STOCKING FETISH

STOCKING FETISH

 

 

My wife asked me where my stocking fetish came from. When I was a late teenager in the 50’s, real nylon stockings had just come to the UK and all the women started wearing them. They were very expensive at the time, so women would look after them, wash them and generally treat them with great care.

I would watch my Mother take her nylons off in the evening, go out to the kitchen to wash them, then bring them into our living room and hang them in front of the fire to dry.

I could see the lights glistening and reflecting off the sheer nylon and was fascinated by it. When I was alone in the room I would sneak up to them and feel the shiny, sheer, silky fabric.

 

STOCKING FETISH
STOCKING FETISH

The neighbors were a younger couple than my parents and the husband worked quite late hours. Joan, the wife, would sit me down in her living room with a comic book and would busy herself around the house. I soon noticed that she would always be wearing seamed nylon stockings, similar to my mother and I could not help staring at them, wondering if they would have the same silky feel as mother’s. One day she caught me staring at them and asked if I had noticed a ladder in her stocking.

She was facing away from me and turned around with the top half of her body and looked down at the back of her legs. She pulled up the hem of her skirt to check out her stockings and I caught a glimpse of the thicker welt and a garter, suspender clip.

“Can you see a ladder?” she asked and I replied meekly that I couldn’t but said that I had just noticed that she was wearing the same stockings as my mother. Apparently they bought them from the same shop just around the corner from where we lived. She asked me if I liked them and did they look as nice on her as they did on my mom. In fact a short time after that, Mom asked me to go and fetch her a pair from the shop. She gave me a note about what to buy and I always remember that they were “Bear Brand fully fashioned nylons”.

Shortly after that, one afternoon when I was reading my comic book at Joan’s house and sneaking a glance at her nylons, Joan was leaving the room when she stopped and pulled up the back of her skirt to fasten a garter clip that had come undone. She struggled with it for a while and then asked if I would mind helping her.

 

STOCKING FETISH

She came over to me, stood right in front of where I was sitting, turned around and pulled up the back of her skirt and left me to fumble with the garter. This was the first time that I can clearly remember getting an erection. I had already had funny feeling when I touched my mother’s nylons when they were drying in front of the fire, but now, seeing them on Auntie Joan’s leg and actually be asked to touch them was something else.

Joan could obviously see my discomfort and asked if I was feeling OK. I mumbled something and went back to my comic book. Over the next few weeks the same thing happened again and, looking back, Joan had recognized my feelings for the nylons and was teasing me. One day she came into the room and gave me one of her nylons, which had been laddered and said it was a present, but not to tell my mom.

I snuck the nylon back to my bedroom and hid it under the mattress and every night, when the house was quiet and my parents were in bed, I would take it out and wrap it around my cock and jerk off.

STOCKING FETISH
STOCKING FETISH

Eventually we moved house and I lost touch with Joan. I called by her house one day, many years later and she was so pleased to see me. We sat chatting for a long time over a cup of tea and I mentioned the nylon incident. She remembered it well and said that she had been watching me staring at her legs for a long time and could tell I was fascinated by her stockings and had been aroused herself by it.

When I started dating girls, I would always go for the ones who wore the sheerest nylons. To sit in the back row of the cinema and feel a girl’s nylons was the ultimate pleasure for me. Just seeing a girl wearing nylons was enough to give me an erection. Some of the girls thought this was a bit weird but from time to time I would date a girl who really understood and would go out of her way to please me.

 

STOCKING FETISH
STOCKING FETISH

One such girl was my wife. By the time I was in my early twenties, seamed nylons were not in fashion but the reinforced toe and heel nylons were popular and she wore them all the time. It soon became clear to her that I had a strong stocking fetish and she would wear them in bed for me too.

Always leaving them on when she was undressing every night until we had fucked ourselves to sleep. She also loved to wrap a stocking around my cock and watch to see how hard it made me, sucking on the head through the sheer nylon and watching as the cum seeped thru the material before she took it in her mouth and swallowed.

Then pantyhose came in which had nowhere near the same attraction to me. Of course, I love to see a woman wearing the real shiny, sheer pantyhose, which look like nylons and even the lace top hold ups, which are better than nothing, but nothing is quite the same as a pair of real nylons.