Before you read my story below, you should know that I have a pantyhose fetish. I have somewhat close to 30 pairs so far, but there is one pair of tights that is standing out.
I grew up with an amazing friend whose mom is a Literature Teacher at the highschool we both went. Since I was young, by the time I developed a nylon fetish, I started to notice how often my friend’s mom wears tights. I guess it was obvious, since she is a teacher, as teachers like to wear tights. But she wears mostly colored tights and it’s impossible not to notice her legs. And yes, the legs are the place where my eyes go whenever I see her. So, one day, in the summer before the 12th grade, she and her husband went to The Philippines and my friend invited me over to watch movies, drink beer, play games, whatever. Then, a little later he gets hungry so he goes downstairs to eat. And that was the perfect moment for me. I jumped from the couch and headed straight to her room, searching for a place where she would store her tights. I imagined she would have a drawer so I started to look into every single one until, after 4 drawers, the holy grail revealed itself: a drawer full of tights, black ones, n*** ones, but mostly coloured ones. I started to look at each individual pair, checking for any runs, tears or holes. I knew I had to act fast though, so I found a turquoise pair that was in pretty good condition. Whithout a second thought, I grabbed the pair of tights, I closed the drawer like nothing happened and rushed for my backpack, where I safely put the tights. My heart was racing, it felt like I ran for miles, my legs were weak, my breathing was heavy and my head hurt. It was the first time I stole a pair of pantyhose. And they were special, because they belonged to a person which I really admired for wearing tights almost everyday. So after a couple of minutes my friend returns and everything was fine. But that’s not all. 2 or 3 hours later his grandma comes upstairs and lays in a basket 4 pairs of brand new tights for my friend’s mom : 3 n***, 12 den and one which was dark green, 50 den. You can imagine what happened when my friend left the room even for a couple of seconds: I rushed to that basket and I grabbed one of the three pairs of n*** tights, then rushed back to my backpack. The same exact feeling I had earlier returned, But I calmed down fast. I couldn’t take my mind off the fact that I own one pair of tights that a teacher wore multiple times in her life and one pair of fresh, brand new tights. When the time to leave their housd came, I made sure i still had the tights and then returned home with a big smile and a hard d***. I quickly jumped out of my clothes and tried on the tights. I took the turquoise ones out of the backpack, I rolled them on my fingers and the second I put them on, my c*** went sky high. I couldn’t contain my excitement, I was so happy, yet so h****. I pulled the tights all the way up to the waist and I started rubbing my d*** while touching my nylon encased legs, the way they felt on me was heavenly. After touching myself for a couple of minutes, I pulled down the turquoise tights and reached for the other pair. One of the best feelings in the world is to open a pack of new tights. So I gently opened the package and with every sound of the cardboard moving or the plastic crackling, my c*** would get harder and harder until I couldn’t take it anymore. I took the pantyhose out of the box and attentively rolled them on my fingers so I would not tear them. I started with the toes, up to the heel then higher for the ankle, finally to reach the thighs and the waist. They were smooth, glossy, their transparence was something new to me, I knew I had to be very careful with them. I started stroking myself, caress my legs and lick my toes, the taste of my sweaty feet and new nylons was so much, my d*** could not take it any more and it ended in a fountain of c** coming out of my c***. Sadly, weeks later, the pantyhose got cought in a zipper, leading to their total destruction. I still have the original package though, I could never throw away such a treasured memory.
This is my story about how I stole two pairs of tights from my teacher (who is also my best friend’s mom). The way she is wearing tights makes my d*** go crazy, I love how she matches her outfits with her tights. During her classes I used to daydream about how much I would enjoy rubbing my erect c*** against her s***, nylon coverd legs or how I would s*** her pantyhosed toes and lick her soles and legs. I still have these kinds of thoughts whenever I see her and I wish she would feel for me the same way I feel for her.
I can’t wait until she and her husband leave for another country so I can get another pair of her many pairs of tights.