Trampling girl in a store – Part 4 9 min read

No, damn it, not again, Ida-Lisa groaned discontentedly after getting stuck in the cable under the checkout counter, so the computer at the checkout went out and didn’t work. Damn hell, can you come and help me with the cable to the checkout station? Ida-Lisa swore loudly on the phone when she called me in despair half a minute later. I hurried over to her and realized that it was the same cable that I had repaired a few days earlier. Ida-Lisa had managed to drag parts of it with her, so it had come apart again. You haven’t done this on purpose to have me under the counter, I said with a teasing look at the sexy chick. She was dressed for the day in an unusually long dress, which went down to the balls of her feet. With it she had the flip-flops that were the softest and most comfortable for me to be caressed by under her feet and body weight. Ida-Lisa threw such an angry look at me that I should have died at once. “Down on the floor and fix the damn cable before customers arrive,” Ida-Lisa hissed with a subsequent swear rhyme. Amused by her angry face, I crawled down to the same place where Ida-Lisa had trampled me the first time. When I was fiddling with the cable, a customer came in. I was just reaching for a screwdriver when Ida-Lisa came trippy until me where I lay. Ida-Lisa stood behind the checkout counter. I saw her annoyed look at my fumbling hand. Her right foot landed right over my outstretched hand, which received more than half her weight. I understood that Ida-Lisa did it on purpose, something she would probably never admit to me. With a teasing face, the delicious little pretty girl looked me straight in the eyes that glittered with irony. Admittedly, it was heavenly nice to have the wonderfully soft sandal sole pressed over my hand by Ida-Lisa’s half weight on the sexy foot, but it was not possible to fix the cable as long as she stood there and let me enjoy it. When the man was done, Ida-Lisa got off my hand and stood as close to me as she could and reached over to the computer. I managed to get the contact in the right place, so Ida-Lisa could start the computer and take payment, but when she was about to take the receipt to give to the customer, she couldn’t get through. Carefully, she put her foot down on me and leaned forward to grab the receipt she handed over to the customer. ”Damn cable devil,” she swore when the door shut behind the customer. She still had the nice caressing foot left on me when a new customer came in. She was going to have cigarettes, which meant that Ida-Lisa “had to stand on top of me” to reach the cigarettes. I felt her shift all her small weight onto my stomach and put her other foot down on my chest. She dug her toes into me quite roughly. I complained, but I don’t think the customer heard me. ”You have to be quiet when there are customers here, and I’m standing on you,” Ida-Lisa said, giggling when the customer left us. ”But it hurt when you stood on tiptoe,” I said. ”You can’t stand much,” Ida-Lisa replied, cackling with laughter. ”Shut up, you, woman, ” I coughed as Ida-Lisa still stood on me. “I think you broke the cable on purpose to be able to stand on my pleasurable body,” I said to annoy Ida-Lisa. I got a swear string strip back, which would have scared anyone out of their minds. ”Quiet for the heck of it, because customers are coming, ” Ida-Lisa said softly. I didn’t see that the customer was a young woman with two children in company, who was going around the whole store. ”Mom, mom, the aunt is standing on an old man, the eldest daughter screamed when she saw my flattened being under Ida-Lisa’s flip-flops. ”But Tilia, it’s not called aunt and old man, but the lady and the gentleman, and besides, the lady doesn’t stand on the gentleman, ”said the mother. ”Of course she does, so he’s completely flattened, ”Tilia said in a defiant voice. ”Yes, look, kids, ”the girl said and smiled a smile at her daughter’s fantasies. Ida-Lisa just smiled an angelic smile when the customers disappeared out the door. Ida-Lisa’s swear a new strip she threw down at me, was anything but angelic. In some kind of disgruntled attempt to get me to fix the cable, Ida-Lisa put a stupidly caressing foot down on my cock, which tightened against my pants, so I thought they were going to burst. Skillfully, she pulled the soft sole towards my male pride until I moaned with arousal. With one of her flip-flops trampling on my stomach, she drove me to a massive volcanic eruption, which wet the entire crotch of my pants. I managed to temporarily fix the cord before I sneaked over to me, afraid that someone would see my smeared crotch that Ida-Lisa’s foot had turned into a big wet spot. I quickly returned to Ida-Lisa. “I’m going to stand on your pathetic body until you’ve fixed that damn cord,” Ida-Lisa said, giving me a wicked look. “Then you’d never get it fixed, because I don’t want you stepping off me with those wonderful flip-flops on your feet.” “You’re totally hopeless, I thought you’d get tired of being trampled under my feet,” Ida-Lisa said with a broad smile. “Not a chance, you’ll never get me to tell you to get off, no matter how much you torment me,” I replied, smiling just as broadly. ”Hm, ”said Ida-Lisa with a sly face. Her wonderfully sexy feet found their way to the place where I am most sensitive. With a strange face, she stood on my most sensitive place and stood still. Ida-Lisa looked down at me, where I tried not to grimace in pain, while I loved what she did to me. Her nicely trampling flip-flops would surely leave quite a big imprint behind when she finally got off. Even I couldn’t understand why it felt so good to lie under the small areas of her feet and flip-flops. Her slightly over fifty kilos should not be comfortable to lie under. Her flip-flops shouldn’t make them so comfortable either. I had always been fascinated by lying under girls’ feet and thought it was extremely nice. I now knew that Ida-Lisa carried a fetish for stepping on men. She loved it when their bodies, like in this case, my body, carried her up. Of course, it was easier for her to stand on a man than it was for him to carry her up. From what I understood, I was the man who had been the longest and most below her. Most men ran as far away from her as they could when they realized that she wanted to stand and walk on them. She had understood from the first second she placed a flip-flop on me that I was different and she could use me as a base for her feet. The fact that I demanded that she wear flip-flops was just a fun detail for her. It was Ida-Lisa who first gave up and got off me. She gave me a strange look that reflected both joy and admiration for having tolerated her weight for so long. While it was nice that she got off me, I already missed the wonderful feeling under her flip-flops. I was going to repair the cable, and then I wasn’t going to give up until Ida-Lisa was standing on me in her nice trampling flip-flops.

I tried to fix the broken cord so badly that Ida-Lisa would easily break it again. All to enjoy under her wonderful flip-flops that were so heavenly to lie under. On this day, she was wearing a pair of denim shorts when she came to get ready for the store. She let me in, and I was in shock when she approached me. She had changed to black, yes I don’t know what, the whole outfit was in some kind of chromexe material that showed off her wonderful body lines in a completely divine way. Her breasts were exposed just enough, so it wasn’t too challenging. Her flat stomach and wonderful rear were absolutely wonderful through the supple black fabric. You could even see her “camel toes”. On her feet, she had a pair of flip-flops I hadn’t seen before. They were black with some kind of embellishment where the Y-straps joined together to dive down to the big toes. Don’t worry, I’m going to have a skirt for this too, so don’t look so shocked, Ida-Lisa said with a big smile. I crawled down to get the cord together with its connector, although I skimped on the material so that it wouldn’t be too durable. I then just lay there waiting for Ida-Lisa to come and trampling me down and start up the computer. I was dying of curiosity about how the new flip-flops would feel under Ida-Lisa’s feet, and I soon found out. A customer came in. While he picked up some goods, Ida-Lisa stepped up on my waiting body. She pulled a skirt that covered part of her, but from below my eyes could feel the beautiful lines of her legs all the way up to her “part” where her ass looked absolutely lovely. The flip-flops were perfectly fine to have pressed against the body of Ida-Lisa’s lightweight. The material was slightly stiffer than that of her other flip-flops. Ida-Lisa showed no consideration for me while she took payment from the customer who disappeared out. I thought she was going to get off me, but she just stood there and showed me her delicious ass. Ida-Lisa didn’t take the slightest account of the fact that I was starting to get worn out from carrying her small weight. I grunted more and more often and had a hard time being quiet even when there were customers in the store, so Ida-Lisa took pity on me and let me off to my workshop.