Dependent store fun

Author – Steve

I went to old navy yesterday and as I was looking at clothes from shirts to socks, I was occasionally trying on some. There was a women out side the dressing room taking note of what people brought it in and out. I walked past her and went into a room to change. As I was in there I was getting excited thinking what would happen if I left my shoes in the dressing room as I left. I get very excited and aroused when playing with my shoes. I wanted to see if I could walk the store in my white thin socks and come back to get my shoes. I figured they would be there when I got back considering they were pretty beat up. I was getting aroused just thinking about it. I slowly slid my socked feet out of my loafers and left them in the corner of the dressing room. Walking out I gave the clothes I didn’t like to the women standing out front. She didn’t see my feet and if she did she didn’t say much, I would of been blushing and embarrassed . I kept walking around the store and got glances and weird looks because of the sock show. I tried to stay away from crowded sections for the most part because my socks were filthy and worn and it made it even more embarrassing going around people and having them stair at my worn socks. After 15 or 20 minutes of browsing in my stocking feet i decided to go back and get my loafers and leave . As I entered the dressing the room no one was in the room I had left them in but when I got in there they weren’t there!? I quickly panicked as I had taken the bus to get there and I would have to humiliate my self riding shoeless in thin white stockings on the way home . I quickly went up to the women out front and asked if she had seen my loafers . To my surprise she said she actually picked the pair of loafers up and took them to the back of the store to be desposed of because she thought someone had left them and then left the store. I was speechless and she stood staring my at socked feet. She couldn’t help me much longer and pointed me in the direction of the shoe isle and left . I didn’t have enough money for new shoes. I left and rode the bus home . Not a very fun experience at all ..

Childsplay

Author – Leon

I was visiting London and had arranged to meet a friend in the evening and go to the theatre. I’d had lunch so I only wanted a snack in the evening before I met my friend. I walked down to the river and bought a sandwich and sat on the wall overlooking the river. The wall was about two feet wide. I took my loafers off and put them on the wall beside me. A family with two young boys came and sat near me and it wasn’t long before the boys got restless. They started running around and at one point got up onto the wall and were running up and down. They got more excited and adventurous and ran along past me, in the process one of them kicked my shoes. One shot off the wall and into the river, the other one balanced  on the edge for a second then it too fell into the river. I watched as they sped away in the fast flowing water. I was angry at first, but then realized that this would be a very interesting evening. It was already too late to buy new shoes; I was in the city meeting a friend and going to the theatre, then travelling home, in my light sand coloured socks!  All my dreams come true! My friend didn’t want to be seen with me at first, but got used to it. Quite a lot of people at the theare noticed, but being British, didn’t say anything. When we came out after the show it was raining, so I traveled home in soggy socks. But it was quite an erotic evening!  

Boat

Author – BB

A true and shame story… 

We were on a cruise, 

The last night of the cruise you were supposed to take out of your bedroom your luggage at exactly 9PM, so they could arrange the disembarkation the following day. You only need to leave a compete set of clothes for the latest day. 

My girlfriend and I were arguing about something the exactly same night. I was so mad, And we got off the cabin still disusing something. When we got to the bar, she told me you were not wearing any shoes. I was wearing some Adidas sport pink socks because they were the only clean left. At the moment, I was mad, dint’t care, so I told her I was fine. She even told me are you sure you keep a pair of shoes for the disembarkation, and I said YES! 

We took some drinks at the bar and forgot about the incident. That night the ship were presenting a movie premier I want to see and told her to get off the bar, back to the stateroom to fill the paperwork for the disembarkation, so I could get the movies on time. 

We got to the stateroom, and I was sure that my sneakers were there. My girlfriend got into the restroom, and I start looking for my shoes to go to the move… And they were gone… 

I started to look frenetically everywhere, and they were not there. 

Some how I put them on the suitcase, and I will find them the next day at the port… 

When my girlfriend realized, she took a big simile and told me what are going to do? 

I told her I would go to the store and buy a pair of flip flops, and then go to the movies. I got the stores, and they were closed… 

So there was nothing to do… 

I went to the movies shoeless, wearing Nike PINK socks, only thinking about the disembarkation shoeless…. 

After the movies, I went to the bar expecting no one looked at my feet. 

I meet some girls at the bar, and they realized that I have Nike’s sport PINK socks… yes they were my last pair… On my defense … they were less expensive than the black ones…. 

They really got fun out of the situation… 

Suddenly one of them told us to go for a smoke, She told me hey you pink socks go with us… 

After a couple of drinks I got back to my room shoeless… 

Expecting the following day to disembark in PINK socks…. 

My girlfriend told me, look what I found a pair of shoes… I was so relief… 

But… 

I will get it back …

Tomorrow we’re going on a cruise again. She has the suitcase packed… 

But… She will only find … 

-A pair of converse a left red and a right white, 

– A pair of running sneakers one orange and one red without laces, 

– Formal shoes … gone… 

And the socks… mismatched pairs … Yellow… Red… Green… 

And the Rest of the underwear …   

Stitch Failure

Author – Leon

Last autumn I had to go to London for an interview so I dressed smartly and wore my favourite  loafers. They were far from new but still good looking. I went for the interview, which was over very quickly, then went to an art gallery for an hour or so then decided to go to Dulwich gallery which was a train ride away, Walking to the station I could feel that my right shoe seemed to be a bit loose. On the train I took it off and looked at it and found that the stitching of the part that goes over the instep had started to come undone. When I got to Dulwich I looked for a shoe repair shop, but the owner didn’t have any machine to do stitching. I was already imagining it coming undone and the loafer falling off, and as I walked to the art gallery it did come more undone. I got to the gallery and started to look around and I was already having difficulty keeping my shoe on. Afterwards I went to have something to eat and by this time the whole of the side of my loafer was coming undone. On the way to get the train back to the centre of London I lost my shoe a couple of times and had to pick it up and carry it. When I got to the centre I didn’t think it a good idea to walk around with one shoe missing so I put it on again and had a few more ‘losings’. I was so fed up with this that when it came off and fell between the train and the platform I decided to abandon it. I got an instant thrill as I got on the train with only one shoe and realized that this was what I really wanted all along. I spent the rest of the evening walking around London with only a left black shoe and a light grey sock and a bulge in my pants! 

Clogs at a carnival

Author – Stephen

hi, I love to ‘play’ with my shoes, slipping them off at the cinema, bars, office, just everywhere. the risk, that they might disappear is very thrilling. but I’m very ‘foot shy’! if it really would happen, I would die of shame! I love the imagination, when I’m sitting somewhere in my socks. last week we had carnival in some areas, so I took the train to one city and booked a hotel near the center. I disguised as a fisherman with a blue/white striped shirt and wooden clogs. I did not take other shoes with me, so it would be even more thrilling, when I dared to slip off my clogs. I arrived on satureday and if it really would happen, the shops were closed on sunday. On the ride I already got funny looks, because clogs were not the best choice. we had chilly days. When I arrived at the main station the streets were crowded. I quickly got to my hotel, left my coat at my room and went off. I didn’t plan to stay outside for long. I went to the first bar near my hotel but it was to crowded and they didn’t let more people in. so I walked down some streets until I found one, were I entered. It was also very crowded. somehow I managed to get a place at the bar and ordered a beer. I was jammed. no way to move. but it also was perfect to secretly slip one of my clogs off. nobody would notice. I put my socked foot on my shoed foot and left the abandoned clog in front of my feet. I had white thin sneaker socks, so there was a little risk, someone would look down and notice my shoeless bright white foot. but nothing happened and after a while I slipped back into my clog. after some more beers I got bolder. I carefully slipped one clog off again and put my foot on it. then clog number two. now I stood on my clogs! this way they couldn’t get kicked away and I was in the crowded pub in my stocking feet! I imagined my clogs were gone. sometimes I noticed some guys looking down. did they notice my little ‘game’? before something happened, I wanted to get my clogs back on. and I had my first problem! standing on my clogs, I had pressed the leather down and couldn’t get my toes in! and I couldn’t get down, to open it with my hand. I was squeezed between all the guys. Now I got nervous and hectically tried to get my toes back into my clogs. then something happened I hadn’t thought of! people around me started to dance and push each other around! I had no chance! I was pushed away from my place … and my shoes! suddenly I found myself some feet away from the bar desk and it was immediately filled up with other guys. desperately I tried to get back, but I’m not the biggest. It was useless! people started to look at me, because I was the only one not dancing, trying to find a way to the bar. I heard “haha, he lost his shoes”! “look at him! no shoes” and laughter! it took an eternity before I was back at my place … no clogs!!! oh no! they were gone! kicked away! frantically I scanned the floor. omg! where were my shoes??? I stood in a crowded pub, in white socks! I was the laughing stock! I felt my face blushing! helpless and near panic I stood on tip toes, not knowing what to do. “hey dude, where’re your shoes?” “hehe! cute socks!” surrounded and squeezed in by dozens of carneval revellers, who enjoyed my shoeless predicament! I had no choice. I fled the scene and hopped out into the crowded streets in my white socks! I tip toed around, not knowing how to get to my hotel. I was lost … in a foreign city … no shoes … no coat … not enough money for a cab. even if I had money … I couldn’t remember the name of the hote!!!

Amazing coincidence 

Author – Kevin

This sounds very strange but I swear it is true.

A few years ago I was living in the northern suburbs of Sydney, about nine miles out of the city. I didn’t drive and the bus service wasn’t very good so I sometimes hitched a lift down the Pacific Highway if I was going out for the evening. As I have always had a thing about losing shoes sometimes when I got picked up I would let my left shoe fall into the gutter as I got in the car. The driver never seemed to notice. Then I would spend the evening in the city, go for a drink or go to the movies, with one shoe which gave me a thrill. Then I would hitch a lift back up to where I left my shoe and pick it up.

One night I was late going home and walking up the Highway, one shoe on, one shoe missing, when a police car pulled up. The officer asked where I had been, where I was going etc. Then told me to get in the car. Not wanting any trouble I got in and the driver took off up the road and did a u turn and headed back towards North Sydney. He turned off the Highway into a street with older houses and stopped. One officer got out and went to a house and came back a few minutes later and told me to get out and go with him. I was embarrassed because I only had the one black shoe and a light blue sock on my left foot. I  was taken to the house where a man looked me over, looked at my odd feet and spoke to the officer. “No that’s not him” he said. I was told to get back into the car. After a while the officer came back and explained. The man and his wife had returned home to find two young guys in their house. When they entered the guys made a dash for it pushing past them, but the man tackled the last one and pulled him to the floor and tried to hold on to his feet but he struggled free but left   his shoe in the mans hands. I just happened to be walking up the highway just a mile or so away wearing one shoe!! The officer apologised for delaying me and asked where I lived. I told him and they drove me home. The problem was that my left shoe was sitting up on the Highway several miles away. I went to get it the next morning. It was still there but had been almost destroyed; it must have been run over by trucks or buses. It was a write off!    

Stormy Weather

Author – Leon

I had been at the cinema and had had some fun with my shoes. I always take them off in the dark and hope that they will be kicked away and I will have to look for them. One was moved some rows of seats in front and took a little while to find. One of the staff saw me looking and asked if I had lost something. I felt embarrassed telling him that I’d lost my shoe! Anyway I found it and left the building. It was raining heavily and I had to cross a busy road to get to the bus stop. Dodging the traffic I ran across the road and as I got nearly to the other side I made a leap for the footpath and my left shoe came off and rolled. I landed on the footpath and looked round for my trainer but couldn’t see it in the road. Just a few feet away was the opening of a storm drain and I guess thats where my shoe went. I could hear the water pouring into it and it seemed to be deep so there was no hope of finding my shoe. I walked to the bus stop and got the next bus home. By this time my white sock was sopping wet and dirty and as I got on the bus several young guys made comments. When I got off the bus the young guys got off too and one of them said, very loudly “Youve lost your shoe” for all the people waiting to get on the bus to hear. I said it was embarrassing and he said that it wasn’t bad to lose a shoe; he said that one night he had been out with friends and on the train home they had stripped him and thrown his clothes out of the train window. He got off the train and walked home in his briefs and socks! So I guess losing a shoe isn’t so bad after all.