My Pantyhose Story

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I am 38 y.o. now, married, have two kids, working 10 hours a day at local tool store, selling chainsaws to some fuckin' lumberjacks.... yeah, I know. These days, life really sucks! Hardly any female comes in, and those who do... just imagine how they look like! But someone has to feed those little brats and a my wife's constantly expanding butt.

I think I was addicted to pantyhose since childhood. I still remember my babysitter from those crazy sixties with her ultra mini skirt and black nylon stockings, as she used to bend over, while picking my toys, and expose her soft white cotton panties to my curious eyes. I liked to pinch... and she liked to spank me for that (wish I have more of that these days :-))

School days - the time when you start noticing all those pretty girls around you and, (as in my case) sexy, younger teachers, wearing their knee high dresses and appropriate hosiery below... How good they smelled and felt when they approach you to explain something, watching as they slightly lean over to the schoolguy next to you, helping him to solve some equations... standing on their toes to reach upper parts of the board, watching their calves flex under nylon...

Don't want to remember those college days, might get a stroke!

I met my wife at a bus station. She had tight skirt and dark brown fishnet pantyhose over her sexy, tanned legs. I was stunned! When we started seeing each other, I used to open her pantyhose drawer just to sniff her stockings, while she was taking a shower. Good recipe for instant hardon! OK, there was trouble hiding it aferwards.

I never told her about my fetish, but it's foolish to think that she didn't noticed it, since every time when we had sex, and she had her pantyhose on, I used to tear a hole in crotch area and lick & fuck her through :-)

Nowdays, she doesn't care much of my kinky needs, her panties don't smell that good these days and all I can do is watch all those girls and moms walking down the street in front of my store, have my daily dose of nylons at Wives In Pantyhose or buy some silk stockings and start fantasizing...

Sad story, ain't it?

I forgot to mention that about a year ago I had some problems with cops. You know... she was walking down the street, on her high heels, white silk stockings, in pale blue dress (do I have to mention that I followed her for about 10 minutes :-), stopped to buy an icecream, I dropped my wallet & bent down to pick it up... sniffed her legs just a little bit... she started screaming... well, it turned out to be just a BIG misunderstanding :-)