I KNOW there are other pantyhose-wearing folks out there…
We’d LOVE to know what it was like the first time you snuck a pair and tried them on. What led up to the point when you finally gave in to the urge?
I'm now in my 50s, based in the UK and have had a pantyhose (or tights as we call them in the UK) fetish since I was 10 years old.
Out of curiosity, and inspired by the underwear worn by the models I sneaked a peek at in my older brother's soft porn magazines, I have early memories of trying on my older sister's stockings and nylon underwear a couple of times but did nothing more than enjoy the sensation and feel of them, being pre-pubescent at the time. Then one day, on a routine rummage in my sister's bedroom, I discovered a pair of cream coloured tights and a pink nylon waist slip that had been discarded, the tights because of a tiny run and the slip because the lace edging had begun to detach from the slip. Seizing the opportunity I took them to my bedroom and they became the first items in my secret stash.
Trying the tights on I realised that they were much less cumbersome than stockings and quicker to remove, should I ever get disturbed. I also liked how they covered my cock although I still kidded myself that it was stockings that I found more interesting, I guess influenced by the general portrayal of tights not being sexy.
Over the next couple of years I amassed a selection of tights in various colours and deniers, a couple of full nylon slips and a nylon nightdress, all of which I kept cleverly hidden in my bedroom and I would wear a pair of tights usually with a slip most evenings for a while at bedtime. I also became increasingly aware of females wearing nylon on their legs. At 11 years of age I walked to school with a 14 year old girl who wore tan tights everyday and I remember I studied them meticulously as we walked. I also spent a lot of time admiring my female teachers as they took classes with nylon clad legs.
I do remember most vividly the very first time I had an orgasm. I was 13 years old, it was a Friday evening after school and I was securely locked in my bedroom wearing black tights and a nightdress. The nightdress was an old fashioned thing, lilac in colour, and made up of two layers of nylon, the outer one sheer and the inner one silky smooth. As usual back then I was humping the bed, rubbing myself against the mattress as I lay face down. Although I'd enjoyed the sensation of doing this many times previously, on this occasion it felt different somehow. The nylon mesh of the tights rubbing against the silky inner layer of nylon, in turn rubbing against the coarser mesh outer layer, was creating very intense sensations around my cock and subconsciously spurring me to push harder and faster. Then it happened, the immense rush of pleasure, the almost violent pulsating and nothing short of an explosion in my tights. For a minute I just lay there feeling drained and a little confused, coming to terms with what has just happened but then realised I needed to clean up pretty sharpish in case I were to be summoned downstairs. I experienced several more wonderful orgasms over that weekend before settling down to wearing tights and, more often than not, a nylon slip or similar and masturbating pretty much every day for the remainder of my teenage years.
