All characters in this story are over 18 years old.
Do you pay extra close attention whenever you see a pantyhose commercial on TV? Do you secretly look at the legs on a package of pantyhose in stores or take an extra long glance at ads in magazines showing nice legs covered in nylon? Does your heartbeat a little faster and your dick begin to twitch when you see a woman pulling up stockings or pantyhose on her long slender legs in a movie or on TV? How about when you are out in public, do you immediately notice a great pair of legs in hosiery? Do you watch a woman when she sits down in a skirt knowing her skirt will likely rise up even higher giving you a great view of more of her legs or, even better, all the way up her skirt? Maybe you have some favorite pantyhose websites you like to visit. If this is you, keep reading this story.
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I developed a fetish for pantyhose when I was 18 years old in my senior year of high school. The teachers always sat us alphabetically and I seemed to get a seat in the front of the room most of the time, right in the middle of the classroom or close to it. The bad part was I tended to be right in front of the teacher. The good part was that I could glance back at the rest of my classmates and get a great view of whatever girl was wearing a skirt. Being a normal, horny teenager whose hormones were in overdrive, I began to get an especially big thrill out of sneaking a peek up a girl's skirt at their panties. It was a voyeuristic game I played everyday in school. At some point during the year, I got a look up just about every girl's dress in my class. I think one of my teacher's caught on to what I was doing because he made a comment on my seemingly inability to keep my pens on my desk without dropping them. Picking up an item from the floor became my way of getting a better look at whatever panties were on display that day.
Some girls had better legs than others, of course and there was one particular girl, Katey, that played on the volleyball team who was taller than the rest of the girls. She had the best and longest legs of any girl in school and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. She liked to wear particularly short skirts that showed off plenty of her long, lean, legs that had just the right amount of firmness and muscle definition. I was kind of a geek in high school, tall, lanky, with glasses and didn't know how to talk to members of the opposite sex. All I could do was fantasize about Katey. What I didn't realize was that I was not only attracted to Katey's long legs but it was the fact that she always wore pantyhose.
Her pantyhose gave her legs a uniform, consistent look about them. Being from the northeast, a girl's legs can get extremely pale in the winter, spring and fall and the pantyhose made them look tan all year long. There was also something about how the way the fluorescent lights made her panthyhose glimmer ever so slightly. It made them look so soft and silky that I had a deep desire to touch them.
When I would dream about Katey, I would imagine what it would be like to touch her long legs and run my hands over them from her feet up to her thighs. I worshipped her legs but I had to fight the urge to stare at them. Even when we weren't in class, I would try to get a seat in the cafeteria so I could see her and sneak a quick glance over at her. It might sound a little weird, but I would also try to follow behind her when going up the stairs, hoping to get a peek at her pantyhose and hose covered ass. I was in Nirvana when, on those rare occasions, I would time my movements just right and I'd be able to see the entire length of the back of her legs right up to her ass. I actually tripped on the stairs one time when I got a view of her backside when she was wearing a thong. All of her gorgeous, tight ass was within my view and I lost my footing. Everyone laughed at me when I fell, including Katey. While it was embarrassing, I still have fond memories of her ass underneath her skirt. It was worth the total embarrassment I felt that day. The seed of my life-long fetish had sprouted roots.
Even though I had strong feelings for Katey, I was too shy to approach her and ask her for a date. Oh, we had casual conversations about school but I couldn't find the courage to ask her out. I think she knew I had a huge crush on her but she was a popular, beautiful athlete and had her pick of guys to date so I figured I had no chance with her at all. I was left to admire her from afar.
Then one day, we were given an assignment in social studies class and Katey and I were picked to work as a team on a report. My heart almost exploded with joy when I heard we were chosen to work together but I also got extremely nervous. I had admired her from afar for so long, I would get tongue-tied whenever I was near her. Part of me was afraid to be around her. What if I got a boner while we were working on the report together? What if she caught me looking up her skirt? She'd think I was some kind of a pervert. The mixed emotions were killing me. I got even more nervous when Katey asked me to come over to her house one evening after school to work on the report together. I immediately said yes and also thought this was my chance to be alone with her. Maybe I'd confess my love for her and she'd tell me she had a crush on me too. Then my lack of confidence would take over, there was no way Katey wanted anything to do with me other than to help her get an "A" on the report.
The evening I was supposed to meet at Katey's house was a nerve wracking experience for me. I was anxious, scared and excited to spend an evening alone with my high school crush. Even if it was a one-sided affair, I'd still be alone with her for a couple of hours. When she answered the door, she was wearing the same pleated mini skirt with pantyhose underneath that she wore at school that day. As hard as I tried, I was never able to see entirely up her skirt during class but I was hoping for an opportunity that evening. She greeted me at the door with a big smile, my goodness she was beautiful, I almost passed out from being so nervous. She quickly introduced me to her parents and led me down to the finished basement where they had a study area for her to do her homework.
We quickly went to work using Google to find a series of articles we could use for our report. We were sitting right next to each other and I could barely concentrate because I had never been so close to Katey. She smelled wonderful from her body wash or perfume and I kept gazing down at her gorgeous thighs. I had to keep focused on the computer screen because I was starting to get an erection just from being near her. I began to relax during the hour we spent researching articles on the Internet and that's when she suggested we take a break and grab some snacks her mother had prepared.
To be honest, I wanted to get the assignment at least mostly completed but I would have done anything Katey suggested. I was happy just to be around her. As I followed her up the stairs to the kitchen, I couldn't help staring at the back of her pantyhosed covered legs from her heels all the way up to her thighs. Her pleated skirt was swaying back and forth across her ass. I slowed down a little, praying to get a peek up her skirt and just then my prayers were answered as she dropped her pen and bent over to pick it up. I got the surprise of my young life when I noticed she wasn't wearing panties underneath her hose and her nylon covered ass was inches from my face. I had to fight off the urge to grab her and squeeze her luscious butt cheeks.
My unexpected upskirt shot didn't last long but the vision of her butt will forever be burned into my memory. Her ass was so tight and round, just as I had imagined. It's a good thing my shirt was untucked because I got a full blown hard on but my shirt tail didn't cover the entire lump in my pants and I was petrified Katy, or worse, her parents would notice my predicament. Fortunately, we were able to grab a Pepsi and some cookies and head back downstairs before anyone noticed my erection. Katey and I went back to work and finished the outline of the report before she said she was tired. I was disappointed that I couldn't keep looking at her lovely legs any longer.