#375 Posted by Bert on July 08, 1999 at 13:04:48:
#491 Posted by Bert on July 20, 1999 at 14:45:59:
#3497 Posted by Bert on May 01, 2000 at 17:47:32:

Bert made these three related posts that imply that his girlfriend has had shoe incidents in the past and that he and her would try to recreate them and take photographs. He listed several possible stories to write and he ended up with a combination of two of the choices. The primary story involves the trouble his girlfriend had getting through the Chicago and the LAX airports with her too tight pumps. She leaves one shoe in Chicago and one in LAX and ends up with lost luggage therefore leaving her shoeless for a night. -->

#375

Hi,

Just reading the story about the lady who lost one heel at the moving sidewalk and took off the other. I remember a number of incidents I saw while traveling, lots happening to my girl friend, lots observed when other women to were in trouble with their high heel shoes. Especially liked the events when shoes come off by incident in public (airport, shopping mall, parking lot, exhibition, dance floor, etc.) or if heels to are worn in inappropriate places or circumstances (e.g. dunes, construction area, car getting stuck) or - even better - if they become wet (puddle, beach) before escaping on nylon clad feet.

Like in the story, have seen young women mostly at the airport - often businesswomen with respective dress - when they to were in trouble with their high heel shoes. I remember a Young woman limping with one broken heel who didn't know of any other help than to lock her both high heels in the airport's baggage locker and to continue just on her nylon-clad feet until arriving at the check-in where she obviously left for at least to day trip. Quite often, I see women in arrival or transit areas, who don' t have their high heels on any longer, dangling, taking them off and cruising just on their bare nylons. Even well dressed business women take their shoes off when arriving at the parking areas supposing that nobody would see them walking on nothing but their stocking feet. Recently, my girl friend told me about to girl in a black mini-skirt, nylons and pumps walking through the airport with obviously arching feet. After a while, she stopped at a coffee bar and sat down on a typical bar chair. Instead of expected dangling, she immediately dropped her red patent pumps on the ground and after a while, without looking back, she really left her pumps flat on the scenes and went out of the airport just on her plain nylons (wonder if she went by public transportation or car). After getting amused about this episode, my girl friend remembered a number of similar events happening to herself like on the airport with her too tight pumps or getting stuck with car and heels at the dunes and beach.

Let me know if you would like to read these loads of stories (I still have to write down). Even will try to dig out respective photos and may-be post them later (active quite figures out that the message board is - by the way, to where to are the girls - but that corresponding pictures of dangling, dipping and loosing heels in public are missing).

Best regards,

Bert

#491

Hi Everybody,

Over the next weeks, I' m planning to short trip to the States with my girlfriend. Will try to shoot to couple of new scenes and I need some input. What about the following episodes:

(1)Airport:

Tight heel(s) half-on and half-off after to long flight, transfer and baggage claim on just one pump and/or nylon-clad bare nylons, proceeding to the rental car with both heels off... (Hope it' s raining - let' s see if she will get car when obbvviouusly driving with bare feet only)

(2)Hotel lobby:

With to bit of luck, she might check-in with no shoes on, left flat on the scenes together with the rest of her baggage or she even might put her heels on the counter and leaving for the elevator just on nylons...

(3)Shopping mall:

What about working on a broken heel accident or similar she is without one pump for the rest of the day, doing shopping, phone calls etc., later suggesting to take off shoes and put nylon-clad feet in to fountain... Any good idea?

(4)Discotheque:

Kicking pumps off on the dance floor, leaving pumps at the bars or handling them to the barkeeper, later leaving just on nylons, queuing up for the next disc with high heels off (let' s see if she will get in without shoes)...

(5) Car trouble

Hopefully stumping in to few puddles when getting out of car, getting stuck and wet, trying get the car out with one shoe on and one shoe off...

(6)Ocean side:

Sinking into water and/or sand dunes up to the ankles, walking in wet shoes for the rest of the day or even losing one pump in the see would be great, trying to recover it...

Any preferences, details or even better ideas, let me know.

Regards,

Bert

#3497

Coming to the States from time to time, I traveled with a girlfriend who had dozens of pumps she always used to buy (mostly 3 ") but didn’t wear them until the day she needed them. Flying AA we left in the rain and had to stop over in Chicago. Since her shoes had become to bit wet, she took them off in the plane for most of the time but nothing happened except shortly after the movie, when one high heel was missing. Becoming nervous, she was happy to find it after five minutes near the aisle several rows behind. She took it on and off again but upon arrival she had serious problems getting into it. She knew that from other flights (she always bought them quite tight and had her problems after long hours) but obviously the leather pumps have been shrinking and it was much harder this time. Succeeding for hundred meters or I know, she started to limp because of her left feet aching and she took her pump off her heel.

I know she walked limping even more for the next hundred meters until queuing up at customs to where she took the aching pump completely off and pushed it forward with her stocking foot meter by meter. A number of people were smiling at her (lots of useless advice) I know that she tried her heel on again, partially squeezing down the back until finally arriving at the baggage claim. There she was sitting down with her legs crossed, dangling with her feet with one pump half-off and later even flipping it far away on the ground. At that very moment two other high-heeled women passing by and started laughing at her and kicked her pump towards the belt. She jumped up and ran after her shoe to take it back. After an endless time when the baggage arrived, she tried to get into her pump again but since it didn’t work at all, she kicked it under the bench walking to the baggage claim with the left high heel off. She returned with her suitcase (They had the other ones) and tried her pump again as good as she could leaving in to hurry to check in the baggage again.

After several meters, she completely lost her left high heel from her foot and had to return. This happened two or three times on her way until she took it completely off and placed it in her hands. Meanwhile, the two younger women followed her laughing, asking silly questions and even trying to sell her their high heels - she refused and preferred to further enjoy the escapade. A few minutes after, changing handbag and suitcase in the escalator, the pump in her hand felt down on the floor and instead of grabbing it, she became so angry that she threw it away when the door opened. Then she walked through Chicago airport, one shoe on and one shoe off on her stocking foot. She really looked funny in her short dress on her one 3-inch black leather high heel and stocking foot with only an anklet on the left. After checking in the last time, she also had to smile at herself standing and walking on her toes when continuing to the gate (thanks to the tram to where she sat down and started rubbing her aching feet). Before long since walking this way obviously attracted people than ever, she finally took off her other pump walking only on her nylons. She better hadn't done that since the cabin crew started to discuss her when she smashed the single pump on the counter but all in all it was fun.

Arriving in Los Angeles, she walked around again on her one high heel remaining and tried to break off the heel so that her limping was less obvious. Since she didn’t succeed, she tried again one shoe on and one off until she finally also kicked the right one away (it landed in loads small fountain, at least one person applauded), being just on her stocking feet for the last mile as she expected to take another pair of pumps out of her suitcase soon. But now the worst thing happened, after standing on her feet for quite Time loads, the suitcase didn't arrive. While more came she became and nervous moving around and watching out. While all the other passengers left the baggage claim she still stood to there, not shoes on her feet, just on her black nylons and with not baggage except the handbag. It turned out that the suitcase with all her other high heels was accidentally taken to a place in Orange county and to there was not chance to get it back this evening. I know she left the airport for the taxi and made the trip without her high heels.

Unfortunately I had to leave for another connection flight. Later she told me, she even had problems getting into the hotel with no shoes and bags and spent her time next the morning walking the Hollywood Boulevard and Walk of Hunger shoeless until her black stockings got the first runs. During the holidays a number of similar adventures happened to her since she still used kicking her high heels off too many times. To be continued upon request (might take Time loads to remember) or please to share similar adventures of your own girlfriend.

#391 Posted by Footwatcher on July 09, 1999 at 11:27:42:

In this post, a lady takes her shoes off in a park outside near her office and a dog runs by and steals one and runs away with it. -->

An office across the street from our building is a large commons area. From my 4th floor window the can usually observe over the noon hour to large number of people sitting on the stepped terraces and retaining walls eating lunch. And, many of the women to are in their stocking feet with their shoes kicked off. To couple of weeks a woman from our office returned from the commons area shoeless and worked the rest of the day in her stocking feet. She was subjected to an afternoon of creative comments and ribbing. While eating lunch, with her shoes off, to rather large dog suddenly appeared from nowhere, grabbed one of her shoes and ran back out of the area. Finding that walking around with one high heel on and one off is apparently not real convenient she abandoned the other shoe. I could not help but notice that this very attractive woman is also blessed with beautiful feet. I must add that her plight made for a more attractive and interesting afternoon than usual. Which brings to mind the real natures of my message: I guess you think this was completely random, bizarre event; or, had a far-sighted clever guy actually trained a dog to fetch a shoe belonging to an attractive woman? (LOL)

#633 Posted by Anne on August 11, 1999 at 16:47:47:

Some of the best posts on the web site are from and/or about Anne. This post is a story about a shoe getting caught in a sidewalk crack.

The was wearing to favorite pair of shoes yesterday, black with a kitten heel, you know the type, not very high but with to very slim tip. Was walking down to a restaurant with my friend Jane when suddenly the felt my foot lift out of my shoe. “Lost your shoe? Giggled Jane as I grabbed hold of her to keep my balance. I didn’t want to stand with my stocking foot on the dirty pavement and it is very difficult to stand balanced on only one heel. We looked back and there was my shoe standing on the path looking almost lonely. I could now see that its heel had caught in to narrow crack in the pavement, so narrow that I did not feel the heel slip in. Sometimes, if the heel sinks deeply enough and you to are walking slowly, you can stop before you lose the shoe. In this case I had felt nothing I know it was not a surprise that I had walked straight out of my shoe. Still giggling, Jane helped me back to the shoe and the slipped my foot back into it. Gently rocking and twisting I managed too free the heel from its trap. Quite often if the heel is caught firmly the shoe often comes off again a few times when you are trying to get it free. This time it came almost straight out. Quite often the heel gets damaged when caught in this way and if it is, walking on it can cause more damage, I know having freed the shoe it was a good idea to take the shoe off and carefully examine it. I could see no damage so I slipped the shoe back on and we continued for our lunch.

Here are several great stories about Anne’s problem keeping her shoes on from the LAH stories page. -->

(Anne Part I)
We had a new girl start work in the office on Monday, and boy does she wear some beautiful shoes. What is more, she can’t seem to keep her feet in them! I first saw her walking from the car park. I immediately saw that she was wearing black patent shoes with a low cut front and neat, slim three-inch heels. I was mesmerized and almost walked into a colleague; I just couldn’t keep my eyes of those heels. She is an athletic looking girl and was certainly walking quickly. She seemed to know her way around as she made straight for the stairs and started to run up them. I hurried to be close behind her. I was about ten feet behind her on the stairs when suddenly off flew her shoe which nearly knocked off my spectacles. I caught the shoe and could not resist fondling it as I walked up the stairs to her. We introduced ourselves as I passed the shoe to her. Still standing a couple of steps below her I had a marvelous view as she slipped the shoe back on. We continued up to the offices, talking to each other. I discovered that her name was Anne. I saw her into her office and offered to introduce her round at coffee. As coffee time approached, I made my way to Anne’s office. Popping my head round the door, I saw that she was on the phone. She beckoned me in and I sat opposite her. Glancing down at her legs under her desk I saw that her legs were crossed and that one shoe was dangling from the tip of her toes. I sat mesmerized as she swung the shoe back and forward and round and round. Her phone call was getting agitated and she swung her shoe harder and harder, then too hard and off fell the shoe again. Just then she finished her call. ‘Let’s go for coffee’ she said feeling around with her foot for her missing shoe. She looked under the desk and seeing that the shoe had fallen so far from her that she could not reach it she asked me to pass it across to her. Again I picked up this beautiful shoe and handed it to her. ‘This is becoming a habit’ I said as we made our way out. I must say at this stage that in addition to wearing the most wonderful shoes, Anne was very good looking as well. I was keen to make a date with her before the rest of the office discovered her. So I asked her if she would have lunch with me. It would only be sandwich and coffee in the park, but she said yes. We agreed to meet outside the building. I could hardly work when I got back in my office, I just could not get the sight and feel of those lovely shoes out of my mind. At last lunchtime came and I was already waiting when she came out of the building. We walked across to the park and bought our lunch at a vendor. We ate quickly then I suggested that we walk across to watch the birds on the lake. Well the grass was a little bit tacky, it had rained overnight. Soon Anne appeared to be having trouble walking. She had slowed right down. ‘You won’t believe this’ she said ‘but unless I am lucky, I am going to lose a shoe again. They are getting stuck in the grass.’ Being a gentleman, I offered her my arm and we made our way slowly and cautiously off the grass and sat on a bench. She looked at her shoes, which were now showing signs of the grass, and mud we had been walking on. With growing excitement I asked Anne if she would like me to try to clean the dirt from her shoes. She agreed! I found some clean newspaper and asked for her shoes. She slipped her feet out of them and handed them to me. I was almost shaking with excitement to have these shoes in my hands again. I got off the worst of the dirt and offered her back her shoes. She slipped them back on and we made our way back to the office. Anne made sure that we stayed off the grass!

(Anne Part II)
Well, I finally got a date with Anne, the new girl in the office, last night. I had been invited to drinks with an old friend and asked if I could take Anne along. I had booked at a small Italian restaurant for dinner afterwards. I picked Anne up at her apartment, she looked stunning. Tall, slim and blonde, she was dressed all in black. Her short dress showed off her perfect figure, black tights emphasized the shape of her legs, and finally, she was wearing black high heels. I felt proud to be with her. As I helped her into the cab her dress rode up enough for me to see that even her underwear was black! Now drinks parties can sometimes be a little boring, you know, having to make polite conversation with people you don't know, getting not enough to drink, and eating tasteless canapés. Well, this party was not like that at all. I knew everyone there, my friend was serving good French champagne, there were no canapés, and Anne was the center of attraction for all the men in the room. One thing I do like about drinks parties is that the women are not used to standing for so long in their high heels. After about half an hour, you can see them starting to feel uncomfortable. They start shifting about and standing with their weight on one foot. Once they start doing that you know that the time is not far off when they will start slipping their feet from their shoes, just enough to wriggle their toes before they slip the shoe back on. I was trying not to let Anne see what I was staring at, as this lovely display of dipping started. Then, turning back to Anne I got a big surprise, she had shrunk three inches. Looking down I saw the reason for this, she was standing barefoot, her shoes abandoned beside her. She must have noticed that I was staring at her bare feet and empty shoes because she suddenly said 'my feet are killing me in these shoes. Can we sit somewhere?' Looking at my watch I said 'Better than that, we can go now and sit for as long as you like at the restaurant'. I was a regular at the restaurant and had asked for my favorite table, in a quiet, dark corner. No sooner had we sat down and ordered than Anne said 'Thank goodness to be sitting down, my feet are absolutely agony'. Jokingly I said that I could give a pretty good foot massage, next thing I knew she put her foot in my lap under the table! I took her foot in my hands and started to massage. 'Oh that was good' she said and changed feet for the other one to be massaged. I don't know what the waiters must have thought as I must have been quite red in the face from excitement. During the meal we got to know more about each other and after the second bottle of wine were getting very happy. Eventually, the meal finished, it was time to go. We decided to walk back to her place, it was a lovely evening and we had not far to go. Suddenly Anne stopped. 'My shoe has come off' she said. I looked back and sure enough, the heel of her shoe was caught in a grating and Anne was standing, balanced on one leg, trying to keep her bare foot off the pavement. I took her arm to help her balance as she stepped back into the shoe. Anne tried to get the shoe out of the grating but every time she tried, her foot just came out of the shoe again, no matter how much she twisted and turned. Finally she asked me if I could unstrap the shoe for her. She stepped out of the shoe and I bent down and took hold of it. It took a lot of effort, but I finally got the shoe out without pulling the heel off, then slipped it back on her bare foot. Anne thanked me and started to apologize saying that I must think her silly forever losing her shoes. We got back to her flat and Anne invited me in for coffee. We sat down and I asked Anne if her shoe was damaged from getting caught. She slipped the shoe off to examine the heel. 'Look' she said, offering the shoe to me, 'I don't think that can ever be properly mended. A new heel is never as strong. I guess I'll have to throw these away.' I longed to tell her not to throw them out, that if she did not want them I would love to have them. But I did not know her that well. I wondered where she would throw them and how I could get hold of them. Eventually, it was time for me to leave. As I approached the door of her flat, she said 'You go past the garbage bin on the way out, put these in it for me will you' and handed me those gorgeous shoes!! They were mine!

(Anne Part III)
Hi, my name is Anne and my boyfriend has been writing a lot about me. He has persuaded me that you would be interested in hearing from me and asked me to write a piece about what I feel about shoes. So here goes. Well, I love shoes. I can put on a pair of sexy shoes and walk right down the street in them and every one can tell the mood I’m in. If I wear sexy underwear nobody else knows. Apart maybe from my boyfriend. I have different shoes for different moods. I have a gorgeous pair of red patent stilettos which I wear for two reasons, you can guess the first. The other reason to wear them is when I am feeling miserable, they cheer me up. He thinks I ought to tell you why I dangle. Well there are a few reasons. First, some of my shoes do not fit too well. If you are wearing shoes that are a bit too big, and they are low at the front, when you cross your legs your shoe drops off your heel. There is nothing you can do about it except clench your toes to sort of jam the shoe on, but that is very uncomfortable. Now a very low fronted shoe dangles from the very tip of your toes. This means that your slightest movement starts the shoe swinging on your toes and that sort of shoe doesn’t have to swing very much before it falls off. There is nothing much to keep it there. Another reason to dangle is if the shoe is too tight. It’s obvious that dangling the shoe eases the pressure on your foot. Now to dangle a shoe that is too tight is not easy. You have to get your heel out first. With a very tight shoe, you might have to reach down and pull the shoe from your heel. Sometimes you can sort of rub the shoe off against your other leg. A tight shoe which is being dangled does not hang so far off your foot and you can move round a lot without the shoe starting to swing. A third reason to dangle is if your feet are hot. Dangling lets the cool air to your feet and you can almost fan your feet by swinging the shoe back and forward with your toes. The final reason I dangle is because men like it! Getting your shoe back on after you have been dangling can be a problem. If the shoe fits well, and none of mine seem to, then you can just squeeze it back on using your toes. A tight shoe can be lowered to the floor and then you slip your heel back in. It is hard to do this with a loose shoe. Trying to lower it to the floor usually results in the shoe falling off. There is quite a lot on the message board about women losing their shoes, so I will tell you what I feel about that as well. First of all, if you dangle your shoes they will sometimes fall off. Sometimes someone will knock off your shoe accidentally. This only becomes awkward if it bounces and does not end up where you are expecting it to be. Then you have to feel round for it with your foot or even, get down and look under the table. Now I don’t call that sort of thing losing your shoe, it is more of an accidental falling off. There are much more spectacular ways of losing a shoe, you may have read about my first day at work! In my experience, there are two ways you will lose a shoe. Either the shoe is a loose fit, or the heel gets caught somehow. If your shoe is loose, you will know it. Your heel comes out of your shoe with every step you take. With shoes like this, you have to be careful. If you run, or even walk quickly, you run the risk of losing your shoe. I had a favorite pair of shoes which had stretched with wearing and were very loose. Well, I was crossing the road once and this car cam on my faster than | thought and I had to run the last few paces. Off came my shoe, landed in the road and the car ran it over. I got it back and it was squashed flat. I had to try and squeeze it back on but all I could manage was to walk to the nearest shoe shop to buy a new pair. It was my fault, I knew I could not run in those shoes and keep them on. Getting your heel caught is totally different. The most obvious things to trap you are gratings and muddy grass. To avoid gratings, keep your eyes open. If you get a heel caught in a grating, it can be very difficult to get it out. Normally I try wriggling the heel around. Quite often that will free the heel, but I am always worried about breaking off the heel. Sometimes the only way to get the heel out is to bend down and pull it out, or get your man to do it for you. Muddy grass is a different problem. If you keep your weight on your toes, the heels don’t sink in and your shoes stay on. If your shoe does come off, you can have a problem. If you are with someone you can hold on to him or her to keep your balance while getting the shoe back. If you are on your own it is very easy to get your other heel stuck while you are freeing the heel of your lost shoe. You can easily end in a series of first one shoe getting stuck, then the other, then the first one again and so one. I used to get embarrassed about losing a shoe, particularly if it was very spectacular and public. Now I just laugh about it. I hope this is interesting to you all. If you want to ask me anything about shoes you can always leave a message on the message board.

(Anne Part IV)
Anne rang me on Saturday afternoon, she said that she had to look after her nephew for a couple of hours and could I come round to help. Of course, I was only too pleased, anything to see Anne again. I rushed to Anne’s flat and she told me that the nephew, Jimmy aged eight, wanted to go to the park to kick his soccer ball around. Anne had work to catch up on and if I would take him to the park, she would make dinner for me in her flat for that evening, after Jimmy had gone home. Well that sounded a good deal to me so Jimmy and I set off for the park with his soccer ball. I used to play a bit of soccer so I was quite happy to kick the ball around with Jimmy. A few other boys came along and joined in and soon there was a small game going on. I found myself a bench to sit and watch them. We must have been there about an hour when I realized that Anne had not told me what time to be back. Then I saw her walking across the grass towards us. She looked very neat in slacks and flat shoes. I had never seen her in flats before, always in heels but these were quite sexy, gold and very low at the front. I stood up and walked towards the boys, calling to Jimmy that his aunt was here and it was time to go. Jimmy turned, saw Anne and kicked the ball towards her. He shouted to her that I had been playing with them, would she join in for a couple of minutes. Anne grinned and said OK, but she was not very good at this game. In fact that is something that I have noticed, most women cannot kick a ball. Anyway, Anne walked up to the ball and aimed a mighty kick at it. She missed the ball completely and her shoe flew off high in the air. My heart thudded as I watched this shoe spinning through the air with the sun glinting on it. The boys found this hysterically funny and were rolling on the grass, laughing. Anne stood there looking sheepish, standing on one foot. I stood transfixed as the shoe landed close to me with a gentle thud. I picked up the shoe slipping my hand furtively into it, feeling the warmth of her foot. I took it across to Anne and handed it to her. She dropped it on the grass next to her lovely bare foot where it landed upside down. I was then treated to the sight of Anne deftly flipping the shoe over before slipping her foot back into it. Fully shod, we headed back to her flat where she told me to come back in a couple of hours for dinner. Walking slowly home to shower and change, I could not get the memory of that golden shoe spinning through the air out of my head. Returning later, I found that Anne had also changed and was looking stunning again in white and a delicate looking pair of pale pink shoes with a two-inch heel. Dinner was simple, chicken and salad, and disappointingly, no sign of any shoe play under the table. We sat on the sofa after the meal was finished, Anne with both feet on the carpet and both shoes firmly on her feet. ‘I felt such a fool this afternoon, kicking my shoe off like that’ she said. ‘I don’t know why, but I just cannot seem to keep my shoes on my feet. Look’. She crossed her legs and as she did so, her heel came out of her shoe, leaving it dangling from her toes. ‘I didn’t do that deliberately; any time I cross my legs that happens. I have tried smaller shoes. They don’t come off, but they are too painful to wear.’ I said something non-committal unable to keep my eyes off that delightful gap between her foot and her shoe. Anne reached down and pulled her shoe back on, it immediately slipped off again. ‘It doesn’t worry me if your shoes keep slipping off. I think that you look very attractive sitting there with your shoe dangling from your toes, particularly such a lovely shoe as that.’ Anne looked at me. ‘I never though that a man would find shoes attractive, I thought that for a man, shoes were just something to keep your feet off the ground.’ ‘Well, that is certainly how I regard mine, but yours are almost works of art.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Heart pounding, I reached down and took the shoe from her foot. ‘Look at it. See these elegant curves.’ I traced the curve of the heel with my finger. ‘The shape of the toe.’ I ran my finger around it. ‘Look at the color, that lovely shade of pink, the white of the lining. It is a beautiful object.’ I slipped the shoe back onto her toes and set it swinging. ‘Do you feel that about all my shoes?’ ‘Well certainly all the ones I have seen you wear.’ Anne suddenly stood up. ‘Come and tell me which of my shoes you like best.’ She led me out of the room. Anne opened the doors of a closet. I was overwhelmed; there must have been a hundred pairs of shoes in there. ‘I’m going to freshen up. Bring out the pair you really like.’ Alone with all these shoes my hands were trembling with excitement. I ran my eyes along the rows of shoes. How could I pick just one pair from all these. Then I spotted them. They were shiny black with a three inch heel and red lining which was showing signs of wear. I picked one of them from the shelf. The leather felt cool in my hands. I heard Anne coming out of the bathroom. ‘Have you got them yet?’ Carrying the shoes, I went back to the lounge. Seeing the selection I had made, Anne said that we had the same taste; they were her favorites as well. ‘Come and put them on me.’ I knelt in front of her, slipped off her pink shoes and replaced them with the black ones. Anne stretched out her leg and rotated her foot, examining the shoe from all angles. ‘They are lovely, but they don’t really go with this white dress.’ With that she went into her room. She came back a few minutes later now dressed in a black negligee, stockings and those wonderful black shoes. She came up to me and putting her arms round my neck kissed me hard. I picked her up in my arms. Both her heels came out of their shoes, which remained balanced from her toes. I walked towards her room. One of her feet knocked against the door as I carried her through, the shoe fell off. In her room was a full-length mirror. I could see our reflection. She looked a princess in my arms, one shoe off, the other still hanging from her toes.

#1396 Posted by Sphereio on November 06, 1999 at 23:27:13:

In Reply to: Re: Just wondering posted by Harry on November 05 This reply to a previous board question shows an example of what can happen when you hide a lady’s shoe. As a 10 year old, the poster realized he had gone too far with hiding his teacher’s shoes and made a good effort to rectify the situation. -->

Harry: Have any of you guys ever hidden to shoe I know well that it was never found or simply taken it home?

Sphereio: Did this once... I was in the fifth grade. My father worked at the school I attended, I sometimes stayed after with him, usually until about 5:30. I had a strong aversion to doing homework, so I found other ways to occupy my Time, which I’ve mentioned before. Anyhow, my 5th grade teacher, Ms. Holmes, most always went around without shoes after school. She wasn't the sexiest thing around, but... her feet to were nice and extremely ticklish, which I made the sure of often..hehehe. Anyhow... one day, she took off towards the office in her pantyhose feet. I looked in her room and noticed that her shoes were under her desk... and the light bulb went off... it wasn't bright... equivalent to a 5 or 10 watt bulb, but it was on nonetheless. Checked to make the sure the coast was clear, and then went into her room. The snatched the shoes up... proudly took a whiff... then went searching for hiding places. I hid them in 2 separate places... one was in a student desk behind to stack of books... the other I forgot. Anyhow..with this done, I disappeared.

About an hour later, my dad finds me and asks if know what happened to the Ms. Holmes shoes. Assured him I knew nothing of their disappearance (bold-faced lie..sorry dad). He asked if I was positive and stated that she really needed them because she had to doctor' s appointment and was already 15 minutes late. I again lied, but said I' d help them look. Pretended to look around for the 5 or so minutes, then found one. She put this one on and was walking around without one shoe. She squatted a few times and the shoe that was on would pop off her heel..so,I had to drag the search out to bit longer...:)) Another 5 or I know minutes later, the found the other shoe. She put it on and practically ran out the door.

#1393 Posted by footman777 on November 06, 1999 at 13:07:29:

This is a story about shoe moving, in which the poster kicked a girl’s shoe under the next table to where she had to get up and retrieve it. Before that the girl displayed some great shoe play and specifically dangling off crossed ankles. -->

To all the regulars who check this situated out, the just wanted to tell you to story, the am to serious lover off all the dipping and dangling and playing with shoes but my favorite thing is ankle crossing. I wrote a library story a few days ago and I want to tell you guys another one. This was on my lunch break recently at a food court. This fine brunette sits at the table behind me wearing to black skirt with nylon stockings and black 2-inch heels. Everything was quiet for about five minutes and then the heard that familiar noise when to shoe comes off "clop". The look down and noticed that her right ankle was crossed over her left one and the right shoe had fallen off. Moreover she curled and uncurled her toes and every time she did, that her right shoe would slip away because she had no control over it. I watched her and wondered to myself why I see women doing this? If their feet are hurting why not just take both shoes off at once. Not that the am complaining because both pair of shoes being taken off completely does not do much for me personally. Anyway she continued to wriggle her right toes so much that her shoe was eventually to few inches from her feet. LOVE WHEN THIS HAPPENS!!!!!!!! I could not resist and so without her realizing it the slid my foot under her chair and moved her shoe away. Kicked her shoe HARD and it went all the way to the next table. I got up and then left, but stood close enough to watch her when she was ready to get her shoe on. I thought at one point she was ready to find her shoe but instead of looking under the table to put it back on, she decided to take off the other shoe. (I guess she needed to do something with her feet) she then did something interesting, since she could not find the right shoe that I had moved. She put both her feet in one shoe and play to game of Well the guess you could call it shoe hockey because she would use both feet to play with one shoe. Finally she was ready to get up and put the shoe on, and noticed that it was gone. She looked under her table and saw it under the other table, there were people there now and she seemed to ask them for her shoe. They looked under the table and gave it back to her. This drove me crazy, but to there is a little more to this story. I got on the elevator with her after lunch, she did not realize that I had kicked her shoe earlier and you would think that maybe she would be discouraged to do that again. But as the elevator was riding she bent her knee and dipped her shoes until she got off to go back to work. WOW that was something to me. Love to hear the stories and hope someone can tell me to story about to similar situation. The love to see when women do this with their feet.

#2174 Posted by Lostshoe on January 19, 2000 at 08:29:17:

This is a post form someone who, according to some of the replying posts, crossed the boundary of good taste. He took a girl’s shoe out from under the table in the library and watched her as she looked for it then seemed to give up and continued her business in the library wearing one shoe. He tried to make up for the problem he caused and redeem himself a little by placing the shoe in her path so she would find it, but he was uncertain as to if she ever did. -->

Hello Lovers-Lovers!!! I’ve got to question for you: Did you ever take a shoe away from a girl, while she is playing with them under the table? I will tell you to story from our library. I always go to there to watch girls involved in shoe play but I also want to get their shoes when they are out of them. The best situation to take the shoe away is, when you sit face to face to her with a big wall between us, I know she cannot see me but the have the possibility to reach her shoes. One time I was in this position to " steal " a shoe of a wonderful pretty student, who had taken off her shoes and they were my favorite pair a woman can wear: black mules with thin heels. I reached with my feet and the incredible shoe became mine! Her feet to were sexy and make a wonderful view for my eyes. A few seconds later, I got her right shoe in my hands without her knowledge. She didn’t notice me but now she had only one shoe to go home. What an exciting moment for me to smell her shoe and touch it. I went away from that blond lady to get in to good place with her shoe to watch her reaction, when she wanted to slip in again. After a few minutes, she tried to find her shoe under the table with her right foot but didn’t get it. She glanced under her table but there was not a right mule. I saw this was a bad situation for her being in public with only one shoe on, everybody could see her feet. I still felt that wonderful warm right shoe in my hand and smelt another deep breath in it. The girl went with only one shoe in pretty stocking feet over the whole library; I saw her shame being with only one shoe towards all the other people. The could feel the pain of her not getting the shoe back and running with only one shoe over the pavement an home. After I’ve got my fun I placed the shoe at a place where she could found it. Never know if she found it already or went home in stockings.

#3474 Posted by Dixon on April 27, 2000 at 09:25:28:

In Reply to: Shoe play done despite danger of losing one posted by Kinja on April 26

This was a reply to one of my posts about a teacher who was an aggressive dipper. She dipped in an auditorium with a sloped floor and sent one shoe sliding about 30 feet behind her. -->

I can give you an example that was I was fortunate to see about 25 years ago but I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was in 9th grade and was sitting in an auditorium during study hall. One of the teachers who was in there was the greatest dangler/dipper of all time. She was the teacher that would sit at her desk with her legs crossed and dangle the whole period. I sat close to the front and must say, I never paid attention in her English class. (Except for not taking my eyes off her dangling pumps, always navy or black) Anyway, back to my point. Ms. Horvath was close to the front of the auditorium in the aisle, dipping as usual. She was dipping and she would move her foot in a way that her shoe would be sliding back and forth. Her toes would be at the front then slide her shoe and her toes would then be towards the heel. Well Ms. Horvath got to little too aggressive because all of to sudden as she was sliding her shoe, she lost it (it slid away from her), and because the front of the auditorium was slightly downhill and the floors to were heavily waxed, her shoe ended up about 30 feet away. She didn’t' t know at first it was so far away because without looking, she was feeling for her shoe with her foot behind her. That was quite interesting in itself, watching her pretty foot feeling around for her pump. She finally realized that her shoe was missing; I know she turned to look for it and saw it 30 feet away. She then walked down the aisle to put it back on, came back to her original location and started dipping again. Not quite as aggressive this Time. Needless to say I never forgot what happened that day.

#3713 Posted by Nylons Rule on May 16, 2000 at 21:53:26:

In Reply to: barefoot in public posted by Lopez on May 15, 2000 at 22:44:49: The original poster was looking for stories either about a woman losing a shoe in public or taking shoes off in public on purpose for comfort’s sake. The reply message describes a time when he and his girlfriend were on a ride at an amusement park and one of her high heels was loose and spun off on the ride and they did not ever find it. She started walking with one shoe but decided to take the other one off instead. -->

All of you love shoe play... but for me the best thing ever is the situations when to woman loses her shoes in public and finds herself obliged to walk barefoot...... or when a woman wearing high heeled shoes and after a long walk those shoes start to really hurt her feet I know she stops, bends down... reaches her heel with her hand and takes the shoes off and walk down the street in her stocking feet... does any one have stories of this type to tell?

Well I have one right now... went to an Amusement Park with my girlfriend and we had really nice time to there till she decided to go on one of those centrifugation games {it is a ride where you enter to cabin that closes really tight on you and it starts to spin in accelerating speed with awesome centrifugation power} I know my lovely girlfriend was wearing black high heeled shoes that were slightly loose on her feet. During the ride, because of the strong spinning power her left shoe came off her foot and flew away like an arrow over the sky and we could never know where it landed......... so she came out of it one shoe on and one shoe off and obviously it was very difficult to walk this way with one foot up and one foot down> She limped and tiptoed trying to walk with the remaining shoe.....and she had really hard time ‘till advised her to take the other shoe off to be able to walk normally... she looked at me in confusion and embarrassment.. And finally she did end up in her lovely stocking feet.and after to few steps she told me that walking this way will ruin her stockings soon.so she decided to take them off as well: and she peeled them both exposing her pretty white legs and arching feet and walked on the pavement tip toeing in her barefeet: please post similar experiences and stories.

# 3754 Posted by eagle eye on May 20, 2000 at 21:26:45:

This story is about a lady who had a shoe get caught and destroyed on an escalator and also decided to take off the one remaining shoe and walk in just nylons. -->

Reading the stories you posted remembered the loads situations that happened to my girlfriend... as she used to wear high heeled shoes and she was an excellent dipper... so, one day after the end of her workday she headed to the mall to buy loads stuff and on the escalator she started the shoe play and the dipping, getting her heel out of the shoe, slipping her foot out of the shoe and back on.not realising that at to certain moment the heel of her shoe got caught in the gap between the steps, and trying to pull it free the2 steps reached the next floor and the escalator started its way down collapsing taking didn' t have choice free Time to pull it..her shoe was completely damaged...... left only with one shoe...... she had not other than tossing the other shoe in to trash box and continuing her trip in the mall in her stocking feet......... after that she liked the feel of walking shoeless and the way people looked to her, walking in her nylons and tip toeing she did not buy another shoes to walk home, and she just got out of the mall in her plain nylons..walking down the street shoeless till she reached home.................. the interesting thing is that before this experience she never walked barefoot in public..but after it. I went to her house one day to pick her up and the was shocked to see her getting out with her red attractive dress red high heeled pumps in her hands and she told me that she is taking them just in houses... and that she is going to walk barefoot as she started to enjoy it I give you guys have similar stories to post??????

#3739 Posted by gp on May 19, 2000 at 05:28:26:

In Reply to: broken heel posted by zot on May 18, 2000 at 18:51:30: This story involves a girl having a shoe break to where it was unwearable and she had to walk in one shoe the rest of the day. -->

Ireland, the early eighties, spring and its about 10C / 50F depending on how you measure temperatures. Ireland was in the depths of its worst recession since the War. Our secondary (High) school was to series of leaking wood huts! At morning break we would toss our bags from loads distance into to neat linens from the door back as to make as they would stretch. Projectile It was one such which caused this ' display' to take place.

Jenny only ever dipped / removed in the summer and this was still two months too early. She was still in socks and her high wedge heeled buckled shoes of the previous winter, now beginning to show signs of wear.

She had left her bag into the room in houses it rained, (it seemed to rain not stop from ' 77 to ' 85). She abesentmindedly emerged into the ongoing arriagnment of satchells, stumbled, side stepping one, went over on her left ankle and the to entire sun of the ageing shoe on that foot detached completely!

She sat at the back and did that class with one cottonsocked foot on the rung of her desk, the other safely in its shoe without discovery. But she had to longer walk to get out of the room and the height of the remaining shoe was going to give the game away when she walked. I know it came off.

That made the day. Here we had one of our most desireable classmates in socks at to forbidden Time of the year, walking between classrooms, with not choice but to show her dainty arched feet. Mile When lunch came she also had to walk the plus back into town to her home, still sock footed and to there it ended.