Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 7 min read

After Ida-Lisa had trampled all over me, her flip-flops had left some dirty footprints on my T-shirt. Unfortunately, they disappeared when I had to wash the clothes, so I came up with the idea of making them more permanent. I didn’t have the slightest idea how to go about it, so I looked up information on printing on textiles. I found a type of dye powder that you mix with water, which was supposed to create a durable finish on the print. Ida-Lisa was on board with my idea. I wanted the imprint to look as natural as possible, so one day when the ground was damp from light rain, I folded up a white T-shirt. When I saw a young woman scampering by in flip-flops, I hoped she’d come into the store. With my heart pounding with anticipation, I placed the T-shirt just inside the store door. I was incredibly lucky when the young woman headed straight toward me. She took a few steps on my T-shirt, leaving a pair of footprints from her sandal soles right across the T-shirt’s stomach and chest. I hurried to pick up the T-shirt before anyone else came in or went out. The girl left some pretty clear imprints behind. The only question was how I could make them permanent, so they’d withstand washing and wear and tear. The girl who had walked over my T-shirt looked at me in surprise when she saw me pick up the T-shirt and examine the imprints left by her flip-flops. “What are you going to do with the imprints from my flip-flops?” the girl asked, amused. “I’m going to try to preserve them and wear the T-shirt as often as I can to remember how you walked over it with your flip-flops,” I replied. “And how do you plan to do that?” the girl asked, amused. I realized I’d seen that cute young girl several times, and it occurred to me that she worked as a hairdresser near the store. ”I was thinking of trying to paint them somehow, or something like that, though I don’t know how or with what kind of paint, ” I said. “You’re a little out there, but I like the idea. The question is whether it would work with hair dye. No, wait, that would wash out when I get stains on my clothes, but I have an idea: my daughter came home from school with a print she made using a potato on paper. Maybe that could work,” she said, ”The color itself isn’t the big problem, it’s how to get clear imprints of the soles of your flip-flops,” I answered. I showed the T-shirt to the girl, who had indeed left imprints from the trampling on it, but they weren’t the sharp, defined marks following the pattern on the soles that I was looking for. “You need just the right amount of paint and pressure for the pattern to show up clearly and sharply,” I said. “Then no one can walk on the T-shirt, because they’ll leave the same kind of imprints I left behind. The fabric sags under the weight, after all,” she said. “Besides, your flip-flops look a little worn, so the pattern isn’t intact across the entire soles,” I said. “I’ve been wearing them for a while, yeah,” the girl replied cheerfully. “In other words, they’re better suited for being trampled under your feet than for making imprints,” I grinned cheerfully. “So, you’re the one who loves lying under Ida-Lisa’s feet?” the girl asked with a grimace. “How do you know that?” I asked. “Ida-Lisa herself ratted you out, and I’ve been wondering who it was,” the girl said with a big smile. “Will you help me with the printing if I buy some paint and a new pair of flip-flops, so we have the best possible conditions?” I asked. “Sure, I can help you, but I’ll never step on you,” the girl replied with a grimace. “No, I have Ida-Lisa for that, so you don’t need to, though it would be exciting to lie under your flip-flops,” I said. “Then I’ll see you when you get the stuff home,” the girl said and disappeared out the store door. I sat down and ordered the paint, and I planned to buy a new pair of flip-flops at the first opportunity.

While I was sitting there ordering supplies in my own workshop, Ida-Lisa came in to see me. I could tell right away that she was seething with anger. She was holding her cell phone and waving it around angrily. “Can you help me install something on this damn phone?” she asked. “Sure, I can, if I get to lie under your flip-flops while I do it,” I replied, amused. I crawled down and lay on my back. Ida-Lisa stepped onto my waiting body with an irritated look on her face. Since she was both angry and irritated, she wasn’t the least bit careful with me. I let out a slight groan of surprise at how heavy it felt as she stepped on me. Then her fifty kg evened out and was distributed across both sandal soles, so it felt just as good as it always had. I groaned when Ida-Lisa leaned forward and dug her toes into the lower part of my chest. Even now, she wasn’t the least bit careful around me; she just stood up and remained standing. For the occasion, she was in flip-flops, wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse that showed off her luscious, firm breasts. It was uncomfortable when she stood on both my lower ribs and the upper part of my stomach, so I asked her to take a couple of steps up onto my chest, which she did. I had a really hard time concentrating on her phone; instead, I found myself staring more under her short skirt than on the screen. I didn’t think Ida-Lisa had noticed what I was staring at, but she looked down at me and smiled at me like a tiger about to pounce on a fawn. My face turned bright red when I realized Ida-Lisa was watching my gaze. I hurriedly turned on the phone and asked what she wanted installed. “It’s something that came in a text message,” Ida-Lisa replied. I really hoped Ida-Lisa didn’t realize that I was taking some pictures up her skirt and sending them to myself. I opened the text messaging app and installed the program. Ida-Lisa was impatient, and without thinking about where she was placing her flip-flops, I could just enjoy lying beneath that hot chick’s feet. At the same time, I was thinking about how to get the best possible prints on the T-shirts I planned to buy. They were going to be white, so the black prints would stand out the best. I couldn’t stop my eyes from sliding up and down those gorgeous legs that were standing right on top of me. I knew Ida-Lisa had started working out so she could build some muscle and gain a little weight. So far, it hadn’t yielded much in the way of results, but I could definitely see that her legs were slightly more substantial. They were incredibly beautiful, and her butt was absolutely gorgeous. Her waist was slim and slender, and it felt amazing to have her standing on top of me. Her flip-flops barely sank in at all, no matter what she stepped on, and I could have lain there forever. Unfortunately, her phone beeped to let me know the installation was complete, so I handed it to her. Ida-Lisa thanked me by giving me an absolutely wonderful moment under her soft and flexible flip-flops. I loved lying under them. The fact that Ida-Lisa finished by stepping on my rock-hard penis just made me love what she was doing even more, even though it hurt terribly as she stepped over it.