Eddie was slowly falling asleep. He’d been unable to sleep last night, worried about waking up in time for his big day, worried about missing his one big opportunity. He thought again about the ten beautiful women and their twenty gorgeous feet unknowingly walking all over his helpless buried body. Whatever happens, today would change his life forever. Eddie had never been this bold. This was the start of a new beginning, and Eddie could only hope it wouldn’t be the end, too. Getting caught would change his life as well, and not for the better.
He relaxed a little more and his mind was wandering when he felt… or was it heard…no, sensed. He sensed a movement, and he thought it was perhaps the stage. Eddie was wide awake now, though, and his senses were on high alert. He sensed another movement, another presence, and then nothing. He thought, but was not sure, that there was activity above him. The sand damped all sensations from the surface. Hopefully it wouldn’t damp everything! Eddie strained his senses but eventually started to think that perhaps he was mistaken, that nothing was happening. It was then that he heard a vague but definite booming sound, and he listened intently. The noise repeated itself. 5 booms that repeated themselves. Must be the announcer or a technician testing the microphone, thought Eddie. He settled again and now was quite aware of the activity going on just above him. He concentrated on it for a while and started thinking about the ten large models again. As Eddie listened and waited, the activity above increased noticeably.
The booming noise that Eddie thought was the microphone had started again, and was now regular. The event must have started, and someone is giving a speech. Eddie did not know what the day’s agenda was, but assumed that at some point soon, the announcer would introduce the models. They must be somewhere very close now, perhaps less than 5 feet away. Eddie found that thought exciting, and dwelled on that for a while. Where were they now? Who was first in line? Once announced they would approach the stairs and take up their positions on the stage. If he had chosen his position correctly, their journey to the stairs would take all ten models, one at a time and in single file, directly over him. Every nerve in Eddie’s flesh tingled. Every muscle fidgeted with excitement. His brain was overloading with anticipation so much that he felt he might pass out. He couldn’t stop shivering, couldn’t stop quivering. His whole body waiting, waiting with increasing impatience for its glorious moment of life.
The P.A. system boomed louder. Eddie stopped breathing and listened for clues. At that instant he felt the sand compressing near his left ankle, something was pushing his ankle to the right, and then an instant later his crotch imploded. His penis was pushed so hard into its supporting sand that Eddie couldn’t help but cry out into his snorkel, and he could feel the force on his penis rolling over it. Almost as soon as the squeal escaped his lips he tried to shut it off, but then the rest of his air was punched out of his lungs by a colossal thump onto the top half of his chest, which replaced the crush on his crotch. Eddie’s mind flooded with sudden panic as the force on his chest quickly rolled forwards and started crushing the sand against his neck, the pressure growing without mercy.
It was at about this moment when a second shock wave thumped into his crotch. Eddie hadn’t even noticed this second person around his legs. This second thump on his crotch only served to stab more fear into Eddie’s mind. The pressure on his voice box was growing, and he feared his throat was about to be crushed. All of this model’s weight must be on his throat now. All of a sudden the pressure released, and Eddie’s mind focussed on the flattening, rolling pressure now nearing the end of its cycle on his crotch. As that pressure started to lift it was replaced with another sand shifting thud, this time on the left side of his chest. Eddie now felt another squeeze on his thighs