Note: This story is true, with very little embellishment. It starts at the beginning, and follows my life long sexual tendencies, practices, etc. I hope you find it interesting - I sure did!!
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My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50's). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and as such, always wore dresses or skirts to work. I remember that when she got home from work, she'd sit on the couch and take her stockings and high heels off, and leave them there until she went to bed.
I was fascinated with her legs, and I still remember exactly what they looked (and felt)like-she had great legs! She would hike her skirt up above the tops of her stockings, and unclip the clasps on her garter belt, and then roll her sheer nylons down her legs, placing them in her shoes. Being as young as I was, it was no big deal that I'd consistently watch her, and on occasion, even catch a glimpse up her skirt or dress.
Once in awhile, I'd run up to her to greet her, and hug her around her legs. I'd rub her stocking clad thighs until she made me stop. I'm sure that this is what hooked me! I simply loved the texture of the sheer, slick nylon on her legs, and never got enough of feeling them. She always warned me not to cause a run in her nylons, and I think that was probably why I developed a dislike of runs and snags in nylons or pantyhose, which I still hate today. An ugly run is almost as bad as NO nylons at all!
One evening, Aunt Helen fell asleep on the couch, and I did what I'd planned for quite awhile. I snuck in and grabbed her shoes and stockings, and hid with them behind a big recliner chair. I took my own shoes and socks off, and slid the sheer stockings onto my feet and up my legs. WOW!! It was like an electric charge going up my legs, to my crotch! If I didn't know better, I believe that I had my first orgasm right then, it felt that good!
Well, Aunt Helen woke up and caught me playing, and very sternly told me that I shouldn't be playing with her clothes, that boys didn't wear stockings, and that they were very expensive, and I might cause a run in them, at which point she would be very mad at me!
I KNEW they must be expensive, 'cause anything that felt THAT good, MUST be! Anyway, I didn't do it again, but I did continue to watch the leg show that my Aunt Helen provided me with until she got married and moved out - a very sad day for me!
By now, I was going to Sunday School and church every Sunday, and as you all know, back then, EVERY female older than the age of twelve wore stockings to church, which made sure that I got perfect attendance pins every year! I dearly loved all of the nylon clad leg and thigh that I was able to take in each week!
Since we lived about two blocks from the church, all of my family, aunts, uncles, cousins, stopped by for a visit after church every Sunday. I had two cousins, Becca and Sherry, both about my age, who had gained my interest - both had been wearing nylons for awhile, and I was now their favorite cousin - none of the other boys would pay any attention to them, but I always did!
We'd play hide-n-seek, tag, and lots of other games, and I'd always "help" them hide. Somehow, when I'd be covering them up, or pulling things around in front of them, my hands would always come in contact with their nyloned legs. I never tired of feeling them, and they didn't seem to be catching on, so it went on for quite awhile. Many times, I managed to slide my hand up under their dress, to their stocking tops, garter straps, and once in awhile, bare skin! But, at that time, bare skin held no fascination for me, and I was content to stay on their stockings.
Awhile later, I was in my late teens, something happened that started a new ball rolling. Sherry's family moved away, and the only ones that showed up after church, were Becca's family. Her younger brother was about the same age as mine, and they always took off and played by themselves, which left me and Bec' to amuse ourselves.
Once, she asked if we could play "Doctor Is In" and I said okay. We were in my "club house," which was in the garage, and she volunteered to be the patient first. She laid down on the floor mat, and I pretended to be the Doc.
