Stranger Trample 2 min read

This was one of my first tramples on total strangers where I began to think that maybe some guys liked being trampled on. My girlfriends and I were all on a ferry heading back from a resort island that we’d spent the day on. It was about nine at night so it was dark, and the ferry was crowded with people, mainly young like us.

At the front of the ferry, a number of guys were sitting down on the benches or on the floor. One guy had his back against the end of a bench and his legs stretched out along the inside of the rail of the ferry. Although it was dark there was enough light to see his legs, as it was cold he was wearing jeans and a sweater. I was wearing jeans too, plus a sweater and a jersey, plus my well worn white sneakers of course. I walked up to the rail and looked at the view, pretending not to see him.

The toe of my right sneaker nudged up against his leg so I knew where it was. I leaned on the rail of the boat and lifted up my right foot and put it on his upper legs, stepping up quickly I put my left foot on his knees. I waited for him to complain so I could apologize and step down, but he didn’t say a word. I turned slightly and stepped sideways with my right foot, so the heel of my sneaker landed right in the middle of his crotch area. Because he was sitting I didn’t feel anything down there, but I shifted my foot about a bit rubbing it on his lap.

I stayed standing on his lap and legs for about five minutes before finally turning away from him and stepping onto his lower legs with my right foot I walked off him. As I walked away I couldn’t resist turning and I saw him staring straight at me. He started to look embarrassed right away but I gave him a really cheeky grin as if to say “I knew you were there and I know you liked it,” before turning to the front again and walking off. I came back about an hour later but he was inside the cabin area by then. Too bad, a real trample fan would have laid down on his back on the freezing cold deck and waited for me.

After this guy, I began to think that maybe some guys liked being walked on, was only about 15 when this happened and this was the first guy I’d stepped on who seemed keen to let me stay there. I’d done similar tramples in the past, and nearly always the guy had said things like “watch it,” or “look out where you’re putting your big feet.”

It was to be a while before I found another willing victim, in the meantime I had to content myself with more surprise victims.