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 – NikeAirMax
The stories about the train tracks who take shoes made me think of a bus ride i took years ago. Back then all shoes i had were Nike air max’s, and i had a lot of them. The newer ones i kept really clean and in good shape, the older they got, the less i took care of them. Somewhere in their lifetime, i no longer tie the laces and just step in and out of the shoes without touching the laces ever again.
With very old Nike’s this meant they’re loose-fitting. Well, this day i was wearing my oldest pair and went to a friend who lives a couple of hours away. It would only be an hour and a half by car, but by public transport it would take at least double that, but after a weekend there, i went home and at the very first transit from one bus to the next, i step out the first one, my backpack snags something. This caught me off guard so i stumble and the stupid thing gives way so i almost fly out of the bus and during my flight i somehow lost my shoe. Now before i regain my balance i had to make two steps and i realize i’m outside the bus but my shoe is not!
I turn around to grab it but the doors close to my face. One of the passengers inside now sees me through the doors, looks at my shoe inside, looks back to me, but does nothing!!! Not one word to the driver!
So the bus drives off, and i’m banging the door by now but somehow the driver didn’t hear, of didn’t care and took off. With my shoe inside and i stood at a highway bus station wearing only one shoe.
It took ten minutes for my next bus to arrive and i asked him if he could reach the other bus to ask them about my shoe but there was nothing he could do. The only thing he gave me was a phone number for the lost and found. At first i was in one shoe but when i got to the train station i didn’t want stay in one shoe so the only choice i had was to take it off as well and walk along without it.
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 in the UK
A couple of years ago I was in Paris on holiday and used the Metro to get around. In some of the stations I noticed that there were odd shoes on the track and, surprisingly, most of them wee men’s shoes of various kinds. I wondered how anyone managed to lose a shoe on the Metro.
The next year I had to visit a client in London and used the Underground. Going home in the rush hour crush I was getting on a train and the guy behind me hit my heel with a large, heavy, sports holdall and I felt my shoe come off. It fell onto the platform but before I could get off the train, against the crush, it was kicked over the edge of the platform. I was not pleased. I had to go to the supervisors office, with one shoe, and report it. Fortunately a staff member was able to get my shoe up with a hook on a pole and I was reunited with my loafer.
A week ago I wasn’t so lucky. I was in London again to meet an old friend for a drink, but at the last minute he wasn’t able to meet me in the centre so we decided that I would go to his place which was way out at Hanger Lane. The evening went too quickly and I realised that if I would get the late train home I would have to get an uderground train pretty quickly, I dashed to the station just as the train came in. Running down the stairs to the platform with another guy behind me I stumbled and we collided. I lost my left shoe but didn’t notice it until i got on the train. There was no time to go back so I just carried on.I felt OK until I had to change trains. Then I noticed that people were looking at my odd feet and I felt very embarrassed. The same thing at the main train station.
Reading the stories on your site it seems that some guys find it exciting losing shoes; I didn’t. I found it most humiliating and embarrassing; but it did prompt me to find this site, which I do find interesting!
Author – Leon
Some years ago I was travelling with a school friend by train to a walk in a country park some way out of town. Being bored with the journey we started to play around mock fighting. At one point I was laying on the seat keeping my friend at bay with my feet. He suddenly grabbed my foot and pulled my shoe off. He held it out of the window balanced on his finger just as the train went over a set of points and lurched violently. My shoe slipped off his finger and fell onto the track. I had to spend the rest of the day with only a right shoe, which my friend found very amusing. I, of course, found it very exciting and got quite aroused being looked at by people. I got a telling off when I got home but I just wanted to do it again just for the thrill!
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.
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!