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Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 0 (0)

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The author writes about experiences with a likeminded girl who trampled him on multiple occasions

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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. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 1 0 (0)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 0 (0)

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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. Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 2 0 (0)“

Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 0 (0)

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A few days later, I stopped by to see Ida-Lisa, who was alone in the store. She looked less annoyed than the last time I’d seen her. She was unpacking some things, so I could watch her in peace. I liked it when she dropped an empty bag on the floor and accidentally stepped on it. “This is where the bags should be,” I said, my voice tinged with longing. “What kind of person are you?” Ida-Lisa asked as she turned around, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. “Hi, my name is Ove,” I said, glancing at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “Oh, really?” Ida-Lisa replied. “I’m going to work as a walkway mat from now on,” I said, casting another glance at Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I didn’t order anything like that, but lie down in front of, or rather, behind, the checkout counter, and I’ll give it a try.” I walked over and lay down. I had barely settled in when the first customer walked in. Ida-Lisa walked toward me with a welcoming smile for the customer, who didn’t suspect anything out of the ordinary. She just picked out what she wanted and lined it up at the register. Standing gently on me, Ida-Lisa talked with her. They then stood there chatting about nothing for a while. I enjoyed being flattened under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. “I know you’ve started working out, but I didn’t realize it would affect your height,” said the customer, who happened to be the known hairdresser, amused. She leaned over the counter and looked down at me as I lay there, smiling at her. “You’re such a dodgeball, lying there,” she said with a playful wink in my direction. “Yeah, I’m lying here enjoying myself under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops.” Continue reading “Trampling girl in a store – Part 3 0 (0)“