1. Mr. Hurley was More than a Grocer


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

    folded in long flat boxes. The stockings were folded over perfectly with a little crease across the center, clearly haven’t been worn in years. They were grey and very lightweight and I noticed they didn’t have an elastic band along the thigh nor were they lace tops. They were the old fashion stockings that needed garters to hold them up and they were so much lighter in my hands than my mother’s pantyhose. I put them up to my smooth face and caress the fabric as it touches my lips, I get excited by the feeling. It was a different fabric and I didn’t care what it was. There were mine now and grandma certainly will not be asking for these anymore. I bunch them up and stuff them into my front denim pocket of my shorts but this big lump was now showing and my folks will certainly inquire as to what was in my pocket. I removed them from my pocket and refolded the stockings flatter and neater this time. I stuff them down my pants when all of the sudden this new light weight ancient fabric touches my little button and I am frozen in my tracks. Another wave of exotic feelings consume me as the once scary attic has now become a treasure chest of fun and excitement! I close the trunk quietly climb down from the attic, casually walk by my parents to my room where I hid them in my private hiding space. I remember one thing as I put them away, I couldn’t wear them cause I didn’t have a garter belt. I knew what garter belts were thanks to the Sears catalog and I need to go look in the ...
    trunk again. Certainly grandma had garters in the trunk. I was a lingerie freak and I specialised in pantyhose. I didn’t know it then that it was a fetish. Didn’t even know that word nor would I have understood it if you explained it to me. All I knew was that whenever I saw pantyhose, whether they were packaged in a store display or on a lady’s legs, something in my body made my feel soft, warm, fuzzy, girly and I had to have it or touch it. I never told anyone of course. Back to now, June something. I was cleaning one of the aisle full of assorted groceries. I would take a section down, wipe the shelf with a wet soapy rag, dust off the tops of cans and replace them neatly. It was a filthy job. The shelves were probably last cleaned ten years ago. I had to change the water bucket constantly because it was filthy from the shelves. I couldn’t wait to get home and have a bath. I was filthy dirty and it was gross. But I gotta admit, after I started working there, the store took on a new symmetry. It looked cleaner, tidier, brighter and airy. Customers would comment on how easier it was to find groceries. This of course impressed Alfred. I start to pull down the next section of the same aisle and while I’m taking down canned beans at the second shelf from the top I find an old yellowed cellophane package of nude pantyhose with reinf***ed toe from sometime in the 60’s when they first became popular crammed and wedged at back of the shelf. I reached for it to inspect it and peeled from ...
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