1. Mr. Hurley was More than a Grocer


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

    its place. Holy shit! It was like I found a huge bag of money, or a gun, or a dead body or something naughty. But it was pantyhose and my unknown fetish at the time started kicking in. My libido was activated and telling my body to start pumping adrenaline in my bl**dstream. My heart racing. I started sweating and looking around as if I discovered something I shouldn’t have. Customers walking by me and smile as they passed. They know what I found? I couldn’t think. It seemed like I was petrified but only a few seconds pass and the only thing I was thinking about was how to get these home without getting caught. I finally caught my composure and started back on my cleaning routine. I put the yellowed cellophane wrapped pantyhose package behind everything this time way up high on the upper shelf where no one can see it and only I knew it was there. During the day I would strategically move my Holy Grail closer and closer to the back storage room where my hoodie was. Finding places to hide it where customers nor Alfred would see it. It felt like a James Bond movie. Wow did time fly! Especially when I was scheming the greatest heist of my life and now it finally was time to go home to put on my own pair of pantyhose. They were mine and I no longer had to borrow my mom’s anymore. I go to wash my hands and I hear Alfred in the his manager’s room with the big KEEP OUT sign on the door talking and talking on his big black phone with the clear buttons along the bottom and a rotary ...
    dial. I can smell cigarette smoke coming from his office and I can also hear him putting the money in the safe during his conversation which sounded like muttering. This gave me approximately 100 seconds to: wash my hands and dry them, walk across the room to put my hoodie on, walk to ground zero where my ill gotten booty was strategically placed to be easily grabbed and stuffed down the back of my blue jeans. My hoodie was long enough the hide the package safely secured at the waistband. My ears were my sensor array, they were working at peak efficiency, maximum gain, full spread. Every sound I heard told me exactly where he was in his room like a bat uses echolocation to map out it’s environment. My hands are dried now and I walk to the coat rack. I put my hoodie on. I hear him hang up. Oh-oh, time is escaping faster now. My hands begin to sweat and I loose precious time fumbling with the zipper of the hoodie. My aural sensor array is now at sixty three percent and falling fast like a brick in the sky. I manage to do it and zip it up. I lost precious time with the zipper. Shit!! Where is he? My sensors!!! Ok I hear the safe closing. I have mere seconds to complete my mission!! Hoodie is on, I take three steps and now I am standing in ground zero. It felt as time stood still, the eye of the storm, a sense of calm, a feeling of comfort and warmth washed over me as I looked at that yellowed ancient package of nude pantyhose with reinf***ed toe and I reach for it. It’s in my hands ...
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