wet shopping

[opaqueph2000]

Rachel (from the halloween story) came to visit Tom and me between christmas and new year. On the day she was coming i was wearing a pair of 50 denier levante tights in anthracite (grey) with a short skirt and Tom was not wearing any as Rachel was unaware of Tom liking to wear tights.

She arrived mid morning and i was stunned to see her in a pair of bright red opaque tights worn with a short skirt and fashion trainers. I told her how gorgeous she looked and commented on her tights, which she informed me she had got just before christmas as they were nice and festive.

As soon as we got in the front room she removed her trainers and told both me and Tom to have a look at the state of her tights. With that she lifted her feet to show us. Her left foot had a hole just under the ball of her foot, with a small ladder running for about a couple of inches under her foot, and her right foot had a similar hole in it, plus another small one right under her heel. As well as the holes though, both her feet were quite dirty, with dark footprints stained onto the nylon.

I asked her what had happened to her tights and she told me that she had worn them out on christmas eve and walked home without any shoes on and had not washed them since as she knew Tom and i would like to see them after what she found out about us at halloween.

We all sat talking for a fair while, with Rach sat opposite me and Tom, giving us a good view of her ruined tights, which she informed us were 70 denier, and were that thick you could not see her toes through them. They also had nice wrinkles in them just above her feet.

After we had all had lunch, Rach asked if we fancied going shopping in the sales and i said i would love to, but Tom said no as he hates shopping with a passion.

We got ourselves ready, Rach slipping her trainers back on and me putting on a pair of strappy sandles that i love as they show my feet off so well.

We got to the front door, just about to go out, when we saw it was chucking down with rain. I looked at Rach and asked her if she still wanted to go, and she looked at me and smiled before saying, "yeah, why not."

We drove into town and parked up, and got out in the pouring rain and headed towards the town centre. Straight away i could feel the rain soaking into my tights and i said to Rach that we must be mad. We walked quickly, and within a minute i had walked through my first puddle, feeling the water soak straight through my tights as my toes dissappeared beneath the water.

I looked down at my feet and saw that my grey tights had turned just about pure black where they were wet, making it obvious that i had wet feet. There were also numerous dark spots on my legs from where the rain was soaking in to them.

Rach looked at me and said, "well if you can do it." and i watched as she deliberately aimed for a large puddle that all the other shoppers were walking round. I went with her and people must have thought we were mad as we both splashed through this large puddle that took three or four steps to get through. The water just about covered Rach's trainers and i saw it go over the side of them so i knew her shoes were flooded.

After the puddle we stopped and discreetly looked at our feet, mine were now totally black right up to just over my heel, due to me wearing heels, though there were dark splash marks going up over my ankles, and Rach's trainers now just looked water logged and you could see where her tights turned darker just above where her feet go into her shoes, plus the splash marks around her ankles.

We carried on walking to the shops and we both started laughing as Rach's waterlogged trainers were now squelching as she walked. As tights had never been a fetish for Rach i asked her if she really did enjoy getting her feet wet , and about christmas eve when she walked home in her red tights and she told me that since the sex we had had at halloween, and the chat afterwards about mine and Toms love of tights, she had started to wear them more often as she had seen first hand just what they do for mine and Toms sex life.

She also added that after seeing my varied collection of tights she had started to be more adventurous with the tights she wears, not just sticking to black ones like she used to, and that she was enjoying the feeling she had right now of her soaking wet feet as it made her feel like a naughty little girl, doing something she shouldnt.

We carried on talking about tights as we got to the shops and started browsing, and we laughed as we noticed people looking down at our clearly visible wet feet. We both bought a couple of tops and bits and pieces including some new tights as we went from shop to shop, and inbetween shops we both looked for puddles to walk through, and always went through them trying to look as casual as possible.

Eventually we ended up in a shoe shop and Rach said, "Are you mad, we cant try on shoes, our feet are soaking." I told her not to be so silly and of course we can try on shoes, its not our fault its raining. I then found some i liked and picked them off the shelf. I sat down and slipped off my heels and just got the first shoe on when a young salesman came over and asked if i needed any help and his eyes seemed transfixed on my wet feet.

I slipped off the shoe that i had on and asked him if he had the next size up. He took it away and while i was waiting i carried on looking around the store in my nyloned feet, aware that i was actually leaving wet footprints on the tiled floor.

Rach then picked up a couple of shoes that she liked the look of and i watched as she removed her soggy trainers to reveal her soaked dark red feet. She then grabbed her tights at the ankles and pulled them up as they had become quite loose and wrinkly on her feet due to her wet trainers.

She tried on the shoes and again needed the next size up so she slipped them off and we both browsed around the shop in our nyloned feet waiting for the salesman. When he returned i sat down and before i could get the box off him he was down on his knees in front of me with one shoe in his hand. I lifted my foot up to him and he gently grabbed hold of my wet heel with one hand whilst sliding the shoe on with the other. Once he had fastened the shoe i offered him my other foot and he repeated the process, and i felt myself getting slightly turned on by this stranger touching my feet.

I half heartedly apologised for me and Rach having such wet feet and he told us not to worry, it was to be expected. As i was making sure i was happy with the shoes he went to get Rach's and when he got back i watched as he took a hold of Rach's foot to put her shoe on. The young lads eyes lit up as he saw the holes in the bottom of Rach's tights, which were also still visibly dirty, and he looked as though he was going to say something but didnt. Whilst he was putting Rach's shoes on she was looking at me and we were smiling at each other, both wondering what was going through the lads head.

Once we wer happy with our shoes the young lad offered to help us take them off, i accepted but Rach asked if she could keep hers on. The lad explained that she still needed to take them off so he could remove the security tag, so she allowed him to take them off for her. She then put her soggy trainers in the new shoe box and walked up to the counter shoeless as i put my old shoes on. We both paid for our shoes then Rach put hers back on. They were a quite flat backless pair with an open toe and looked really good with her red tights.

once back out in the rain we both had a good laugh about the young shoe salesman, and we both admitted to each other that we were quite turned on, both by teasing the young lad, and walking round the shop in our tights with people staring at our wet feet.

It didnt take long for Rach to get her new shoes wet as we found a decent puddle to walk through and i watched as the water went right over her toes and round her nyloned heel, saturating the already wet material.

We headed back to the car having had enough of shopping and we were careful not to miss a single decent puddle all the way, keeping our tights soaking wet.

Once back at the car we both slipped our shoes off set off home. On the way we were once again talking about tights, and out of the blue Rach asked if Tom ever wore them, seen as we both liked them so much. I thought about wether to tell her or not as it is a very private thing but in the end i admitted that yes he does wear them whenever he can. She swore she would never tell anyone and suggested that maybe we surprise Tom when we got home.

Got to leave it there for now, sorry it is so long winded but just hope it was worth the effort of reading it. I will tell you what happened when we got home soon if you want to hear it.
xxx

[shred]

This was a very nice story indeed, Opaqueph.

Nice and sexy about dirty tights with holes and runs, walking thru puddles, walking barefoot in a store, etc.

BTW, do you have any idea what happens to tights if you walk in an area with usually heavy traffic? I bet that if you have been walking for a while in high heels that your feet really hurt and that you prefer to pull off your shoes and continue to walk stockingfeet.

No need to write down a sequel to this story. As far as I know you I know what to expect, and I think this is a fine story as is.

Keep up the good work.

Shred