There are women all around me wearing pantyhose and it's making me crazy. I go to school at a fairly prestigious east coast college and it's damn cold here in the winter. Still, some women love to wear skirts, and when it's cold and you're in a skirt you have to wear pantyhose. I wouldn't have it any other way, but I just can't handle seeing so many women in pantyhose on a daily basis. I spend most of the day like a walking boner. I have to wear underwear a size too small for me so I can keep my johnson in check and not get publicly embarrassed.

I was always fascinated with pantyhose as a kid, but I grew up in Los Angeles where they're not really worn all that much. You see them in business environments a lot, but I wasn't around that kind of thing. Still, my mother occasionally wore them and I always had an odd attraction to them. Sometimes I would sneak into her room and steal a pair from her draw to rub against my skin. It never really became sexual, but I suppose I was laying the groundwork for it to become sexual later on.

When I went off to college I was bombarded with pantyhose, which certainly seem to be more popular on the east coast, although it may just be a cold weather thing (I'm in Rhode Island). That first semester of college I found myself obsessively masturbating, much more so than I had when I was in high school. Each day I would leave the dorm and head out to class determined not to get overwhelmed by some beautiful girl in a skirt and tan pantyhose. Each day I would return home and jerk off, having lost another battle with myself. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, but that kind of behavior can get distracting after a while. I actually missed a few homework assignments because I was so busy beating off.

Recently I was browsing the internet, predictably looking for pantyhose sites, when I came across your site Pantyhose Hunter. Of course I was immediately hooked on the site, but I also really liked the site because it made me feel like I wasn't the only one who was obsessed with this kind of stuff. It was like a sense of community, and I can't tell you how much I appreciate that. In many ways I thank you for helping me to calm down a little bit and get some perspective on the whole situation. I still can't really handle myself when I encounter a girl wearing pantyhose, but I figure some day that might just help me out in some way. Part of the reason I'm writing this submission is because I want other pantyhose lovers out there to know that they're not alone in their love of women in the soft material.

Just the other day I had a fairly powerful incident in my math class. The professor is a middle age woman who has managed to maintain her figure and good looks. Up until this particular day she had worn pants to class in the form of pantsuits and pant/sweater combos. Today however she was wearing a tweed skirt and a sweater, and much to my dismay her legs were covered in pantyhose. I say dismay because moments after I spotted the pantyhose I lost all concentration and just focused on her calves as she walked back and forth in front of the class. When she turned around to write on the board I imagined her without the skirt, her butt covered only by a thin pair of silky smooth shiny pantyhose. I also took the liberty of imagining that she wasn't wearing any underwear, a little delight that put me over the top.

I quietly excused myself from class and rushed to the bathroom. I checked all the stalls and then locked the door, making sure no one would interrupt me. I opened the stall furthest away from the door, quickly pulled my pants down, and began to masturbate over the toilet. With my eyes closed I imagined my professor wearing nothing but a pair of opaque pantyhose. She was looking right at me and begging me to come touch her legs. That was enough for me and after a minute of stroking I was cumming in the toilet, leaving just a few spurts on the seat itself. I wiped up the mess and quickly pulled my pants back up. After I got back to class I checked my watch and was delighted to see that I had only been gone for five minutes, very nice.

Unfortunately, that's not the only time something like that has happened to me. Three months ago I was walking home from class when I ended up behind three good looking sorority girls who were all wearing short skirts and black tights. Up top they had on wool sweaters, another item of clothing that I happen to find very attractive. I was about twenty feet behind the girls, all of whom lived in my dorm, and I followed them the entire way back to our residence. The problem was that I had to walk with a strange sideways limp to dull the throbbing pain I was feeling in my pelvis area. My boner was straining like crazy to escape from my underwear and find its way into the pussy of one of these girls. That was a crazy notion of course, but at the very least I would have to squeeze one off when I got home. Until then I was forced to gimp my way back to the dorm; I even had to endure the snickers of a passing couple who must have caught on to what was going on. That was actually pretty embarrassing, although I tried my best not to let it show on my face.

I followed the girls all the way to the elevator and got on with them, getting close enough to one of them to take a deep breath of her hair which smelled like a basket of fruit. My boner stiffened further at that. At one point the elevator lurched strongly, sending the girl bounding back into me, her ass pressing right into my erection. At the time she didn't act like she had noticed anything, but when she got off the elevator she turned around and flashed me a smile. It was that smile that ran through my mind while I was masturbating that night.

Anyway, I thought your users would appreciate hearing from a fellow pantyhose lover, so that's my story. I'm thinking of asking out the girl who bumped into me on the elevator that day, but I haven't yet worked up the courage to do so. Here's hoping it will come to me soon.

Dave
Rhode Island