Katherine goes walking in the rain

Katherine is annoyed. She can hear the rain falling but that isn’t the reason.

She has decided that today she wants to feel sexy but not too obvious. As it is raining, a nice idea would be to just wear nothing above her waist except her zip-up waterproof jacket – then she can adjust the zip as she feels like! But, recently, she has noticed that standards of dress have fallen so much she isn’t sure that would actually get her much notice. In the bar she works in, girls come in wearing see through mesh tops, clearly showing nipples and areolae, or tiny bolero jackets with a short piece of string holding it together across their breasts and obviously nothing underneath. Even early in the evening. Did they wear those to work? That idea really excites her — maybe she should try that for Uni another day.

In the end, as she isn’t intending to actually flash anyone today, she decides to just wear something that feels sexy for her. She really wants support for her large tits for the several hours shopping she has planned, so she puts on her favourite bra: very frilly, red and black. But no shirt. She also wears a red g-string, a short (but not tiny) black skirt, her favourite black and white thigh socks and pink trainers. And her rain jacket over the bra.

On the bus into town she keeps an eye out for pervy old men — for some reason they always eye her up. But, disappointingly, none of them come to talk to her today!

When she arrives at Princes Street, Katherine starts browsing the fashion stores. She loves the naughty feeling of walking around with no top on amongst all the tourists and pulls the zip down enough to slightly expose the bra to anyone looking carefully. But the shopping is frustrating as everything is so expensive. Eventually she ends up at a small accessories and underwear shop one street back from the main drag. It is a shop she often visits because she loves their selection. The underwear, socks and scarves make her feel sexy, and they even have a selection of nipple jewellery for her piercings.

The owner is a woman who looks like she has come straight out of /r/bigtiddygothgf. Katherine is a regular customer and the owner knows some of her quirks. Katherine is looking around and finds a lovely pair of red and black striped thigh socks. They look so sexy! And they would match her favourite bra. Fed up with the failure of her shopping so far, she decides to get the socks to liven up her day. She takes them to the counter, knowing that the owner will give her a discount as a regular customer and not a tourist.

The owner tells Katherine, “Hello, love. You can have those for £5 but only if you do what I say.”

This wakes the submissive side of Katherine — she loves being ordered into risky situations and she knows that the owner has something exciting in mind. She plays along, “I don’t know — what would I need to do?”.

“That range is new, and I need some promotional photos of women wearing them. Take off your shoes and socks and let’s see those on you.”

Simple enough – Katherine agrees, sits on the chair and puts the red socks on.

“Ooh, they look lovely, dear. Let’s have a picture.”

Katherine knows there must be more coming.

“So, now, I need a picture of you in just the socks! Take your other clothes off”

“I can’t do that — someone might come in”.

“OK, I will put the closed sign up so no one will come in.”

Both of them look out of the window and realise that that doesn’t solve anything — anyone looking in will see Katherine naked even though the sign says closed! But neither says anything and they continue the fiction that the sign makes it OK. Katherine is really excited and wet and takes off her jacket. When the owner sees she has no shirt on but is wearing a bra that matches the socks she changes her mind:

“Keep the bra on, but take off the skirt”. She then takes photos of Katherine in many poses in bra, g-string and socks.

She then tells Katherine, “You can have the socks for free if you do your next task.” Katherine says nothing but waits for the order. She knows she will do it, whatever it is.

“Put your skirt and jacket back on but leave your shoes here. Go out and finish your shopping wearing the socks but no shoes. In the rain. Make sure you go into a pub for some lunch. You can collect your shoes later this afternoon and tell me how it went”.

Katherine finds the idea of walking around the New Town in public in sexy socks but no shoes, in the rain, very exciting.

She has a foot fetish, along with her submissive and exhibitionist tendencies, but hasn’t tried this before and is very interested in what it will feel like. She wonders how many people will notice, whether anyone will say anything or just ignore it and whether the shops or the pubs will throw her out.

But here in the city centre, amongst all the tourists, no one knows her so it is a great opportunity. Without a word, she puts her jacket and skirt on and walks out of the shop, leaving her shoes and her old socks behind.

As she walks down the quiet street she experiments with walking into puddles. The water oozing around her toes in the puddles really turns her on.

And she loves the clear footprints her now wet socks leave in the dry patches — just like Man Friday on the beach. She wonders if anyone will notice and try to use them to follow her.

Most of all, she loves the freedom of being **told** to do this — she feels safe, as though she can’t be held responsible for her actions. She turns back to Princes Street and the throngs of tourists and shoppers.

Interestingly, in the crowds she feels that people notice less: they are too busy looking around, hurrying to wherever they are going, and making sure they avoid other people without making eye contact. But in the shops there are fewer people. And her wet footprints are very noticeable on the tiled floors of most of the shops.

She notices other women noticing, and talking quietly to each other. None of them says anything to her face. Except in one shop where a staff member, a girl her own age, asks her to leave saying “we ask our customers to be properly dressed”. She doesn’t argue but wonders about the strange logic — what is wrong with not wearing shoes?

She loves all sorts of attention. So, in Marks and Spencer she even gets brave enough to buy another pair of socks, drawing more attention to herself. Several staff and customers have noticed, and they watch her, but no one says anything. She pays, extremely embarrassed and red-faced, but extremely turned on to think of her small act of exhibition.

After M&S, Katherine goes to a pub in Rose Street to get some lunch.

As she walks in no one much notices. She goes to the bar and orders a drink and a sandwich. She finds a table where her legs can be clearly seen and crosses them.

The soles of her socks are now filthy and the whole feet of the socks are very wet, although higher up the pattern is still clear. She plays with her phone and gradually some patrons begin to notice her lack of shoes.

An older man asks if he can share her table, even though many others are empty. She smiles and says yes, wondering what he plans. He asks her what she is doing and why. As she tells her story, he says that he enjoys walking in socks in public, particularly in the rain, and has been doing it for 40 years.

He says it turns him on as his feet seem to be connected directly to his cock. She agrees and says her pussy is dripping. Although they compare notes, and she tells him her name and address, nothing else happens at this time. After her lunch they go their separate ways and she wonders if she will see him again.

Katherine returns to the sock shop to find the bigtiddygothgf owner has closed up, leaving her without her trainers. She isn’t particularly surprised and slowly makes her way back through all the people towards the bus stop.

At one point two guys in suits, hurrying back to work from lunch, shout out “Nice socks, love!”. They don’t wait for an answer but it does cause other people to notice, just as she is arriving at her stop.

While waiting, she is again feeling very visible, very embarrassed, red-faced, but loving every moment of it. While she is waiting, a female police constable walks by and Katherine is briefly worried she might be arrested but the WPC ignores her – Katherine doesn’t know if she even noticed, but she had and had smiled to herself while looking the other way.

On the bus, a couple of guys call out a few remarks. One loudly says to the other “why isn’t that girl wearing shoes?”. The other guy says “she lost them fucking in a back alley” and they laugh. That idea excites her so much she starts playing with herself under her skirt and considers taking her g-string off then and there on the bus and giving it to them. But she decides that had better remain just a fantasy – for now, at least – so she just tells them that maybe tomorrow they will get lucky!

When she gets home, she relives the experience to multiple orgasms and vows that she will go back soon to collect her shoes and have another adventure. Maybe next time she can include her butt plug as well.

At least she found a different way to be noticed, even among the girls exposing more flesh.

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