Buried at the Beach

A few years ago, my friends buried me on (or rather “in”) the beach & left me for the afternoon with just my head above the sand with a hat on and they placed a deckchair over it. It was a busy sandy beach and a fairly busy traffic area. I was trampled on for a whole afternoon, unknowingly most of the time. It was exclusively female for the first hour or so. The sensation of natural trample was just awesome. Soon, nearly every part of my body except my head had been trampled, from my feet to my chest, mostly barefeet and flipflops with a fair amount of flat sandals. The belly took a little getting used to, but I soon learnt that it was better to relax my stomach muscles – it made it easier to take and more enjoyable. The best “belly one” of the day was probably a BBW of around the 25 stone/350lbs range with big (just as well) barefeet – direct hit, left foot centrally on belly. Just as well I had just exhaled or I would have been winded and probably given myself away.
“Mr Happy” got a fair amount of attention too and the more attention he got the more interest he showed. Fortunately, he did not “break cover”. However, the direct hits were most enjoyable, especially when the ball of the foot “pushed off” with all the trampers’ weight concentrated on him.
The first time I saw a group of guys approaching I nearly tried to get up but the sand was by now tightly packed around me and I could hardly move anyway. As they got closer I just closed my eyes and guess what – it really felt no different at all. So, each time guys approached I simply stayed put and enjoyed it. – an experience that repeated itself a few more times over the afternoon.
(I mentioned the guys “issue” with a couple of Ladies who trample me on a regular basis and their opinion was simply “a trample is a trample is a trample” & that’s the way I look at it now.)
Another “highlight” of the day was when a couple of thirty something Ladies approached from opposite directions and stopped to talk to each other.
They were both around 10 stone 140lbs, both barefooted – incredible luck, one stood on my upper chest with both her feet facing away from me and the other one on my legs just above my knees facing me. They must have been there for around ten or fifteen minutes, constantly shuffling their feet and moving their weight to and fro.
I did try keeping my eyes closed for a while, that way I never knew when a foot was going to trample me or from which direction – some were gentle and not very heavy and some were of course very heavy.
All in all a great way to spend the afternoon and when my friends returned they literally had to dig me out, the sand was really compacted round me. Once I had limbered up though I felt really good – not only most enjoyable it felt like an awesome massage.