Author – Wunshu
A few years ago I was travelling by train through Europe. On a train in Italy the seats were arranged so that four people sat in two’s facing each other. I was sitting with two other people when, at one stop a fourth person sat opposite me. He was a guy in his late teens/ early twenties. I had my legs crossed at the knee and had mt right shoe half off and dangling on my toes. The guy opposite seemed to be enjoying seeing me moving my foot and swinging my shoe around. Then he moved his feet and hit my hanging shoe sending it falling and sliding across the floor. I was embarrassed and flushed. Then he got up and picked up my shoe, which had ended up in the aisle, and handed it back to me, at the same time having a good look at it. I took it from him but didn’t put it on. I uncrossed my legs and put the shoe on the floor next to my feet leaving my right foot in a pristine white sock. The guy obviously liked that and several times moved his foot and gently brushed the sole of my socked foot with his. I looked to see what he was wearing and he had dark brown loafers. After a while he slipped one shoe half off and played with it moving it from side to side all the time watching to see what my reaction was. I was getting pretty excited and worked up and started to get hard. Just as I was thinking of getting up and finding the toilet we pulled into a station and the young guy leaped up losing his shoe in the process. He picked it up and held it in his hand as he got off the train wearing one shoe. I watched him through the window and he waved his shoe at me! It was the most erotic train journey I’ve ever had!
Author – Leo
This is now a bit of ancient history, but I still feel guilty about it.
Some years ago I was getting a train to go to Dover to get a ferry to Calais en route for Holland. It was fairly busy and there were several people in front of me waiting to get on the train. A young guy was in front of me and as he stepped up onto the train I lifted my suitcase to put it on. Unfortunately I was a bit too quick and caught the back of his foot. His shoe came off and fell, you guessed it, right between the platform and the train. He was frantic at the thought of travelling through to Italy with one shoe. I asked him to take my case on board while I went to find someone who could help. I found someone very quickly and explained the situation. He said that he couldn’t do anything about it as the train was about to leave. Very helpful. I ran back to the train and saw a group of people seeing someone off and one of them had an umbrella. I asked if I could borrow it for a minute and he let me have it. I went to where the shoe was and hooked it up with the handle of the umbrella. The look of relief on the students face was amazing! He was so pleased that he kissed me, which was most embarrassing. The train started to move before he could put the shoe on! I had noticed that the shoe was a Timberland loafer and in my size too. I would love to have been able to try it on!
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.
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 🙂
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!!!
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!
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!