Fun with Pantyhose

Fun with Pantyhose by Patrick (padraig3@mailexcite.com) I first started sneaking Mom's pantyhose, wearing it for a few minutes, and replacing it way back in second or third grade, perhaps even as far back as first. It wasn't overtly sexual; I simply enjoyed the soft, pleasant feel and the look. By the time I was in fifth grade, I had been been wearing pantyhose regularly. I had learned about sex from a science book I had, and while masturbation was fun, (I called it "self-sex" to myself before learning the real term), I never connected the two things for a while. But finally, one day, it occurred to me to masturbate while wearing pantyhose. Heart thumping, I took a pair of Mom's regular brown pantyhose, as always, stuffed them into my pants, and went into the most distant bathroom in the house. I locked the door and stripped, the pantyhose falling to the floor in what I considered a deafening thud. Sitting up, with my back touching the cabinets under the sink, I slowly drew them onto my nearly hairless legs. The delicious, all-enveloping softness was charged with an electricity I had never felt before. I sat there and breathed the excitement for a bit, then finally crossed my ankles. Ahh, the sensation... of my two hosed legs touching each other down their entire length... then, for the first time, I reached in to the panties and grasped my pleasure-radiating and rock-hard cock. It's sometimes tragically easy to forget, and nearly impossible to overstate, the near insanity-producing heights of sweet sexual pleasure those first few masturbations bring... and now mine were exponentially greater because of the pantyhose. I literally saw stars, and lost awareness of my surroundings. When I came to, my chin was touching my chest, and a cold puddle of drool lay on my chest, running up to my mouth. My cock was bone-dry - I would not produce even the smallest droplet of semen for a few years. Those were the best masturbating years of my life. With never any worry of a mess to clean up, and no expectation of ever causing one (I thought only grown-up, married people produced semen), I was absolutely unhibited, and would masturbate at the drop of a hat, with no need of procuring a napkin or carefully arranging clothing before orgasm. For one class play that we were going to perform off-campus, we were dressed in Shakespearean clothing. Although my costume had knickers that went below the knee, for some reason the costume included a pair of opaque black pantyhose to wear underneath. I was dumbfounded with delight. A legitimate reason to wear pantyhose in public! As the rest of the troupe was drifting out of the building and boarding the bus, I masturbated furiously to orgasm in the locker room all alone, just me and my pantyhose. Then when I dressed, got on board and sat down, at a window seat, I pulled my knickers to well above my knees to reveal the pantyhose beneath. Then I crossed my legs. There I was, on the bus, wearing pantyhose, crossing my legs, with nobody noticing or caring! Although, truth be told, I did have my knickers annoyingly bunched up around my thighs... I had a big Shakespeare book in my bag, so I took it out, opened it, and let it rest in my lap, with the spine resting on my cock. I let the book rock left and right over my cock. Unfortunately I got so horny (remember this was sixth or seventh grade - raging hormones) that I went out of control, frantically grinding the book against my cock and sliding my hosed legs together. Finally I came right there. I do not recall what my seatmate was doing at the time : D But no one ever told on me, and nothing ever happened as a result... truly, my most outrageous masturbatory adventure ever... but I have a lot more that come close... some other time..