Nylon Lover
My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50’s). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and as such, always wore dresses or skirts to work. I remember that when she got home from work, she’d sit on the couch and take her stockings and high heels off, and leave them there until she went to bed. I was fascinated with her legs, and I still remember exactly what they looked (and felt)like-she had great legs! She would hike her skirt up above the
Lust for RHT Stockings
This is my true story, of my life long lust for my aunt, and her nylon covered legs. It began as a young boy. I was about 8 at the time, and when my parents went out to dinner, or away for the weekend, my aunt Helene would usually volunteer. She was the youngest of my mother’s sisters, and was about 17 years old when she first began to baby-sit for me when the parents went out. From my youngest years I always had an eye for the legs of a woman. I could care a less
Ivan Learns a Lesson
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
Design Flaw
My name is Tim and I am an industrial distributor. I represent a company that supplies parts to various industries with maintenance and repair parts. One of my customer’s maintenance planners (Gerri) works for company “X”. She is a 50 year old widow. On a scale of one to 10, she is a nine. However, she always wears baggy jeans and a loose work shirt to work. Her hair is always pinned up and she wears no make-up. During the holiday season, most plants shut down which affords the maintenance department time for much needed repairs and
Dressing with Auntie Heather
It all started when I was a young, teenage boy. Just discovering my sexual urges by fantasizing about the girls in my class. For some reason I kept flashing on their cute little skirts and legs. Oh, how sexy their legs looked to me. Once in a while, I’d catch a glimpse of them while crossing their legs; you know that little flash of panty. It would just send shivers up my spine and then down directly to my cock. Thus the start of my fetish for women’s lingerie.
1969
I had just started college in 1969 in a downtown area, and got a part time job for spending money. I worked in an office of about 30 people near school. While there were lots of women wearing short skirts around the area, there were 2 women working in the office who often dressed quite provocatively, Erica and Cara. Cara looked to be about 30 years old, about 5’5”, 125 pounds, with a generous bust and nice legs. She wore skirts that were on the short side. I couldn’t see her