all over my body, which was revealed in the sensation. There weren’t many millimeters that hadn’t been under those softly treading, yet firm soles, which felt completely different to lie under. My brain processed the sensation of being trampled on by that sexy, light-footed girl. I would have loved to stay there forever, but we were interrupted by a new customer. “Take off my shoes,” Ida-Lisa said. She placed one foot over my hand. I grabbed the shoe, and Ida-Lisa stepped out of it, then did the same with her other foot. She then slipped on a pair of her usual flip-flops and went out to serve the customer.