Step To The Park by Groundveiw

Another memorable time that I was able to get stepped on was last summer. I went to the park to hear a summer concert. It is customary to sit on the ground with blankets or to bring beach chairs. I decided to bring a blanket with the idea to try to get someone to either walk or step on me.

I got to the park an hour before the concert starting time. I saw how the people and the concessionaires were organized on the big lawn. I laid out my blanket so that I would be along the direct line of the food vendors. There were small openings in the crowd of blanket sitters, were the people had found paths to walk through. I then spread out my blanket next to one of those paths, with one side of the blanket folded over so I could place my hand under it's covered area near the open grass area's narrow foot path's edge. I hoped that as it got dark some person walking close to my blanket would step on it. They would think it was just a blanket, and not seeing my hidden hand, and then unknowingly, step on my hidden hand.

My plan started to work. As I made believe I was sleeping, I laid as far from the edge of the blanket as I could. I then placed my hand in between the blankets folded edges. I then hid my arm by my jacket laying over it.

Soon a teenage girl came walking along, slowly picking her way through the crowd. She happily for me, decided to walk along the path next to my blankets, through the crowed lawn area from the out lying area of food vendors. I quickly saw she was wearing those wooden clog's. Her wooden heeled shoes sank deeply into the thick park grass lawn. She then walked full on my blankets edge and did not see my hand. She then stepped with marvelous energy on my hand with the wooden sole of her clog high heel shoe.

How magnificent it was. A complete stranger. A young girl, stepping on my fingers up to my wrist with just a few of my fingers open on the other side. As she walked slowly on the edge of my blanket. I expected her now to quickly walk on. But surprisingly she did not. I looked up and saw she was carrying two cups of soda. She just was standing wonderfully tall and still on my hand. I was enjoying the crush on my fingers and partial hand.

I was very quiet in the hope that she did not notice I was below her foot. I looked intently at her white clean ankle pressing her soft looking red bottomed fleshy heel against her sculptured wooden shoe.

Her wooden clogs had hard plastic ribbed soles bottom covering, her wooden shoes, continued to mash beautifully into my fingers as she scanned the crowd, I guess she was looking for her companions in the now darkened dusk crowd.

I enjoyed seeing her soft naked white skinned ankle and firm calf muscles, as her exposed naked foot make her wooded shoe crush solidly on top of my hand. I wished that she could stand on me all the night long. But with all thing's being real, she stepped off of my hand soon after.

A few other little kids ran on my arm with their sneakers, but that was of little effect. Then one other major event happened that evening, a husband & wife team came after the darkness fell and parked their beach chairs a foot away from my blanket. They set up by having the woman sit right near me. At first they were so close to me, that the woman's legs, when crossed, her thick raised heel sandals overhung over my head. I got very hot when I saw this. I hoped by accident she would possibly kick me in the face or drop her toe flopping sandal down on me.

Sorry to say, and this being a true story the woman saw how her flopping sandal could fall as well and moved her chair a few inches over to the right in an attempt to leave me some clear star covered sky. In the course of the evening, their son came by and stood along side his mothers chair. I retreated my hand, since I don't get any joy in being stepped on my boys or men.

After two inter-missions, the couple did leave and the crowd started to whittle down, one other sleek dressed woman did walk close to my body, across my blanket, with tan high heel boots. She just looked down at me as she passed very close by my face. I guess she saw me at the last moment, and sorry to say, just in time avoided kicking my face. The rest of the night was just spent in near hits with the quick walking sneaker shod crowd.

by Groundview