1. Mr. Hurley was More than a Grocer


    Date: 9/18/2015, Categories: Fetish, Gay Male, Taboo, Author: pat4tights, Rating: 71, Source: xHamster

    adjust her skirt slowly revealing more shiny leg. She would dangle one high heel and then slide it back on again. I would slightly turn my head to look at her legs and the dangling shoe. My eyes just ran up and down those shiny legs and and savoured the heels. I noticed she had painted toenails which I can see through her open toe heels. Somehow my eyes went up past her legs, which now I see a little lace peeking at the hemline of her black skirt resting on her thigh, past her tight blue top which I stared at her magnificent mountains for a moment and met her eyes. Shewas watching me checking her out the whole time and she smiled at me and blew me another kiss with and wink. I turned quickly and just stared forward for a few moments, scared to turn my head in any direction. But of course, my eye wandered back to her dangling foot and the loop started again. Now this it the thing, I had a ‘thing’ at that time, that no one knew about. It was pantyhose and lingerie and I was obsessed with it. By then I had been ‘borrowing’ my mom’s pantyhose when she would step out. I would carefully take them from her lingerie stand, noting exactly how they were folded and were they were. I would sit on her bed and gently slide them on my naturally hairless legs with a careful pointed toe just as my mother put them on. I learned by watching my her put them on with such finesse and ease. I would wear them and prance in the mirror. I would walk on my tip toe as if I was wearing high heels ...
    because my feet were too small to fit in my mother’s heels. The fabric felt so wonderful against my hairless legs. As I walked around the house the air that moved around my smooth nude colour pantyhose legs gave me feelings I couldn’t understand. A feeling of tenderness, gentleness and the light scent of fabric softener gave it this sense of femininity. It was time to rub one out!! Being careful not to ruin them, I lay on my bed as I let go a stream of sap on my stomach and rub it into my skin. After the wonderful feeling of ecstasy and when my sap was dried up absorbed into my smooth body, I would carefully take them off and put them back exactly as I found them. I never got caught nor did I ever hear mention of someone’s been rummaging in her boudoir. If I knew what a junkie was, I was a pantyhose junkie and didn’t know it. If OCD was a thing back then, I had it and didn’t know. Just thinking of pantyhose and lingerie would get my little button stiff. Whenever I heard my mom say she would step out shopping or getting her hair done or whatever women did for hours on end, my mind and libido started thinking about pantyhose and rubbing out another stream of sap onto my body. I would think the sap was good for the skin back then!! Once I was rummaging around in the attic, since I was no longer afraid it was haunted, I found my grandmother’s old trunk that looked like it came from the late 1800’s and in that ancient trunk I found my grandmother’s assorted lingerie and stockings neatly ...
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