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After
reading over many of the stories posted here I decided it
was time to share one of mine. I have several other stories
similar in nature that I will be happy to share depending
on the response to this one.
This
story is actually the background to another story I will
post this evening. To truly appreciate the second one -
this one should be read first. When I was around 16, I dated
a girl named Mary. She was a few years older and not the
brightest, but cute nonetheless. She had a very nice body
and an irresistible ass. She always wore skin tight jeans
- because this was after all the late 80"s.
Within
the first month of our 3 month relationship, she had invited
me over for the afternoon. She removed her sneakers and
I noticed that she had nylons on underneath her pants. Well
my immediate thought was "is she wearing pantyhose
or are they just knee highs?" Well eventually we got
to making out, I mean how could I resist this chance to
find the answer to my question. Being young and inexperienced
I wasted no time in unbuttoning her pants and attempting
to get my hands in them. I almost blew a load when I discovered
that she was in fact wearing pantyhose under her jeans -
and with no panties. Not wanting to give away my fetish
for the sweet feel of pantyhose, I made a pathetic attempt
to act like I was confused by this. She pushed back from
me a little, having noticed my reaction, and explained to
me that she always wore pantyhose under her clothes in the
winter because her blood circulation was poor to her toes
and she had to keep her legs warm - plus the support of
the pantyhose helped with blood circulation or something.
I tried to contain my excitement - and my load - knowing
that I had just found a holy grail of sorts.
Well
that afternoon ended in blue balls - as did many other dates
with Mary. And sure enough nearly every time I saw her,
there was a sweet stocking treasure beneath those tight
jeans. At that time I had really only had sex with one other
person one time so I was not great with the moves or the
experience. I was eager to screw Mary"s brains out
- but I thought I wanted a meaningful relationship and I
did not think pushing sex was the way to get it.
Eventually
at the tail end of our relationship, we had sex - and I
actually took the pantyhose off, because I did not think
I could do her with them on. Oh the inexperience. I missed
out on so much. After Mary and I broke up I started dating
a nymphomaniac that taught me everything. While my 17 year
old libido was working full time to keep up - I still fantasized
regularly about Mary, rethinking how I would redo everything
and what I would do if I ever got the chance to do it again.
The desire to just fuck the shit out of Mary in her pantyhose
was almost consuming. As my sexual experience grew - so
did the desire.
And
then finally the chance came. So please read the next story
if you would like to hear about it.
THE
END OF THIS PART- read
part 2
Author:
Anonymous
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