Boat trip

Author – David

I went on a coach trip to Amsterdam with a couple of friends. It was an overnight journey there, and back, and we were there for three days. We did most of the things that visitors do in Amsterdam and had a good time. The last afternoon we probably had a bit more to drink than was good for us and decided to go on an early evening boat trip round the canals. All very interesting. We got back just as it was getting dark. Getting off the boat I stumbled and my right loafer came off and before I could do anything one of my friends kicked it over the side. It floated for a bit, but before I could try to retrieve it it sank. We only had about twenty minutes to get to the bus station to get the coach home so there was no time to try to get some new shoes although some shops were still open. With a lot of teasing from my friends I came all the way back to London wearing one black loafer and a blue sock.  The most embarrassing (exciting!) part was at the French customs. We all had to get out and go through the customs hall and have our bags scanned. I walked through in my socks carrying my shoe. One of the customs officials looked at my feet and said “No shoes mister?” I showed him my one shoe and told him that I had lost the other one. He took the shoe from me and passed it through the scanner, then reluctantly gave it back to me. I put it on and went back to the coach. My problem wasn’t over. I then had to do the same for the English customs, and when the coach arrived in London I had to get a train home. A lot of people noticed that one foot didn’t have a shoe; some were amused and as I got on the train one man said “You’ve lost you shoe” and people looked at my odd feet. It was all very exciting! I have only just discovered your site and find it very interesting.

School day in sheer socks

Author – Teddy

I had the most embarrassing day of class yesterday. I don’t dress for school in anything out of the ordinary but I make it a point to wear a button down shirt, jeans and loafers. Usually my loafers aren’t tied and haven’t been tied in a long time due to my laces being so worn, so they are loose worn leather slip ons practically. A lot of the boys.. and girls tease me by grabbing for my shoes during class. They think if they can tear one or both of my shoes off and leave me in my socks the whole class. One day one of the boys snatched one of my loafers and hid it all day. He said he lost it but then he gave it back to me at the end of the day . Really humiliating. But on this particular day I was wearing very sheer thin white socks under my loafers. I really shouldn’t of been wearing them if I didn’t want to be embarrassed because they were so sheer you could see my toe nails through the socks. Well on this day in class I had forgotten spare paper and my pencil at home and I had to ask the teacher for some because none of my classmates wanted to help me. The teacher never gives out things for free and he always wants you to trade him something in exchange while you use his pencils. we were taking a quiz today and I had no choice but to get his pencil and paper or fail the quiz. He quickly asked me if I had anything to trade him like a phone or a watch or something of value. After telling him I didn’t his eyes trailed down to my loafers. He practically smiled when he saw the loose leather smelly shoes on my feet . He said “why don’t you slip out of your shoes and hand those over as collateral” . If I didn’t know better he probably had a thing for shoes or boys in there socks. He practically lifted me out of my shoes. I couldn’t believe this because this was the complete wrong day to wear sheer stockings under my loafers. Now I would be showing them off to all the girls and guys in the classroom. I panicked and got red in the face. The teacher urged i give him my shoes. He said “no worries right? Those shoes are so loose they practically look like they are falling off your feet every time you take a step.” I quickly used one foot to step on the back of my opposite loafer, sliding my stocking foot out of my loose shoe. He was taken back when he say the sheer stockings I was wearing. I began to blush harder as the loafer came off my foot. He smiled at my sheer stockings. You could see my toes through the socks. It was very embarrassing. The teacher bent down and picked up both of my shoes. He told me to get on back to my seats. He took my shoes back to his desk and put them in a drawer and locked it with one of his keys. I couldn’t believe he just took my shoes and confiscated them for the rest of the class. Getting back to my seat all the girls laughed at my white stockings. They called me lily white foot and told me they could see my toes. They giggled and I knew they were cracking jokes. The guys didn’t even pay me attention because they were so taken back I was wearing such thin sheer socks. I was humiliated but for some reason very excited at the same time. I went the whole class in my socks and by the end of the class the bottoms of my socks were filthy from just being restless at my desk and brushing my socked feet across the floor. When I went to trade in the pencil and paper for my shoes back the teacher informed he actually misplaced his keys when he left the room a few minutes earlier. He said he was looking for them still. Now I had to walk through the halls to my next class infront of everyone in the school in stocking feet. I couldn’t be late to my next class and the teacher told me he would bring me my loafers to my next class directly , when he found his keys . I had no choice and I just went. it wasn’t untill almost 45 minutes later after being in my next class and everyone including the teacher just staring at my socked feet, that my precious professor finally came with my loafers. I quickly stuck my socked feet in them at the speed of light haha. It was a very tough day but very exciting 🙂

College boy looses shoe 

Author – Leon

I was visiting an historic warship in Portsmouth, UK, when a party of college boys came aboard. A bit later I was on the docking brings and two boys were there. I heard one say to the other “you can just see it in the water”.  Thinking that he had seen some kind of wildlife I asked what you could see in the water. ” The boy’s shoe” he said. Then he told me that as they came aboard one of the boys tripped and he lost his shoe.  Another boy picked it up and pretended to throw it overboard. Unfortunately the shoe slipped out of his hand and ended up in the water. I immediately went to find the boy with one shoe, my heart beating fast! I got to the main deck in time to see two boys changing shoes with only three shoes between them. The teacher in charge had made the boy who threw is friends shoe in the water give his shoes to his friend and send the rest of the day with one shoe. I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he walked round the ship in his black trousers, white socks and one black lace up shoe. I tried to imagine him walking around town all day with one shoe. I got so inspired that later that afternoon I let my right loafer fall into the harbour from the ferry boat, and had to go and eat then go home on the train without a right shoe. I was very excited!!! 

Overboard

Author – Kevin

When I was visiting a friend in Port Moresby, Papua,New Guinea, I met two teachers, man and wife, who owned a 60ft 2 masted sailing ketch. They told me that in the school holidays they were going to sail it down to Sydney, where I live. They said they would contact me when they arrived, which they did. They invited me to dinner on board with them and there was going to be a party on board afterwards. I arrived at the harbour  as arranged, but I hadn’t thought about not being able to wear street shoes on board so I had to take my loafers off and be in socks. After dinner a lot of people arrived and of course everyone had to take shoes off. So there was an area up on the deck at the bow full of shoes of all kinds. The party continued until after midnight and as people were starting to leave one guy was really drunk and tripped and fell onto the shoes scattering them in all directions. At least eight went over the side into the water. A couple of them were fished out but most were lost for ever. I had a look for my loafers but could only find the right one; the left one must have gone to a watery grave. I immediately started to get aroused at the thought of going home wearing one shoe. Or should I just ditch the shoe and walk in my socks? I decided that it was more exciting to wear the one shoe so I walked all the way through the city with a right black loafer and a light blue sock. It felt wonderful!  

Sovereignty problems

Author – Leon

A couple of  years ago I was in London for the day, having gone there by train, about sixty miles. I had dressed quite well, wearing grey trousers, light grey socks and black loafers. I always wear loafers on long train journeys because I like to shoeplay on the train, in restaurants etc. I have several times lost a loafer on the London underground, but have usually got it back. This time I survived intact until I was standing in Trafalgar Square wondering where to go next. I had a magazine giving all the information on theatres, shows etc., and I was looking at this leaning against railings round a building. It wasn’t long before I had slipped my heel out of my right loafer and was playing with it. At that moment some boys on skateboards came whizzing by and one of them just hit me sending me sideways. I recovered and looked around for my shoe but couldn’t see it. The building had a basement and I looked down and saw my shoe down there, about twenty feet below me. I could see that there was a gate in the railings so I went and tried it to see if it would open, but it was locked. I could see a police van parked on one side of the square so I went over to it, getting a few strange looks from people. The van was a mobile information centre so I went in and explained what had happened. The officer asked which building it was; perhaps one of them could get access and get my shoe back, but when I told them which building it was they said they couldn’t do anything because it was the Canadian Embassy  so was Canadian soil and they could not enter. The only answer was to telephone the embassy and explain the situation. They could recover the shoe and send it to Canada and they would send it in a Diplomatic Bag to the British Embassy who would send it back to England. 

There was nothing I could do. I decided that that was not worth the effort, and in any case I would be without a shoe for the rest of the day. I decided that there wasn’t much I could do. The thing was, did I still wear the left shoe, or did I take it off and walk in my socks! I decided to keep it on, so plucking up courage I walked off with one shoe on getting more funny looks. It gave me a thrill walking around in public like that and it wasn’t long before I started getting aroused. I went to a restaurant for something to eat and the waiter immediately noticed that I was missing a shoe and I had to explain that I had lost it. He couldn’t believe it, and that I had to travel home like that. I got a bus back to the station, then the train home. A lot of people noticed, which got me excited and aroused. It was quite an evening!    

Shoeplay and loss

Author – Andrew

I recently had to take a standardized written exam that was being held at a university. Given that it was a high-stakes exam, I dressed up a little and wore black loafers with black dress socks. I love wearing these loafers since they are pretty loose fitting and so easy to dangle and play with. 

The test was held in a lecture style classroom where each row went up a step. So directly in front of your table was a step drop off of about 6 inches or so. I was seated in the first row, which still had a drop off in front of the table. 

While we waited for the test to begin I crossed my right leg over my left and bobbed my foot up and down. It didn’t take long for the back of my shoe to slip off my heel. I jiggled my foot side to side, slowly allowing the loafer to slip further down my foot until it dangled off my toes. 

I dangled my loafer while we received our tests and filled out all the forms. After the test began I got a little careless while concentrating and I shook my foot a little too hard and my loafer fell off and hit the floor with a thud on the carpet. I glanced around, embarrassed, but it looks like no one had noticed. 

The girl that was giving the test was directly in front of me, about 7 feet away and when I had glanced around I couldn’t help but notice her shoeplay too. She wore black pants and black heels with a thick square heel and she had both feet out and playing around with them. Her socks were bright blue, so I was surprised she was openly playing like that. 

I uncrossed my leg and retrieved my shoe and slipped it back on. After awhile, my shoeplay habit struck again as I extended both legs out in front of me. Having long legs, my feet went past the drop off and I was able to catch my heels on the edge of the drop. I used the edge to slip my heels out of both loafers. The heels of my feet rested on the carpeted floor, just before the drop-off while I dangled both loafers off my toes.

I really didn’t think much of this as I was working on the test. But again, I got carried away and my right loafer fell off and down to the floor below. I slipped my left shoe back on and reached out with my right foot to retrieve the shoe. It was in an awkward position, so it was a little difficult. I managed to scoop up the heel cup with my toes. This meant that the loafer was hanging backwards off my foot, but I planned to pull it back up and twist it around. However, as I started to pull it up, the toe of the shoe hit the ledge and it sent the loafer tumbling back down, and as it rolled once it landed about a good foot away from the edge. 

My heart skipped a beat and panic set it. I looked up and saw the girl in front of me just looking at my shoe! She must have saw my entire struggle and shoe loss. She then looked up and we caught eyes. She just smiled at me like she thought my predicament was humorous to her. She still had her shoes half off, so I’m sure as a shoeplayer herself she understood!

I had to sit for the next hour in one shoe until a break came up. The rows of tables were very long and I was in the middle, so at break, I had to get up and walk all the way around in one shoe to get to my other shoe and slip it back on. 

I have to say, I usually get turned on when I know someone is watching my shoeplay and I love watching others lose their shoe, but it was very embarrassing to have it happen to me in that environment. I kept my loafers on the rest of the test! 

City Gent

Author – Leo

Last autumn I was in London to pick up some art materials including paper, 10 sheets rolled into a cardboard tube. On the way to the station on the underground there was a very smartly dressed business man sitting over the aisle from me and I noticed that he was wearing a very nice pair of Italian looking loafers. I got up to get off and he did the same. I let him get off before me and I walked behind him, noticing that his left loafer was loose and his heel was coming out of it as he walked. When we got to the escalator, as he stepped onto it, I aimed a blow with the cardboard tube at his left heel and he stepped out of his shoe. His right foot was already on the escalator and he left his shoe behind. It gave me a great thrill seeing a smart gent with one shoe missing. But I took pity on him and picked up his shoe and gave it back to him. He was not pleased! But I did apologize.