Duped by fake policeman

Author – Adidas boy

It was the summer holidays and me and my mate Glen had been climbing trees in the park our other pal Leo stood and watched as he didn’t want to scuff his new Nike Air Max trainers. We had been sat on a branch when we heard a crack, suddenly the branch gave way and we landed on ground. Fortunately we weren’t very high up and landed In a flowerbed. Leo said the park keeper is coming so we hid behind a bush. We watched as he removed the broken branch and said “bloody kids I’ll be glad when they’re back at school”. We sneaked off over to the other side of the park and sat at a bench. My Adidas Sambas and Glens Puma trainers had mud on them from falling into the flower bed. We weren’t too bothered as they weren’t new unlike Leo’s Nikes. As we sat there two men approached and claimed to be undercover police officers. They flashed their I.D. but we wouldn’t know what a police officers badge looked like. We where accused of damaging park property and like any 14 year olds we denied it. “You match the description given by the park keeper” said the policeman. They said they found footprints in the flowerbeds and needed to see our shoes. We lifted up our feet and showed the soles of our trainers. They claimed they matched but the photos weren’t very good and would need to take our shoes to the crime scene. We stood up to follow and we’re told to sit back down. We don’t want you contaminating the scene they said. Take off your trainers and we’ll go and check them against the actual footprints. Leo said he’d done nothing wrong as his Nikes were clean but the policeman said he didnt want anyone leaving as we could be arrested. Being 14 we did what the policeman told us. We removed our trainers and handed them over. As we were all wearing white socks we put our feet on the bench to not dirty them. The policemen said not to move from the bench and they would be back. We watched the two policemen walk off with our shoes. We sat there worried what our parents would think. We sat on the bench in our socks with all the other kids staring at us. It was getting late and the policemen still hadn’t returned when the park keeper appeared. “Have you seen the policemen that you called as they have our shoes” said Leo. The park keeper said he hadn’t called the police. He looked at our shoeless feet and said this happened yesterday with some older boys, they claimed some policeman took their shoes too. We had to leave the park as it was getting dark, it didn’t take long for our white socks to get dirty on the long walk home. Leo said his mum had thrown away his old trainers and he had nothing else to wear for the rest of the school holidays.

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Library theif strikes again

Author – Shoelover

I went to the library the other day wearing my favorite pair of Nikes, white socks, jeans, and a hoodie. Now when I go to the library I always see people taking their shoes off and walking around leaving their shoes behind. I always get a thrill whenever I do that because I always wanted someone to just take my shoes and run off with them, leaving me in my white socked feet. So I go in one of the cubbie areas where you can see under the table across from you. I noticed a pair of feet wearing black loafers. I looked over and I find out it’s a man around his 50s. So I sit across from him. I slipped off my shoes revealing my white socks and used my foot to slide my shoes closer to where this guy’s feet were. I waited and waited but nothing happened, I don’t even think he looked down to find out that there were a pair of Nike sneakers waiting for him. So I decided to be daring and walk over to him and ask him if he knew where the restrooms were. He looked at me and looked down and saw that I didn’t have my sneakers on, he gave me a creepy smile and just pointed to the direction and I thanked him. As soon as I left he sneakily got up from the table and checked the floors around him. I stayed behind one of the library shelves instead of the bathroom because I was curious if he would find my shoes and take them. He finally found my shoes and he used his foot to kick them away from under my side of the table and closer to his side. Then he snatched them up, smelled them, and put them in his bag. I started to get horny and excited but also nervous that he actuallymight walk out. He was really stealing my shoes! I go chase him down and tell him I want my shoes back. He said I don’t know what you’re talking about but maybe you should get new shoes since you like walking barefoot. I was so stunned as I saw him walk away nonchalantly with my sneakers. I walked home in my white socks never to wear those sneakers again.

Give us your money, and your nike

Author – Mark

My teacher sent me to the park to take pictures for her class during lunch, I had been there about a half hour and I had taken about 20 pictures and these three guys came up and ask if they could see the pictures
I showed them, and they talked about how good they were. I was worried they were going to steal the camera it belongs to the school. They were in high school I think, I’m in middle school
After about 5 minutes the guys walked off, so I went back to taking pictures. The guys came back and ask for $10.00. I told them I didn’t have $10.00. One of the guys said well how much money do you have. I don’t have money. They walked off a few minutes later they came back and said We know you have money. I told them I didn’t have any money. One of the guys said give us your Nikes then. I tried to walk off and they surrounded me, and He said give us $10.00 we seen you at the store before school you had a twenty. I told them I had to pay a lunch bill at school. He said the Nikes are the money. They grabbed me and went to take my Nikes off me I tried to stop them jerk my legs back, but my right Nike came off I yelled ok I’ll give it to you. They stopped. I reached in my pocket and took my money out and said all I have is $5.00. One of the guys said we told you $10.00. I don’t have $10.00. He looked at me and said then you don’t have a Nike. I told them I really don’t have any more. He said sorry it is $5.00 a Nike. They walked off with my right Nike. I sit there watching them walk off tossing my Nike back and forth.

I walked back to school missing my right Nike it was kind of exciting I had to spend the rest of the school day wearing one Nike and my sock after school I walked home real slow knowing I was in trouble with my stepdad. Looking down the whole time at my sock foot. I git home and my stepdad surprised me he wasn’t mad he said at least they didn’t take that camera. He said I would have to wear one shoe till his next payday. I ask him when that was he said I get paid bi-weekly and just got paid five days ago it will be 9 days. He said that is the best I can do sorry, I went back to the park today after school and the three guys where there and one of them said I seen you wore one Nike to school today. I told them I had $5.00 if I could have my Nike back I would go get it. One of them said we tossed it in the pond your out of luck. It is kind of exciting for some reason getting dressed and putting on my socks and knowing I only have one Nike and have to go to school.

True experience

Author – shoeless guy

The following story is a true account of how I realized my fondness to losing shoes.
After my experience it got me searching the Web and discovering this site about a year ago. I enjoy reading the stories posted and hope my contributions have been enjoyed by others. Although so far my stories have been fiction and wished It had actually happened to me, the following story is true and why I use ‘Shoeless Guy’ as my name.
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A few years ago I worked as a Sales Rep in the north of England. With a company car I did a lot of driving and often seen abandoned shoes on the roadside but never really thought anymore about it. I always stop to eat lunch in lay-bys, my favourite being on a not too busy road with great views across the Pennines. A few miles before the lay-by I spotted a training shoe on the roadside and it looked fairly new. It got me thinking who lost their shoe? Why was it there? What happened to the other shoe? Would anyone retrieve it? All questions that would never be answered. Would anyone stop and pick up the shoe?, probably not unless it was the owner. Then I thought would anyone stop and pick up a pair of shoes? Again probably not, too hazardous to stop on a main road. I continued thinking about it as I finished eating lunch. What if a pair of shoes where left in a lay-by, anyone could stop and pick them up. I stared down at my shoes in the footwell, would anyone take them if I drove off leaving them behind? I was getting incredibly excited with just the thought of leaving them, never mind losing them. Being a sales rep I wore a suit and smart shoes, I took off my shoes and looked at them, they weren’t new but I looked after them and they where as good as new, size 10, plain black laced leather shoes. Would anyone want to take them? I placed them on the passenger seat and pondered.
The excitement of throwing my shoes out the passenger window and driving off shoeless in my suit was overwhelming. So I did, I looked in my rear view mirror and could see them laying on the tarmac, my right shoe laid on it’s side. My heart was pounding, I decided to drive to a roundabout about three miles ahead and turn around and go back and retrieve them. Just the thought of someone taking them got me more excited. As I approached the roundabout I could see a car had bumped another causing a queue. What if I had bumped into another car and had to get out…. in my socks! The reality of what I had done was kicking in. I navigated the roundabout and headed back. My heart still pounding, excited and cold flushes of fear at the same time I slowed as the lay-by approached on the opposite side of the road. A car was parked, a police car! I drove past, but relieved that my shoes where still there, I decided to do a U turn at a junction a mile up the road, hoping the police car would be gone on my return. It wasn’t, so I drove past my shoes again, the police car pulled out behind me. What if I have a brake light out and get pulled over by the police, they’ll see me shoeless, is it legal to drive in socks? All sorts of paranoid thoughts running wild in my head, heart pounding in my chest. He followed me to the roundabout, the two bumped cars gone, I drove straight on at the roundabout, it might look unusual doing a U turn with the police behind. He turned right but it took me another mile to U turn and head back. My shoes where still in the now empty lay-by, I passed and U turned where I’d done earlier and headed back to the lay by. A car ahead slowed me down, I indicated to pull into the lay-by, so did the car in front. He stopped ahead of where my shoes lay. I pretended to use my phone waiting for him to move off all the time staring at my shoes, I really needed to get them as I should of been with my next customer now. I didn’t have the courage to get out and retrieve them in my socks so I waited. Then he got out of his car and put some rubbish in the waste bin, he spotted my shoes, picked them up and went to put them in the bin. My heart pounded again, excited he’d picked them up, but happy he was going to bin my shoes allowing me to retrieve them. He stared at them then looked at his own shoes, he looked over to me, then carried them to his car, got in and drove off. The excitement of a stranger carrying away my shoes as I sat in my socks was incredible but as he drove off panic set in. I drove behind him, excited and nervous at the same time thinking how did I end up following my own shoes. I knew some traffic lights where ahead and I’d built up the courage to ask for my shoes back if the lights where on red. As we approached the lights, they went to red, ‘thank god’ I thought, but he jumped them and I lost him… and my shoes.
I was extremely late getting to my next call, a small retailer in a rural village. Nowhere to buy shoes, I pulled over and phoned him explaining I was late and could we discuss any issues and order stock on the phone. He wanted me there as I’d promised to remove old stock. Panic set in, I couldn’t visit a customer in my socks but I really had no choice. I entered his shop, trying to act normal in my dark grey suit and black socks. His two teenage sons where there. My face went red as they looked straight at my shoeless feet. “You lose something” said the shopkeeper as his sons laughed. “I stepped in some cow muck having a pee” I explained telling them they didn’t smell too good and be unhygienic walking in a shop wearing them. He offered to loan me a pair of his sons shoes, but my size 10 feet quickly dismissed that idea. Having finished at his store I headed to my next job, fortunately in a larger town that had a supermarket that sold shoes. My heart again pounding as I entered in my socked feet, feeling rather relieved when I reached the shoe aisle. I found a pair of loafers that fitted. Rather than walk in my socks to the checkouts I pulled the price tag off the shoes and wore them. After queueing at the till, I gave the checkout operator the tag and explained I was wearing the shoes.
“I’ll need to see the shoes” she said.
“Why?” I asked. She explained that anyone could switch labels and I could be wearing expensive trainers. I took the shoes off as the queue watched, to make matters worse she called for an assistant from clothing to come over and do a price check on my shoes. The clothes department was at the back of the store so had to wait for him to arrive then walked off again with the shoes. All the time the impatient queue staring at me in my suit and socks. Eventually he returned, I paid and put the shoes on and left.
If only I had got out of my car at the lay-by and picked up my shoes, nobody except the car driver would of seen my socked feet and then he would of forgotton me later.
I did the rest of my calls and got home late, my girlfriend wasn’t amused when she spotted a cheap pair of loafers on the bedroom floor rather than my quality leather shoes.
Although the afternoon was embarrassing I never forgot how excited I’d become leaving my shoes on the roadside, the thrill of being shoeless and embarrassed at the same time, watching someone take my shoes as I sat helpless in my socks was exhilarating.
Evertime I visited my village customer his sons always shouted ‘The Shoeless Guy’s here’

The boot risk

Author – Blake

I always kind of like the ideal of losing one of my boots never tried it or did anything about it but I read a story by shoelossfan last night so to today I was sitting in my last class of the day. and the teacher said we had to go to the library For whatever I took my right boot off, and went with just a white sock on that foot to see what it was like nobody noticed are at least didn’t say anything when the bell rang for school to be out I walked back to class to get my backpack and boot my backpack was there but my boot was gone I panicked and looked everywhere but it was gone so I finally headed to my bus with my sock foot thinking I’m in trouble I don’t have another pair to wear. But was kind of excited at the same time I got home nobody noticed because I took my left boot off. This morning when I was getting ready for school I went to put my boots on and remembered I only had a left boot to wear. I set and looked at my socked foot thinking I have to go to school missing my boot it was kind of weird walking out the door to the bus wearing one boot and even weirder walking in to school I guess it stuck out just wearing a white sock cause everyone ask what happen I told them it was stolen they thought that was funny by lunch I guess everyone was used to it because nobody said anything. I looked in lost and found but no boot, so I guess I have a new look for now anyways not sure how long I will have a sock foot and the girls all feel sorry for me so that is good. once my dad finds out it maybe a long term look he is pretty stick

Army Cadets – pt 2

Author – Shoeless Guy

As they began their descent from the hill Gary glanced back at the flagpole, the dangling boots swung in the breeze. Marty got well ahead of the others and as he approached camp he spotted a pair of black socked feet resting on top of the kit bags. “You fallen asleep Will?” he said. He walked nearer and realised the feet where tied together. Then he went down.
Gary said to the others “Where has Marty gone?”
“He was ahead of us” said Baz.
They halted their approach to camp and waited, Gary commanded Ross to move forward slowly to the right and Sean to the left. Ross could see the camp ahead, he spotted Will tied up on the ground and Marty being held by two of the sergeants with Nick talking to him.
“Where are my boots?” said Nick, Marty didn’t reply. “Tie him up and take his boots”
Sean saw Marty’s wrists being tied and thrown to the ground then his boots removed. He was so fixated watching Marty’s boot confiscation that he didn’t notice two Sergeants creep up from behind. They pushed him to the ground, Amrit wrapped his hand over Seans mouth as Ian tied his hands behind his back. They marched Sean towards the others. Sean tried to free himself from his binds but knew his fate, he saw Will and Marty bound on the floor, he knew he would shortly be losing his boots and joining them.
Ross watched and said “shit” as watched a tied up Sean placed on the ground and getting his boots removed. He turned to get up and his foot was grabbed, Kev had sneaked up on him, his grip on Ross’ boot was strong. He had no choice but to get out his army knife and rip the laces on his boot. His brown socked foot fell out of the boot and he ran off to warn his remaining team mates.
Nick demanded to know where their boots where, the tied up Corporals where not answering. Kev returned holding up a boot in his hand. Nick tried on the capture guys boots, they where all too small. He knew he couldn’t return to the main cadet camp without his boots or the flag.
Ross returned to Gary and Baz, they captured Will while we got the flag, Marty was ambushed walking back to camp and they grabbed Sean, they’re all tied up. I nearly got captured too but escaped unfortunately I lost a boot as he looked down at his socked foot. “This is getting out of hand” said Gary “We are supposed to capture the flag, not each other”.
“What we going to do with the prisoners” said Mike.
“We are going to wait until their mates attempt to rescue them” said Nick.
Gary knew he had to sacrifice himself to save the others. He walked into camp hands in air “Let my men go and you can have your boots and the flag” he said to Nick
“Where are the others” said Nick.
“Watching and waiting”
“Let my men go” Gary said again
Nick looked down at his now rather dirty socks then across to Gary’s booted feet. “Not until you give me your boots” he said.
“No deal” said Gary
“Take off your boots and your men can go”
Gary sat on the ground unlaced and removed his boots then threw them over to Nick. The Corporals where untied. Gary sat in his grey boot socks watching Nick putting on his boots. “God Damn it” said Nick “Is nobody else a size 11” he shouted as he threw Gary’s boots on top of the other confiscated footwear. The newly released corporals went to retrieve their boots but where stopped by the sergeants. “You’ll get your boots once we have ours” said Nick who told Gary to beckon his two remaining men to the camp. A few minutes later Baz and Ross walked into camp. Nick demanded they take their boots off or boot with Ross. They looked at their leader, Gary said “Just give them your boots” with a look of defeat on his face. They sat on the ground and removed them and threw their boots to Nick. The Corporals all stood together in their uniforms and socked feet. “Where are our boots and the flag” said Nick.
“Your boots are tied to the flag pole at the top of the hill” said Gary.
“How can we trust you” said Nick
“We’ll take you to them” said Gary “And you also have our boots as ransom”
Nick told Amrit to place all the Corporals boots in a sleeping bag and hide them in the trees. “Just in case they try and double cross us” he said.
“Before you hide our boots” said Gary “I want your men to take off their remaining boots and place them in another sleeping bag so we can hide them til we return, then we’re all shoeless and equal as we climb the hill, if not the flag remains hidden and no team wins”
Reluctantly Nick agreed to Gary’s demand and ordered his men to remove the boots off their right feet. Baz got a sleeping bag and one by one the sergeants placed their boots inside. They looked down at their feet, each had a clean right socked foot and a dirty left socked foot. Amrit disappeared in one direction and Baz in the other, after a few minutes they both returned empty handed.
Now all 12 cadets where in their army uniforms and stood in socks. “Where is the flag?” said Nick.
“The flag is in Will’s boots which we mistakenly left up with your boots” said Gary
The climb to the top was slow wearing just socks. They eventually reached the flagpole.
“What game are you playing Gary” said Nick as he looked up at the empty flagpole.
“They where definitely there” said Gary “I’m not playing any game, after all you have hidden our boots. We are on open land, any member of the public could of seen them and stole them”
“Great” said Nick “Thanks to you guys my boots have been stolen”
“Game over for both teams” said Gary. “The flag was in Will’s stolen boots, we’re all going to be gunged as neither team captured the flag”
As they sat a dogwalker appeared Nick looked at him and asked “Have you seen anyone carrying lots of boots”
The dog walker laughed as he looked at the 12 uniformed cadets sat in their socks and said “What sort of army do we have when our soldiers have their boots stolen” as his dog sniffed Nick’s socked feet.
The walk downhill was just as hard without boots, they arrived back at the Blue team’s camp. All the kit bags where missing. “Go get the sleeping bags with the boots in” said Gary to Amrit and Baz. They reappeared empty handed. “They’ve gone too” said Amrit. “Somebody has been watching us and taken everything” said Nick.
All 12 cadets walked back to the main camp, marching in their socked feet, no boots or kit bags. It had been decided that only the two team leaders would be gunged. Their men had suffered enough at their lack of leadership. The flag had not been in Will’s boots but in Gary’s jacket all the time, where it remained. He saw the disappointment on the 17 year old Nicks face, his last Cadet camp, no glory of winning. He’d had his revenge on Nick, without his boots all day. He was now prepared to share the humiliation in camp as joint loser.
Gary the Corporal and Nick the Sergeant where paraded through camp in uniform, no boots, their socks dirty and worn. They where tied to a tree and gunged with water, mud and the gunk from paint balls.
As they stood there tied to the tree, being covered in crap, Gary thought to himself, Who had been watching them? Who had their kit? Where where their boots? A lot of unanswered questions ran through his mind.
With no kit bags or boots, the rest of their stay in camp was going to be uncomfortable.

The thief at the boardwalk

Author – CC

Before it gets too cold I decided to take one more evening to head to the boardwalk and take in one last breath of summer. Of course, it’s a little cooler now, so instead shorts and sandals I decided to wear jeans and a pair of comfortable clogs. I put on some plain gray ankle length socks too; I think it’s a really attractive combo. I thought about wearing them barefoot in case I decided to walk on the beach, but it’s easy enough to just take my socks off if I did.
The crowds that frequent a boardwalk in the summer were gone. There were a few people walking the boardwalk: couples and groups of teens, mostly. I was only really there to watch the sunset, so paid little attention to them as I walked leisurely along the end of the platform.
The wooden soles of my shoes dragged loudly along the boards. The sound is kind of soothing if you dont care about drawing attention to your footwear. I like to wear my clogs loosely sometimes; a lot of shoes fit tightly and are restrictive so I adjust the straps on this style to its loosest. They are a great deal more difficult to walk in this way, but I wasn’t exactly planning on going anywhere fast. That, perhaps, was ultimately my undoing.
They must have removed the benches on the boardwalk for the season, because I found nowhere to sit and watch the sunset. Instead I decided to stick my legs through the gap underneath the guard rail of the pier and sit on the boards, my legs hanging over the edge. The platform was maybe 7-9 feet above the beach below… I’m not certain. I knew my open backed clogs would dangle, but I’m pretty skilled with keeping them on the end of my toes, I was sure I would not drop one accidentally. Besides, I could always go to the sand below and retrieve it if I did.
I sat there for a short while, and the sun approached the horizon but did not yet touch the beginning of sunset. Gravity made the clogs slip down my feet slightly, and occasionally I allowed one to slip to my toes, but quickly I flexed my foot upward and the shoe would drop back into position. I didnt want to drop one carelessly and then miss the sunset while retrieving it.
Soon, I crossed my legs, which helped my clogs stay on, slightly. My attention drifted to a group of seagulls fighting over a scrap of food on the beach. Suddenly, I felt something brush my foot under my heel, between my foot and the clog. Immediately after, something began to pull downward very firmly on my shoe. In a quick glance, I was able to see what was going on: someone’s hand was gripping the heel of my clog!
Unfortunately, the foot that was being grabbed was also the leg crossed in front, meaning that my other leg was also being pulled backward towards the underside of the platform. Because of their position, I could not see who was trying to take my shoe! I should have called for help, but I was so shocked about what was happening, I didnt think to cry out.
I instinctually pulled away with my leg and foot, trying to wrest my clog free, but it was no good. The thief was also applying force downward, and the leather upper slipped down my foot to the end of my toes. Simultaneously, the rough movements in my legs was causing my other clog to slip out of position, and now it was dangling on my toes as well. I became very aroused.
The thief must have been enjoying this torment. As I kept trying to pull my shoe out of their hand, they must have noticed I was losing my other clog, and I felt a few fingers brush the other exposed heel… and then one finger rubbed the collar of that ankle sock down off of my heel. I shuddered and squirmed, trying to get them off of touching my feet, and my motion threw the dangling clog off of my toes. The thief tugged hard on other shoe, and I gave up the other clog as well.
I gasped and immediately stood up, pulling my socked feet away from my attacker. I looked over the edge, and saw no one, nor either of my clogs. I looked around to see if anyone had seen this incident, but I was mostly alone, with a few people walking in the distance in either direction. I ran along the boardwalk in my socks, one still bunched up under my heel, looking for someone, maybe a security guard, that could help me.
There were none, so I caught the attention of a nearby vendor who was closing shop. I explained that someone had stolen my shoes and asked him to call security. As he pulled out a mobile phone, I ran something like 400 feet to the closest ramp down to the beach.
Still in my socks, I ran across the sand to the place where I was sitting. There was nothing there. I saw no person under the platform in either direction. They had made a very quick getaway. In the opposite direction of the ramp, I found a single flip flop. Had it been lost by the thief?
I went back to the vendor, carrying the flip flop. He looked at the flip flop and said that if did belong to my attacker, the thief could have been a man or a woman, judging by size. I then realized the vendor sold swim suits and sandals. I looked down at my socks, loaded with sand from the beach. The vendor didnt have my size, so I bought a pair of leather rainbow sandals that were very much oversized. I took off the sandy socks and stowed them in my pocket after shaking out as much sand as I could.
After the security guard arrived, I described my clogs and what had happened, but it was clear there was nothing anyone could do. I thanked everyone and began making my way home, trying not to trip or lose a sandal. I turned and looked to the horizon. I missed the sunset.