Well, that didn't take me very long! First of all,
TBG thank you for your advice. You are right, I have to be careful and I will but it's easy to get carried away when you're walking in boots that really make you feel good.
So, after my 1st very satisfying experience being out in the open I immediately planned a 2nd 'fieldtrip'. Nothing spectacular though, just to a parking lot to do some walking on the street, which is supposedly much more difficult then inside your home, and to feel free again in heels. Because that is the feeling that stayed with me the most.
Friday night I zipped my beauties up again and stepped in my car. This is what my outfit looked like.
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I hope I have the right 'balance' for wearing this kind of high heeled boots. I always see women talk about balance when men in heels are discussed so I hope I got it in the right direction. This time I took the front door which is shorter to the car and doesn't alarm the neighbors but also a bit riskier because someone might walk by suddenly.
Nothing happened and I drove to a large gas station along the nearest highway. It has a big, well lit parking area for trucks and cars stopping by. There's also another resting area not far from my place but that one is infamous for it's gay activities that take place in the nearby bushes. Better not show up there in my stiletto boots I guess, they might mistaken me for wanting something else!
No, this one is safe and in plain view. I pulled up at the end of the car lane. 2 Cars with people in them were in front of me, some 25 and 50 metres away. To my left were a few trucks and in only one of them I saw a driver reading something. After scanning the area around me I got out to supposedly get something out of the trunk. Just these few steps made me really wanting more but the car in front of me kept me from doing it.
After a few minutes of waiting inside I decided to throw something in a wastbin halfway in between. This went really well, I made sure my steps and posture were as masculine as the heels would allow me to. When I walked back to my car I already didn't care very much if anyone would notice me. The car in front of me drove away so it was time for some more street heeling. It's not easy to develop the right way of walking in heels, you have to stay focused on your steps and posture. I have no interest in strutting the streets like a women and swinging with my ass like a sissy. That also draws to much attention and after all, I am a 100% regular guy who just likes to wear stylish boots. So, I tried to keep it as natural as possible and that went pretty well, it's a matter of enough practice and confidence. As soon as you start to think someone might notice it, your way of walking will change and THAT will be noticed for sure.
Suddenly a men and a kid came from the shop and stepped in a van some 20 metres to my side. I decided to stay outside but kept my boots out of their sight. They didn't drove of right away so I walked in their direction halfway up and stopped along the road, in plain view.
After a minute or so the kid looked at me and he kept looking as if he had seen something that looked out of place. Now what could that be I ask you? Maybe he thought it was strange I was standing there in the freezing cold wind but that didn't bother me at all. It's amazing how warm my feet and legs stay when their encased in real leather up to the knee. I was facing them head on and you cannot see the stilettos then, just a pair of shiny pointy boots that look very slick instead of bulky. For a few seconds I felt a bit unsettled and watched if he would signal his father next to him but he just kept looking. So I turned my back on him and walked back to my car. They drove off but I didn't bother to see if he was still looking.
Anyway, I did some more practicing but sadly couldn't go to far, that would look out of place there. I would have just loved to walk into the shop though... But I took
TBG's advise and stayed cautious! So I drove back very satisfied and a little proud of myself. I think I have the right to be.
Take care...