The Changing Room 17

This is a fully true story that happened about 10 or 12 years ago, when I was a regular wearer of pantyhose.

I'm a guy who likes to wear pantyhose. But I'm not what you would consider a cross dresser. I don't dress up in women's clothing, other than the pantyhose. While I like some of the practical benefits they provide, such as extra leg support, I have to admit, I genuinely like the fit and feel of them under my pants. The feel as they glide against the material of my pants is a great feeling to me. As I said, normally, I don't wear other items of women's clothing, but one day I passed a store that caught my eye and gave me a naughty inspiration for showing off a bit--which I also like to do.

I don't recall the name of the store. It was in the back part of a little outdoor shopping mall, and apparently specialized in dresses and outfits that a stripper might wear onstage. I couldn't resist the urge to stop in and look around. There was a youngish women working the shop who was very friendly as I walked in. She asked if she could help me and I told her I was looking for a costume I could wear next Halloween, as I wanted to dress up as a stripper (fast thinking on my part). So, I started looking through the racks to see what was available. BTW, I was dressed in a polo shirt, shorts and suntan pantyhose that day. I'm guessing she was sharp-eyed enough to notice the nylon luster from the sunlight through the windows on my legs.

I pulled out some slinky dresses as I went along and asked if I might be able to try these on.

She said, "Sure, no problem. The dressing room is right here."

She motioned toward a little room right beside the front counter with a curtain pulled across the opening. I could tell instantly that this was going to be my lucky day for a little exhibitionism, as it was obvious that the curtain wasn't well made and would be difficult to make it completely block the view from inside--as if I would want to. I took the 5 or 6 dresses and skirts into the room with me and pulled the curtain sloppily across the opening, leaving a gap of 2 or 3 inches, turned my back and immediately began taking off all my clothes, except the pantyhose. She was nearby outside, doing busy work since there was no one else in the shop. If she had wanted to watch, she would certainly have the opportunity, and maybe she was.

After I changed into the first slinky, semi-sheer dress I opened the curtain and asked how she thought it looked.

She thought it would look great on me and asked me what I as going to do for shoes (I was standing there barefoot in my pantyhose right then). I asked if she had some high-heeled shoes I might be able to wear and she went to get me a pair that would fit.

By this time I had re-entered the changing room and started to change into another outfit, so when she returned with the shoes I pulled back the curtain a little ways as I stood there wearing only my pantyhose. From outside, she would have had a pretty good full length view of my side/hips but not the full frontal. Now that she had entered the changing stall and I turned toward her to take the shoes, she could clearly see everything through the sheer pantyhose (no underwear beneath). I took the shoes and slipped my foot into one.

"This feels like it should work", I told her and re-closed the curtain, this time leaving a slightly larger gap.

Each time I would try on another dress, I would walk out and get her opinion. She was very friendly and eager to help, and seemed to take a genuine interest in seeing each of the outfits.

She enthusiastically gave her opinions each time. Also, each time I re-entered the changing room I would be just a little more careless when I pulled the curtain so that eventually I was leaving a good 12-inch gap. She could basically watch me as I took off each dress and stood there wearing nothing but a pair of suntan pantyhose, before putting on the next outfit. I wouldn't even bother pulling the curtain open when I walked out, I just left the foot-wide gap and came and went through it.

At one point I was wearing a mostly sheer long dress with a slit that came to my waist. The pantyhose I was wearing weren't sheer-to-waist. Even though the 'panty brief' at top was mostly sheer, it was darker and slightly less see-through. So I asked her if she thought it would be a problem wearing pantyhose like these, or if I should buy a pair of sheer-to-waist hose to go with an outfit like this? As I asked this, I pulled the front of the dress sideways once or twice to fully reveal what was behind the skirt slit and she could plainly see my shaved pubic area and penis through the pantyhose. She thought it would be best to wear some sheer-to-waist if I had them, but wouldn't be a big deal if I didn't.

I had been walking around the shop while dressed in these sexy stripper outfits and feeling the breeze swish through the thin material as I pulled a few more options off the racks to take back into the changing room. She had gotten engaged enough in the situation to have begun going and finding other options to take the place of ones that I had told her wouldn't fit. By now, I was basically changing in and out of these outfits with no curtain separating me from her out in the shop. She would bring me outfits, I would agonize a few minutes over it, and she would disappear into the back room that held more racks of outfits.

One time, when I had run out of outfits and she was in the back room looking, I just walked out of the changing room wearing just the heels and a see-through mini-skirt/top combo to the back room where she was still searching for another outfit. When she pulled one out I asked her if I could just change right here since no one else was in the shop and she'd already seen me wearing only pantyhose.

She said, "Sure", so I dropped the skirt/top outfit and stepped out of it right in front of her.

So there I am, standing in the back room of this shop, next to this cute little shop owner, wearing nothing but a pair of suntan pantyhose and high heels.

Needless to say, this was beginning to get me pretty hot.

She handed me the next dress and I stepped in and slid it up my thighs and over my shoulders. It was too tight through the top so I took it off and was again wearing only hose and heels while she and I searched through the racks for more options. At this point, I was losing interest in putting on more dresses and was more focused on the fact that my penis was bulging very significantly against my pantyhose. I mentioned to her that this was starting to get to me and maybe I ought to come back another time to pick out an outfit. I was secretly hoping that she might make some sort of overture at that point, but my luck wasn't quite THAT good this day--although she seemed to take the fact of my growing bulge very much in stride. As her gaze casually lowered down over my lower half, I couldn't help but notice a very slight grin come across her lips. This, of course, caused my penis to strain all the more against the tight nylon covering my lower body.

I lingered there for a few minutes making some small talk and keeping myself turned so she could see the full frontal of me. I guess my excited brain was hoping for some sort of overture from her... a risque comment, maybe a casual rub against my body that lingered an extra moment... something.

But there was nothing more than a friendly little chat from this women, in this truly surreal scene: a fully clothed pet woman standing in a shop chatting with a man wearing nothing more than a pair of suntan pantyhose and high heel shoes!

If this wasn't going anywhere, I needed to get out of there before I sported a truly full fledged hard-on and risked a premature eruption right there in front of her. As it was, my dick was nearly fully erect and pushing the nylon out several inches in front of me.

I walked back out through the front half of the shop still wearing only pantyhose and heels to the changing room where I reluctantly put my clothes back on. I thanked her very much as I made my way out of the shop, saying I would stop back in later to finish choosing something. Then I made my way out to my car, which fortunately was parked near the back of a large lot. As soon as I got in, my pants and pantyhose were quickly pulled down and my hand wrapped around my rock hard penis. It took less than a minute or two before I literally filled a paper towel that I'd left in my car previously. The climax left me shuddering for several minutes afterwards.

POSTSCRIPT: The following week I was in the area again and decided to stop back into the shop for a possible reprise of the previous experience.

The woman was there again and she greeted me warmly.

However, she told me that if I tried on any outfits, I had to stay in the changing room this time. Apparently, there had been someone walking by outside while I was out of the changing room in my nearly nude state and had complained to the police, who had paid her a visit and told her to make sure no repeat performances would occur.

After the previous visit, this severely curtailed what I had been looking forward to this time around. I tried on a few outfits, and then told her I was re-thinking my costume choice. Since I had a few months until Halloween I was going to wait until closer to the time, but would be back again if I decided to go with it.

The previous encounter was an INCREDIBLY sexy experience, but alas was to be one-of-a kind.