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Watching Her Shop

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The shopping area is warm and sunny, with spring wind gusts occasionally ruffling his hair as he strolls around the mall. A constant stream of attractive women passes him by. They are all worth a second glance. The smartly dressed, the tight trousers, the firm breasts, the short skirts. He is a leg man, and admires the leggy ladies most of all. Hosiery is better than bare skin and he fanaticises whether the women are wearing pantyhose or stockings. So it goes on, always on the look out for the trimmest bottom, the longest leg, the likely winner of the...

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Tags: hosiery, nylon, satin, stockings

Shopper and the Stock Boy

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Chapter One - Dressing by the rules Jennifer Hart walked determinedly into the exclusive ladies clothing shop. It was late in the day and nearly closing time. She needed a new outfit and she did not want to miss the end-of-season sale. Surely the store could stay open a few minutes longer if necessary. Her high heels which had clicked noisily on the side walk were quiet on the tasteful carpeting. Greeted by a sales clerk who glanced tellingly at her watch, Jennifer looked quickly through the racks of sale clothing. A chic beige colored dress caught her eye. She...

Poker Party

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She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure...

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Poker Party (exhibitionist wife)

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She was hurrying around to put the finishing touches on the house. She had only a couple hours more ’til her husband would be home and he would expect all to be in readiness. It would be even more than he expected. Quickly glancing around to be sure she hadn’t forgotten to do anything, she grabbed her purse and dashed out the door, jumping in her car and heading for downtown. So little time, so much to do. She first stopped at the costume shop and collected the costume she had reserved earlier by phone, examining it to be sure...

Rick and Caroline part 6

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Caroline greeted me at the back door after I'd knocked twice. After my outing with the three women my night of appreciation, I didn't know what to expect. She seemed happy to see me as she pushed the door open for me to enter. Caroline must have been in the shower, her hair looked damp and I could see that she'd just started to apply some make-up. She wore a vividly sheer black top; it was a small jacket of sorts. With a single tie just below and between her breasts. From the join between her breasts (that just screamed...

Older Cousin’s Nylons

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This took place in 1966. A time when the fashion called for women too wear girdles, garters, and shiny ultra sheer reinforced heel and toe nylons, spiked heel pumps/mules daily! A time when my fetish for nylons was young and in full bloom! You little pervert! I jumped up drooped the high heel pump in my hand that I had held over my nose and turned around and found my beautiful older cousin standing in her bedroom doorway with her arms crossed. I froze and was speechless. I thought I was safe and alone in the house. With my Aunt...

Necessary Exposure

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Hayley stood before the mirror, working her brush through yet more tangles in her hair. As the brush pulled free, several drops of water fell from the ends of her hair, dripping onto her shoulder and down her breast. She looked at herself in the mirror. Age 40. Assessment. She wasn't 30 anymore, or even 35. Her breasts sagged a bit, but then, 38C was a mature size. Her skin wasn't quite... well, it was just looking aged. Not old, just older. Not clouded with spots, but not blemish-free either. A stretch line here and there. It didn't bother her....

My Auntie, Claire

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It is difficult for me to say, with any degree of certainty or accuracy, exactly when I might have first begun to consciously perceive that my Auntie Claire was anything more than just the generic entity I had always known as my Mother's sister. Certainly, my earliest perceptions and recollections of her were distinctly platonic and familial. We were never especially close, she and my Uncle Charles lived several hundred miles away and, in my formative years, our families visited only once or twice a year. In my youth, I knew her essentially as a very amiable and personable woman...

Mother/Step-Mother

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It was just Mom and me. Dad split several when I was twelve. It was hard at first, for both of us. But, even though we never saw or spoke to Dad, he was pretty generous and sent money at least once a month. Mom tried hard to be the father figure, but it really never worked out. She was just too darn motherly with no trace of a masculine side. Because of being constantly in her presence, I adopted some of her mannerisms and speaking traits. Nothing overtly female, but enough to be noticed. Now Mom loved clothes. She...

Mrs. Cassaway

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We lived in a neighborhood just like you see in the movies with trees overhanging the streets, kids playing in their yards and people mowing their lawns. We lived right in the middle of the block with a nice 2 story house that my mother just adored. I was around 15 I think when this all took place .....its an amazing story which I cannot keep to myself any longer. It was the day after school had let out for summer and we had only been in the neighborhood for about 6 months or so. Our next door...

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Julie and Stephanie

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By JNE At around age 12, for some reason or other, which continues to elude me to this day, I started sneaking into my stepsister's room and trying on her things in secret. The more I tried on, the more addicted I became to feminine feelings and finery. I never fully dressed up, fearing discovery and shame, but I satisfied myself by wearing a borrowed bra and panties, a nightgown, or an old discarded pair of pantyhose - I used to retrieve them from the trash because I was afraid of running them and being caught. I would quickly masturbate,...

Ivan Learns a Lesson

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Chapter 1 – Early Days Miss Penelope Davis was one of the English teachers at my old school. She was around 20 to 25 years my senior and possessed an apparently straight-laced disposition, as did most of the lady teachers. She was a strict disciplinarian with a stentorian voice that penetrated walls with ease. A tongue lashing from PD was a humbling experience and yet I sensed warmth and emotion in her character that made me want to connect with her in a deeper, more personal way. Miss Davis dressed soberly, usually in a two-piece skirt and jacket or otherwise in a...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 1

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It was late spring in the year of 1958, and the weather in the Midwest was unseasonably cool. This was particularly true in St. Louis, Missouri. Thus, the two women waiting at the passenger terminal at Lambert Airport had been obliged to wear light jackets when venturing from home. The two women varied widely in age, yet there was a definite similarity in their appearances that spoke mute testimony to their being related. And indeed they were. The tall, statuesque, gray-haired elderly woman was Agatha Etheridge, wife of the late, renowned chemist, Dr. Percival Etheridge, and now the sixty-four-year-old...

Hypnotism Hose & High Heels ch. 3

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It was the midnight hour at the Etheridge home. Frank Etheridge rose from his bed as the grandfather clock in the hall tolled midnight. He threw on a robe, and left his room. He walked down the hall. He stopped at his mother's bedroom door. His hand found the knob. He turned it. The door eased open on well-oiled springs. Frank walked into his mother's bedroom. It was dark, with only the glow of a night light illuminating the room. The glow was sufficient, however, to reveal his mother's bed, and his mother's still form on the bed, deep in...

Helping Aunt Breast Pump

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Kenny Morgan was engaged in one of his newly favorite pastimes - that of fantasizing about his attractive aunt, Nancy Belding. His first recollection of being attracted to his mother's younger sister had come only recently. now as a student in junior high, his head was swimming with thoughts about his lovely aunt even though he only saw her infrequently. His aunt, who was in her mid-thirties, was an attractive woman with light brown hair who had what Kenny had observed to be a spectacular figure and shapely legs. She also had nice boobs, or so he...

Head Dressing

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The title of this short story is a bit strange but it's a punishment the neighbor lady made up and later I was to suffer. But before I get ahead of myself I will start at the beginning. I was a typical teenage boy living with my step mom in a modest duplex apartment. We had a neighbor lady named Madge who lived in the apartment next door. I was just learning about women and would always notice Madge when ever she would come over to have coffee with Ruth. I always loved the way her perfume smelled, how her...

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First Collection

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It appealed to me. It always had. Even when I was a small boy ladies underwear fascinated me. It was so soft and sexy and I never missed an opportunity to look, feel, and wear (when possible) any stray pair of nylon panties, slip, or nightie that might come my way. Bathroom clothes hampers, laundry rooms, and clothes lines were some of my best reconnaissance missions. When I got older I became more daring and would sometimes stray into bedrooms and rifle lingerie dresser drawers. This bolder stance added to the excitement and thrill level of my passion for panties....

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Tags: hosiery, medical, nightgown, nightie, nurse, nylon

Dressing Memory

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In the 1950,'s when I was 12 years old, I grew up in a family of all women, so it wasn't unusual to wander by an open bedroom door and catch one of them dressing up for a date. I always admired the clothes that girls and women got to wear. Such a variety of pretty things, from delicate undergarments to soft, sensuous outerwear. For a guy it was pull on a pair of Jockey shorts and a pair of pants or jeans, top it off with a white shirt and bowtie and you were dressed. A young girl dressing...

Billy and Aunt Karen (part 3)

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Fashion Conscious Karen It was obvious that Aunt Karen loved fine lingerie, she obviously adored the way that it felt against her body, and he wondered if if she knew how much it could turn on men as well. Karen was an extrovert and she occasionally forgot her natural modesty to discretely, if unintentionally, reveal some of her lingerie finery in the company of others. Being a willing voyeur of Karen was one of Billy's favorite extra-curricular activities at family gatherings. Often she wore a skimpy lingerie-style lace bra under a sheer blouse. The sheerness of the blouse was...

Auntie’s Stocking Slave Ch. 01

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It was 1959 and I was eighteen years old. My mother and father had died over a year ago in a car crash and after spending six months in a foster home my Aunty Jean had taken me in as her ward. Aunty Jean was forty-five and quite an attractive woman for her age. Her body was a little on the large side but she had large creamy breasts and stunning legs for a woman her age. She worked in an office in the city and her work attire usually consisted of skirt, blouse, heels and hosiery; she dressed sophisticatedly...