First Pantyhose Experience?

[TightSlip]

What was your first pantyhose experience?

I’ll start!

When I was in junior high school I had a history teacher who was probably in her early-to-mid 20’s, basically fresh out of college. She regularly wore professional clothing, but on one occasion she came to class completely done up. I remember (as well as likely every guy in class) that she was wearing a shortened skirt which tightly hugged her hips. She was average in breast size, but the blouse she wore was cut in just the right way to make everything look especially pleasing in a non-slutty way. To top it all off, she wore high heels (which we’d never seen her do before) as well as tan colored pantyhose which shined ever so slightly when she stood the right way at the front of the classroom.

I remember spending the entire class riveted. I had no idea what she taught that day but I do remember that she walked near my desk and heard the clopping of her heels echoing as she approached. She stopped to help the girl in front of me and I remember the swishing of the nylon encasing her legs as she squatted down to help her. Some kind of neuron in my brain must have connected at that time and I got severely aroused as I watched her skirt tighten around her ass as she balanced on her heels. 

A lot of things started to move through my mind that I’d never experienced before. All I could think of was how shiny and tight those pantyhose were on her legs and thighs. I started thinking about what her legs must have felt like, being trapped inside of the nylon. I couldn’t think of anything else for the rest of the class.

I hurried home that afternoon and found myself alone as my parents were still at work. I dropped my book bag and ventured into my parent’s bedroom. I knew my mom kept her underwear in a certain drawer and I figured that if she had any pantyhose, that’s where they’d also be. Opening the drawer, I pushed some things around until my fingers landed on one of those plastic “eggs” which held pantyhose. I pulled one out and popped it open to reveal the bound up nylon within. As the silky fabric spilled across my hands, I got really excited and my arousal renewed itself to the point that my hands began to shake a little. I scurried to my bathroom and closed the door behind me even though nobody was at home. I felt that I needed secrecy and didn’t want to get caught.

I pulled off my pants, shirt and underwear and unfurled the bunched up pantyhose. My penis was ragingly rock-hard by this time and I knew that I needed to put them on. I wanted to feel the tightness and silkiness of the pantyhose cover me just as they’d covered my teacher’s legs. I really didn’t understand why I was doing all of this, but it just seemed like a nice idea. I sat on the toilet and fumbled my toes into the first leg of the nylon. I figured out pretty quickly that it worked better to gather up the pantyhose before placing my foot in. With both feet in, I started tugging the nylon up and over my calf muscles. The sensation felt cool and electric while also soft, yet tight. I kept going and pulled the pantyhose up each thigh until the gusset touched the underside of my scrotum. When that happened, I remember my cock clenching in reaction. By this time, my head was swimming in bliss and I greedily pulled the hose up and over my buttocks and crotch. 

When I was done, I tugged here and there so that everything looked as smooth and shiny as my teacher did. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I really liked what I saw. It was as if I’d temporarily turned into a girl. I liked how my cock kind of disappeared under the tight nylon and my hairless legs looked a lot like those of my teacher. I started to slowly slide my hand over my crotch and stroke myself as I continued to stare at how amazing my legs looked.

I walked around the bathroom a bit, enjoying the tugging and tightness I felt as my muscles jiggled and moved under the nylon. I wanted to know what it might feel like to put on more and more pairs of pantyhose if things aeady felt this good. Unfortunately, I didn’t want to risk grabbing another pair from my mother’s drawer.

I really-really wanted to cum while wearing the pantyhose, but I didn’t know what I might need to do in order to clean them, let alone the possibility of my mom finding out what I was doing. Instead, I grabbed several lengths of toilet tissue and the pulled down the front of the pantyhose so I could wrap my cock with it. Makeshift “condom” in place, I started pressing and rubbing myself until I finally made myself cum. That particular orgasm was so pleasant and powerful, I remember its sweetness to this very day.

Once I was done, I got scared that I’d spent too much time peforming my secret activities. I hurried to flush my cum-soaked tissues down the toilet and I slid off the pantyhose, gathering them back into their egg. I got dressed and hurried back to my parent’s room, placing the egg back to where I found it.

I don’t think my mom ever realized what I did while wearing her pantyhose. I got an odd feeling when I next saw her wearing them, slightly guilty and embarrassed that I’d been inside of the same ones that she was now within. Since that time, I’d engineered ways to get my own pairs of pantyhose which I hid between my mattresses. I frequently rushed home from school to have my secret “playtime” with them before my parents got home.

So, a big thanks to my middle-school teacher. She’s the one that instigated my life-long fetish for wearing pantyhose as well as other things that I’ve grown to enjoy doing to myself!

[PurpleVibes]

First off, I am jealous of your storytelling skills. This really hit my nostalgia, and made me relive some of my first experiences with pantyhose.

It saddens me a little that I can't clearly remember the details of the very first time I put a pair of pantyhose on, it is all a bit foggy, but what I do remember are those silky sensations of nylon against my body. My hands gliding through my thighs as well as the sound of my legs rubbing together, and the shine and even tone of my skin in the mirror were just delicious. Similar to your experience, I was hypnotized by my new reflection to the point of obsession almost. For some reason that no bulge reflection felt very right to me, it was a soothing experience although I was extremely excited at the same time.

Anyway, I remember borrowing my mom's hosiery constantly, as I also got a lot of alone time at home after school, but two experiences stand out:

The first one, I ripped a brand new pair of tan colored pantyhose. I was horrified because that was irrefutable evidence of my little secret, or so I thought. Adrenaline rushed like a train, my heartbeat was through the roof and the only thing I could think of was all the scolding ahead of me. I was fairly young so there was no way I could go to the store and buy another pair, so I returned them to their package and hoped for the best. As I recall, my mom thought it was a factory defect and stopped buying that specific brand of pantyhose, but I think that was the first time she suspected something was going on.

The second one is also a nerve-racking experience, my mom had this gorgeous satin-like leopard print dress which was a bit tight around the waist area. I didn't pay much attention to that little detail, so I put the dress on and slid the zipper all the way up. I then grabbed a pair of black colored pantyhose and slid them up until I realized I did it in the wrong order (dress first, pantyhose last). When I tried to take the dress off to correct my mistake, it just wouldn't come off! I was stuck and started to panic, so I just returned everything I could to its place except for the dress. After all these years all the emotions of that day are still fresh in my mind, I recall hearing the front door opening and thinking that was it for me, I ran to the window to verify but there was no one at the door. I then went to the bathroom, closed the door, and continued my struggle there. I was so distressed, but after some minutes I was finally able to take the dress off. Phew!

[Amy_jane]

I can recall my first time clearly as it will be forever etched in my brain but first thanks to the posters for the two stories so far, they really did bare their souls about what started their own pantyhose journeys, so here is mine.

I was 13, I went to an all boys school but over the years I remember thinking about pantyhose and stockings as I would see my Mother or other ladies wearing them as almost all women did back then and of course their legs looking great in them, then one day and I don't know why I just wondered what it would feel like to wear a pair myself but I rarely had the house to myself to try it.

A few weeks later the opportunity came along and sneaking into my Mother's bedroom and opening her drawers I found a used pair on top of one drawer and easily "borrowed", I slipped back into my own room, my heart was beating like a hammer and I was shaking slightly as I sat on the bed and felt them in my hands, they were a mid brown shade that would probably be called coffee now and felt sublime.

I put them down and stripped naked, my arousal was at the maximum now and remembering how I had watched my Mother put them on, when sneaking a peek, I rolled them down and slipped my first foot in, my heart beat faster still and I shook so much I almost couldn't get them on, then the same with the other foot, I stood and slipped them up and over my solid penis and around my waist, Oh god they felt good and then it happened, I gasped as a tingle began in my balls but within split seconds my whole body shook and I shot my first ever cum into the front of the pantyhose although back then I hadn't realised what it was that was happening, I slumped on the bed and felt the joy of a post orgasm for the first time wash over me, I felt incredible.

Once I calmed down I panicked of course, now I had sticky pantyhose to deal with and my Mother would find out, all my friends would find out and I was of course the only boy ever to do this in the whole world, all in my ignorance of course, I took the pantyhose off slowly and carefully and cleaned myself up and dressed, should I wash them? Could I get them dry in time? All these thoughts raced through my brain, in the end I found a plastic bag and put the pantyhose in them and hid them at the back of a cupboard in my room as a temporary measure,
then I sat back on the bed and cried, I felt such a loss that I wasn't still wearing them, feeling that overwhelming joy of the sensations I had felt earlier, I was missing them aeady.

An hour or so later and my Mother and Father came home, for a few days I was sure they would find out but nothing happened and a week later I had another opportunity to put them on and so retrieving them from my cupboard I put them on again, sadly no spontaneous orgasm this time but the joy of wearing them was immense and so arousing I masturbated into them and filled them a second time with my cum, this time I knew they were beyond saving without washing so I balled them up and went for a walk and slid them into a rubbish bin down the road feeling such loss again that I now didn't have a pair to wear.

Since then of course, I have bought and worn as often as I can and now do so daily, I have had many adventures whilst wearing and made friends with others like me that have that joy in their hearts when wearing that flimsy garment, later I wore stockings, lingerie, dresses and heels and all those gave me joy too and still do, I now try and be Amy for half my life, go out socialise and enjoy being a woman part time but nothing surpasses that first time I wore pantyhose.