My latest adventure

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On the Saturday before Christmas, Tom and I had to go into our local city to finish off our Christmas shopping. It took a bit to convince Tom as he really is not a fan of shopping at the best of times, let alone in the Christmas rush, and his enthusiasm was not helped by the miserable wet weather. Along with the threats of him not getting any presents, I finally managed to convince him to come with me by going upstairs and taking off my tatty old black opaque tights which had holes over both big toes and thin ladders on the legs, and slipping on a brand new pair of sheer, 20 denier tan tights hidden under a pair of brilliant pink 80 denier tights that I had worn the previous night when out drinking. True to form, when I had been out the previous night, I had been without shoes for a considerable amount of time, both in and outside, resulting in the bright pink tights having filthy black footprints on them, as well as water stains right over the tops of both feet as it had been raining quite heavily throughout the night.

Before putting on the pink tights I held them up and had a good look at them and saw that the left heel had a small hole and ladder in the dirty stained nylon. They were also quite stretched around the feet, especially around the heels and toes and the nylon had got quite worn and thin from walking about in them without any shoes. I then rolled the tights up to put them on and found that the feet of them felt quite crusty and stiff from the dirt and I felt myself getting quite turned on as I played with them. Once I had slipped my already silky smooth nyloned toes into the dirty pink tights I stood up and then pulled them quite roughly up my silky smooth legs and as I did so, I heard the faint sound of my tights laddering and then saw a small hole over my right knee, which I had just managed to ladder half way up my thigh and down the front of my shin. Once my tights were on properly, I had a quick look at my legs and feet and saw that I had also managed to stretch the ladder coming from the left heel, so that it was now right up round the back of my ankle as well as nearly to the reinforced toes along the bottom of my dirty foot. I then quickly made sure that the dirty footprints were straight on the bottoms of my feet before slipping on one of my short denim skirts and going back downstairs to Tom.

As soon as I got downstairs I knew Tom would be more than happy to accompany me out in the rain when he saw me in my tights, so we got ourselves ready and then I picked out one of my favourite old pairs of ballet flats that have suffered months of abuse, resulting in them being very worn and the backs of them totally squashed down, leaving them unable to grip my heels at all. By the time I had dug out my shoes, Tom had already slipped his shiny black opaque nyloned feet into his trainers and as I slipped my tiny little shoes on I felt Tom’s hand slide up the back of my leg and under my skirt, playing with my silky nylon covered back side.

Once ready, we headed out to the car and drove out to the local park and ride and Tom was unable to keep his hand off my nyloned leg for the whole fifteen minute drive. As soon as we had parked up, we got out of the car and walked over to the terminal with my shoes constantly flapping against my heels, flicking water up the backs of my tights and Tom commented that my feet were going to get soaking in my flimsy little shoes. At the terminal, we waited outside in the rain so we could have a cigarette, and already I could see several little dark spots appearing down the fronts of my legs and over my feet as the rain soaked into my thick tights. As we stood talking I had my legs crossed with my left foot on tip toes and my shoe flat on the ground, fully exposing my dirty nyloned sole to the people that were waiting just inside the terminal and Tom started telling me that I was being a right tease as he watched me playing with my shoe.

Because we had waited outside, when the bus came, Tom and I were the first to get on and we went straight up to the backseat out of the way, with me sat next to the window. As the bus filled up, I slipped my right foot out of my shoe and then sat with my right leg over my left and Tom straight away started stroking my right leg over the hole, tracing his finger up and down the length of the thin ladder. A couple of minutes after the bus had set off I looked down to see Tom sliding a finger through the hole in my tights, stretching the nylon. He then, in a whisper, asked me why I was wearing two pairs of tights and I replied by smiling and asking if he had only just noticed. He told me that he thought that my tights had an extra shine to them, like you get when you wear two pairs, but he wasn’t sure and I jokingly told him it was just to keep my legs warm.
For the remainder of the ten to fifteen minutes of the bus trip, Tom continued playing with the hole in my tights, with him discreetly ripping the hole open enough to allow two of his fingers through so he could stroke my thin silky tan tights from inside my opaques. As we approached our stop in the very busy town centre, Tom pulled his fingers out of my tights and I slipped my nylon clad foot back into my shoe just in time for us to get off.

We waited till last to get off the bus and as I stepped off in front of Tom, I felt my left shoe slide off my foot and before I had chance to react I found myself stood on the soaking wet pavement in my tighted foot, right in front of the crowd of people that were waiting to get on the bus. Straight away I felt the water soak through my thick tights, saturating the bottom of my foot as I turned to look for my shoe which I saw at the bottom of the step on the pavement. I kicked my shoe over with my soggy foot so it was the right way round and then casually slipped it back on before walking off towards the shops with Tom. I was really enjoying the feeling of my soggy left foot virtually slipping out of my shoe with every step as we walked and Tom told me how horny it had looked, watching me stood on the soaking wet pavement in my dirty tighted foot in front of so many people and I had trouble convincing him that it was a genuine accident. As we carried on walking, I could feel the rain starting to properly soak through my thick tights and there were little dark spots appearing in the bright pink nylon right down the fronts of my legs. My feet and ankles were getting even wetter as I nonchalantly walked right through any puddles that were in my way, constantly splashing my ankles and flooding my tiny shoes, saturating my nyloned feet. In the crowds I found I was having a constant battle to keep my shoes on with the constant stopping and starting and changing direction and I told Tom that there was a fair chance I would be losing my shoes a few more times during our trip, and he replied that he looked forward to it.

Once we got into the first shop, a large well lit department store, we both looked at the state of my tights, which were looking quite damp right down my legs, and both feet were obviously sodden and dirty, plus my wrinkled ankles were covered in little dirty splash marks. As we walked around the store, Tom deliberately walked behind me, more interested in my dirty pink heels constantly slipping out of my shoes as I walked than what was on the shelves. Whenever we stopped to look at anything I found myself casually playing with my shoes, sliding my soggy nylon covered feet in and out of them, fully exposing my dirty wrinkled soles to Tom and anyone else walking past.

Once we left this store, we walked for a minute or two up the road through the crowds, and I led Tom towards another shop. I had no intention of going in the shop, but I had noticed a decent puddle right outside the window. I walked straight into the puddle and stood right in the middle of it, pretending to be looking in the shop window as I enjoyed the feeling of the water filling my shoes. Tom and I both looked down at my feet to see that the water completely covered my toes and the sides of my shoes and I discreetly slipped my left foot out of my shoe for Tom to see the soggy pink nylon covering it, as well as my shoe which was full of water. I then slid my foot straight back into my shoe, forcing the water out and over my already saturated foot. As it was so busy around us, nobody seemed to have paid any attention to me playing in the puddle as everyone got carried along in the crowds and once I had my shoe back on we carried on our way, going into more shops where I continued to tease Tom with plenty of soggy shoe play at every opportunity. During the walks between shops I managed to lose at least one of my shoes three times whilst fighting the crowds, and each time I ended up stood on the waterlogged pavement in just my tights, and walking back through the crowds to retrieve my shoes and on one occasion, not totally accidently, I ended up losing both of them. The first one came off as we were trying to fight our way across the street and I carried on for a couple of paces before stopping, with my shoeless foot in a puddle that just covered my toes. My other foot then came out of its shoe as I turned around to go back and get the first one and rather than stopping, I just told Tom to grab that one as I went back for the first one, having to dodge all the people as I then bent down and picked it up. Once I had my shoe, I walked through the crowds across the wet pavement in just my sodden tights, back to where Tom was as he had moved into a shop front to get out of the crowds. Tom then looked down at my shoeless feet in their wet and wrinkly pink tights which were now filthy and sodden right up to my wrinkled ankles and smiled at me before handing me back my shoe and watching me put them back on.

When we got to the next shop we wanted, which is based on two floors, we were looking at some clothes when Tom dared me to lose my shoe as we went upstairs, which we were about to do. Although the shop was heaving, I smiled and straight away agreed to do it, as I was loving the feel of my absolutely sodden feet and was rather turned on and after a minute we headed for the stairs, which went up in a small horseshoe shape of 3 small flights, and which had a constant stream of people going up and down. When we got to the stairs, I went in front of Tom and as I walked up them, with Tom right behind me, I was purposefully letting my heels slip out of my shoes as far as possible without losing them, fully exposing my filthy feet and laddered heel with every step. As I got to the third or fourth step of the last flight, I let my heel come out that bit further as I brought my right foot up and felt my shoe drop off my foot just before I felt the cold tiled step through my thick wet tights. I quietly swore, making out that it was an accident, and then heard Tom swear as well. I turned to look at Tom and when I saw the amount of people coming up the stairs behind him, I decided to carry on walking up the stairs and then go back down for my shoe. I talked to Tom as we carried on, with my shoeless foot sliding on the smooth tiles and he smiled as he told me that he had ‘accidently’ kicked my shoe through the banister. I told him he better be joking and he laughed as he assured me he wasn’t.
As soon as we got to the top, we pulled ourselves to the side, away from the crowd, and I stood with my shoeless foot up on tip-toes as we peered over the edge to look for my shoe. After a few seconds I spotted it lying, apparently un-noticed, behind a large display of toys. Tom and I then re-joined the crowds, with my shoeless and very dirty wet foot attracting several stares as it slid about on the smooth tiled floor, and we headed back down the stairs to get the shoe. When we got down the stairs, I noticed a few people watching as we went over and picked up my wet shoe, and then to tease Tom even more, I slipped off my other shoe and picked that up as well and then headed back up the stairs in just my wet tights, walking in front of Tom to show him my filthy wet soles and not caring about who else saw them.

Once back upstairs, I casually slipped my shoes back on and carried on shopping with Tom constantly telling me how bad I was and touching up my nyloned leg at every opportunity. Whilst in the shop, Tom picked out a new skirt for me which he really liked, and I told him I would go and try it on in the changing rooms. Tom stood with me as I queued and then sadly had to wait whilst I went into the changing room. When I was in there, I straight away slipped off my shoes and then my skirt, and sat down on the seat to have a good look at the state of my tights. They had gone very wrinkled and loose on both feet as well as round the ankles and the pink nylon was totally saturated right up to my ankles. As well as being darker from being so wet, the nylon over my feet was also very badly stained from where the dirt on the soles had soaked through the wet nylon and the ladder from my left heel was now all the way to the toe seam under my foot.

I then stood up and pulled my tights up from the knees upwards, leaving them wrinkled and loose over my feet and ankles, and then tried on my new skirt which was really nice, though even shorter than the denim one I had on, and was verging on being indecent. Once I was happy, I changed back into my denim skirt, slipped my shoes on, and went back out to Tom and once we had paid for the skirt and other stuff, we left the shop and decided enough was enough, as it was starting to get dark due to the weather being so miserable, plus we still had a fifteen minute walk back to the bus stop.

It was still chucking down with rain as we headed back through the crowds, and it was only a matter of a couple of minutes before I had yet again lost one of my shoes, and as I turned to pick it up, I said to Tom, “F**k it” and Tom watched as right in the middle of the crowd I grabbed my other shoe off my foot. I then picked up the shoe I had lost and told Tom to come on as I walked off in my tighted feet. As we walked, with my soggy feet slapping against the wet pavement, I told him that it was actually getting frustrating losing my shoes all the time, and that it was easier to walk without them. The soaked pavement felt really smooth through my thick tights, and apart from possibly the people directly behind us, no-one seemed to be paying much attention to my shoeless state as it was so busy and people were passing so quickly although there were a few people that I noticed doing a double take as they passed. I felt so horny walking through the busy city centre in just my thick tights, thinking about the damage it would be doing to them, plus the feeling every time I stepped into a puddle, with the cold water constantly soaking through the thick nylon, and I knew Tom was enjoying it as he dropped directly behind me to have the perfect view of my filthy nyloned feet walking along the wet pavement.

I kept my shoes off for the whole walk, and I was confident that it would have caused some significant damage to my already ruined tights though sadly I didn’t get an opportunity to check the state of them during the walk. As we got to just around the corner from the bus stop I slipped my shoes back on my feet as I walked and as I hadn’t wiped my filthy soles I could feel all bits of dirt under my feet in my shoes.

We stood in the queue for about 5 minutes or so, and I noticed my legs and feet getting sneaky glances off several people that were queuing but I didn’t care as I was feeling so horny as I wriggled my soggy toes about inn my shoes. Once the bus arrived we were quite near the back of the queue and when we got on the bus there were no twin seats left so Tom and I sat opposite each other on either sides of the aisle from where he still had a good view of my feet as I stretched them out into the aisle. I then spent the entire bus journey teasing Tom by subtly dangling and playing with my feet and shoes in full view of probably half the people on the bus.

When the bus pulled up back at the park and ride we stood up and got off as quickly as possible and then headed off, hand in hand, back towards the car and when we got between the first row of parked cars I casually let my shoes fall off my feet without even breaking stride and left them behind as I carried on in just my tights. As I had done it so casually, Tom didn’t even notice that I didn’t have my shoes until about twenty metres further on and when he did I just told him that they were knackered and unwearable anyway. As soon as we were in the car, with Tom driving in his soggy black opaque covered feet, I undid my wet skirt and wriggled my way out of it and Tom put his hand on my right thigh as I lifted up my left foot to finally have a look at the state of it.

The hole in the heel was now quite large and there was also a hole in the dirty heel of the tan tights as well plus my pink tights had also worn through under the ball of my foot with several small holes in the soggy and very dirty nylon. I then put my foot back down as it was distracting Tom from driving and saw that my left foot had left a large wet patch over my knee from where I had been resting it while inspecting my tights. We continued the journey with Tom stroking my right leg right up to my hot nylon covered pussy as I had my hand inside his jeans teasing his rock hard manhood through his thick black tights. Once we got home we both walked shoeless back into the house and Tom took his wet jeans off and, once we had made a drink, we sat on the sofa with Tom playing with my soggy filthy nylon covered feet on his lap. As we did this, Tom was constantly to have sex but I wouldn’t let him, preferring just to tease him with my feet and nylon covered crotch which I kept stroking and which had a quite large damp patch on it from where I was so turned on. Only when we finally went to bed did I let Tom have his wicked way which involved a lot of nylon covered foot play and tights ripping during which Tom actually ripped the right leg of my pink tights totally off from the knee, allowing him to see and play with my ruined tan tights as well. By time we finished, Tom’s black tights and both pairs of my tights were just a mass of holes and ladders right from the totally ripped open crotch to the feet which had been ripped open to expose our toes and heels.