I have had a thing about girl's feet since as long as I can remember. One place where you are guaranteed to see feet is at the beach. When I was young, we used to go to this small lake which had a public beach. This one day, when I was quite young, I was sitting in the sand making a sand castle and noticed two women in their early 30's walking straight towards me with a couple young girls of about 10 following behind. I was mesmerized watching the sway of the hips of these two bikini clad women as they kept walking straight toward me. I was about 12 at the time and didn't understand why I was 'turned on' by girls, but I was. I just kept watching the women and the two girls as they passed so close that the thigh of the one lady actually brushed my shoulder. I watched in amazement as the women unconsciously trampled my sand castle as they walked past me and to the water. One of the little girls kicked part of the sand castle and stomped on one of the towers. I was both ticked, shocked and turned on all at once. I sat there for a few minutes staring at their foot prints all over the sand castle I spent quite a time building. There was something about this that really turned me on and I thought it would be great if these two girls and what appeared to be their mothers would again do the same thing and trample my sand castle. I figured there was no chance till I noticed that the reason why they walked by me was that me and my sand castle were in direct line between their towels and stuff and the dock which seemed to be their destination. Well, I didn't have long to wait. One of the little girls went up to her mother and soon all four of them were on their way back, coming straight at me. I sat there and waited. They walked straight at me and again, they stepped on, kicked and trampled my sand castle. One of the women just missed my hand with the heel of her foot and one of the little girls grazed my outstretched leg with her heel as she walked past. Well, for whatever reason I got the idea that I wanted one or more of them to step on a part of me. I figured that if they had no problems stepping on the sand castle then why not bury one of my legs and my one hand under the sand as if they were part of the sand castle and just see what happens. I stretched out my right leg and covered it with a bit of sand, enough to hide it so it looked like a small wall. I placed my left hand under another pile of sand which looked like part of the castle. I had to stay like that for a while as they (the women and girls) decided to take a break from the watter for a while. I was getting bored and had all but given up hope that they would come back. I was just about to pull my hand and leg out of the sand when the taller blond lady stood up, said something to the others and then they all stood up and started walking my way. I froze in position. My mouth was dry and I was shaking with anticipation. The shorter red haired lady stepped right next to my hand but missed it and then stepped next to my leg such that her heel just grazed it. As soon as she raised the foot that barely missed my leg, the other woman stepped squarely on my hand. I could feel my fingers bent backwards then twisted as she stepped off my hand with that natural twist of her foot that so many women seem to do. I figured this was as good as it got till one of the little girls stepped on my hand as well then stepped on my leg with her other foot. The girl was surprisingly heavy and I felt my leg bend under her weight. None of them even broke their stride! It was amazing. I quickly repaired the sand and waited for them to finish swimming and come back. I didn't have to wait all that long before I saw six lovely feet trampling their way back to me. The one girl was still swimming. Again I was in position. This time the little girl was in front and the same one who stepped on me before stepped on my hand again. But, I was not prepared for what was to happen next. The other girl was still in the water and the smaller of the two women, a very attractive red head, walked up to me, stopped on my hand and turned on her heel while standing on my hand. She called to the other girl while standing on my hand! The pressure was getting intense. It is one thing to be stepped on, but to have someone stand on your hand is another thing altogether. She stood there for what seemed to be like an eternity. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as I watched her ass tilt and her beautiful feet flexing while her foot was on my hand. Then the girl came running. The woman opened her arms and the little girl jumped up into her mother's arms. All this happening while her mother stood on my hand! Then this red head again turned on her heel, with my hand under it and finally walked off. My hand was throbbing. There was sand actually ground under the skin! This was one of my earliest trampling experiences and to this day I find watching women walking on the beach and leaving foot prints in the sand a real turn on.
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