2 comments/ 92599 views/ 14 favorites How Pantyhose Brought Us Together By: PantyhoseFan I have a pantyhose fetish. There, I've said it. I've never flat out told this to anyone before. You mention any type, color, or style of pantyhose, and I've got it. And more than one pair of them too. I've loved pantyhose as long as I can remember. I like how sexy they are on me. I like how they feel against my skin. I love the variety of what you can find. I have red, green, purple, leopard, and fishnets. I have bodystockings, pantyhose, thigh highs, and knee-highs, and different styles in each. Like I said, you name it, I've got it. My name is Keri, and I have a pantyhose fetish. Now, you might be asking what I do with all of my pantyhose. Well, just about everything. However, I have at least two pairs of every one. I have a pair that I don't use on a regular basis. They are like my backup pair. I keep them neatly stashed away in a lockable container, all organized by type. Then I have the pair that I do use. I also keep these neat as well, and organized, but used. With some of them, I have even more. The ones I have extra off tend to be my playthings. They are for other uses. You see, when I got my first bodystocking, I fell even further in love with pantyhose. I loved how it felt all over my body. That is when I discovered an alternate use for pantyhose. You take a regular pair of pantyhose, and by cutting a few holes, you can wear them as shirts. Then I take your basic knee or thigh high, and put that over my head like you sometimes see robbers do. It's a remarkable sensation that you have to try sometime. The feeling of pantyhose rubbing against my 34D breasts is something that cannot be explained. I even found a site dedicated to this stuff...I immediately became a member. Now why am I telling you all of this? Well, I have one problem. I often feel alone when it comes to this. I want to tell people about my fetish, but am afraid that people will hate me when I tell them. So I've come to you, in hopes that someone out there understand what I'm going through. Someone who enjoys pantyhose like I do, whether you be male or female. Write to me and tell me about your pantyhose experiences. Like I am about to do for you now. Only once has anyone ever learned about my fascination with pantyhose. I know, I mentioned earlier that I've never told anyone before. Well this is a bit different. I didn't tell this person, they learned about it. Her name was Cindy. She is the only person I've met who actually loves pantyhose as much as I do, and it was a chance encounter. It was at a bar called Logans. I was at the bar, drinking a Bud Light, when she approached. Now, I must tell you what I was wearing. I was wearing a long-sleeve red dress, one that showed no cleavage at all. Why you ask, especially how easy it is to pick up men by showing cleavage? Well, instead of a bra, I was wearing a pair of altered black pantyhose. I had cut out a hole around the crotch, and cut off the feet. It was one of those pairs I altered so I could wear it out in public, without anyone knowing. That is why my dress didn't show cleavage. I also was wearing black pantyhose the normal way down below, and yes, they were crotchless. When she approached, the first thing I noticed, can you guess, were her pantyhose. She had on a dark blue pair. Imagine my surprise when I saw the same exact dress on her. For an instant, I imagined that it was for the same reason I was, but quickly dismissed that thought. When she got to the bar, she ordered a drink, looked at me, and whistled. "Didn't think I would see someone else wearing my dress, and looking so good in it too." I smiled, and thanked her. That was when she did it. She pulled up a stool, and placed a hand on my knee. I looked down, and back up with a look of question. Boy, how my plans changed with that one move. "Can I buy you another drink?" she asked. Unable to think properly, I nodded yes. Pretty soon we were on the floor dancing. Then it happened. All I could gather was that she felt the seam where I had cut into the pantyhose. She ran her hand along my back, and stopped. She gave me a look, than pulled me to the side of the room. Without anyone seeing, she pulled the front of my dress forward and looked down. When she saw what was underneath, she let go of my dress, leaned over to me and whispered, "How about we leave this joint?" My jaw dropped. Not only was she interested in me, she also wasn't disgusted by my choice for an undergarment. When we got outside, I asked where she wanted to go. She pushed me against the wall, kissed me, and said, "Your place." We left immediately, hand in hand. I lived only a few blocks away. From the time those two words were mentioned till the time we got inside and locked the door, nothing else was said. Before I had even finished locking the door, she was already behind me unzipping my dress. As soon as it was unzipped enough, I rested a hand on her shoulder as she helped me out of it. I had her turn around and I unzipped her dress. I was a bit disappointed that she didn't have the same thing on underneath, but she did have an interesting bra. I was like any other bra, but it was made out of nylon. I've seen them before on the net, but haven't found a way to get one outside of using the net. Normally, I would have bought one right away, but I didn't that time. Don't remember why though. Well, she wanted to play right away, but I wouldn't let her. I took her hand and led her into my bedroom. Sitting her on my bed, I went into my closet. I took off the makeshift shirt I had on, and switched it with a pair of pantyhose that didn't have the feet cut off. I came back out to find her lying on my bed like she lived here. She sat back up as I moved over to her. Without saying a word, I placed my hands on her cheeks and kissed her. And yes, there was some serious tongue action. When we finally broke that off, she scooted further onto the bed as I got up there with her. She lay down as I began to explore her body. I could tell she also enjoyed the feeling of nylon on her skin as my hands ran down her body. As I began to explore her breasts (later discovered to also be 34D's), she began to lightly moan. She did this every once in a while as I massaged her nipples through her bra, and as I moistened it running my tongue over every inch of her breasts. Even while I nibbled her nipples a bit, she continued to moan. Then I moved down. As my hands ran along her belly, I felt a small shudder from her body. Using my nylon covered finger to part her belly button a bit (an innie I might add), I carefully sucked on her belly a bit. Then I moved down. Now mind you, this is the first time I have ever been with another female. I have enjoyed looking at other females online, but hadn't really come to the conclusion that I wanted to experience it yet. But my love of pantyhose, and meeting someone else who shared that love, overcame any inhibitions I might have had. When I came to her pussy, her pantyhose had already developed a wet spot around her pussy. So, I decided to add to the wet spot by getting my first taste of another woman. My initial taste was very sweet, and only encouraged me to taste more. I didn't even bother pulling her pantyhose down, I just forcefully stretched them enough to insert the very tips of my fingers barely inside her lips. I wasn't able to keep them there long, as it took too much pressure. Instead, I began to massage her clit through her pantyhose. Her moans became louder as I moved faster. Pretty soon I heard, "I'm going to cum." Still massaging her clit, I attached my mouth around her pussy, the nylon the only thing between my mouth and her lips. As I began to suck on her pussy, I began to feel something wet soaking through the nylon. I caused her to orgasm. As I sucked up as much as I could, I continued to work her clit. All the while, she is letting out some very deep moans, along with the words, "Oh, Keri." After about 30-40 seconds, she stopped cumming. I didn't want her too do so, but she removed her pantyhose, then proceeded to lick the crotch herself, obviously trying to taste as much as she could. Not only had a found someone with a love of pantyhose, but also someone who also enjoyed the taste of their own cum. Everyone I had ever had sex with would always insist on giving oral before sex, as the didn't want to taste their cum if we did it after sex. And I've only orgasmed once outside of masturbation and that person had this thing where they immediately would clean himself off after sex. So I have tasted myself before, but only by licking my fingers or whatever toy I'm using for self-gratification. When she finished with this, I helped her put her pantyhose back on, with a large wet circle around her pussy, and we fell to the bed wrapped in each other's arms, kissing. We laid there in each other's arms for about ten minutes, doing nothing but kissing and rubbing our bodies against each other. At this point, I decided to show her my collection. Taking her hand, I pulled her off of my bed. With her head against my shoulder, and my arm around her, I walked her into my closet. Letting go of her, I grabbed a key hanging next to the door and unlocked one of the large chests I had in one corner (I have a good sized walk-in closet). Opening the chest, I motioned for her to come over. When she knelt beside me, she just gasped. Reaching out, she ran her hand over the top drawer, touching each pair of pantyhose that I had. As she explored that chest, I opened my other one, the chest containing the pairs that I use regularly. I looked to her and said, "Name a color." "Umm, red." I pulled out one drawer and found several pairs and shades of red pantyhose and stockings. She was amazed. "Okay, how about yellow?" I pushed in that drawer and pulled out another. "Okay, how about multicolored?" She was enjoying this. I pushed in that drawer and went down about three. Pulling that one out, I showed her my different styled pantyhose. I have various different animal styles, along with non-animal styles. Holding up a finger, I pulled out a leopard bodystocking that I had. Her eyes went wide open. Then, without even removing what I already had on, I went ahead and put it on. The pantyhose I was already wearing made it a bit darker, but at first glance, you couldn't tell I was wearing anything underneath. The only thing that gave away that fact was my hands, which were still encased in pantyhose. While doing this, she looked further through my collection, and found a spiderweb bodystocking. As I finished putting on the leopard pair, I told her to go ahead and put the spiderweb pair on. As she began to remove what she was wearing, I stopped her and told her to leave them on. While she put on the bodystocking, I grabbed a large shoebox that was off to the side. The shoebox contained the stuff that I had stretched a bit, for instance stockings that I had stretched to fit over my head. I grabbed a pair of nude knee-highs and closed the box. Pushing the drawers back in, I waited for her to finish dressing. When she finished, I began to put one of the knee-highs over her head like a mask, and than did the same to myself. Now the bodystockings that we were wearing were both crotchless. The one I was wearing only exposed the hands and everything from the neck up. The pair Cindy was wearing did the same, but it went below the neck, so it exposed a bit more. But considering what else I was wearing, only my neck and pussy were exposed. Her hands, neck, and a little bit of her chest were exposed. I could tell that she had never tried a mask before, as she seemed to look a bit uncomfortable wearing it. It can be at first, but if you really like pantyhose, you eventually grow to like it and even to love it. At this point, she seemed to be exploring things, as she ran her hands over her body. She stuck out her tongue a few times, examining how it felt against the pantyhose. Her face was a bit distorted, and her eyes were partially open. I leaned over and as she was sticking her tongue out, I did the same and rubbed my tongue against hers. It is a weird sensation, as you can't actually feel the juices like you normally do without the masks, but it is also an exciting sensation for some...like me. As I moved closer, I put my hands on her cheeks and fully kissed her. While kissing her, I ran my hands over her body, especially over her breasts. She seemed to like it, as her kiss became more passionate. She began doing the same to me, exploring the feeling of everything with pantyhose. As I laid her down on the closet floor, I got on top of her and used one leg to split her legs. I then placed my legs around one of her thighs, all while continuing to kiss her. When we broke the kiss, I moved down and began giving her light kisses from her neck to her breasts. As I was further exploring her chest, I felt her stretch a bit. I glanced up and watched as she reached for a conveniently placed strap-on. I'm not sure what it was doing there, as I am not usually a messy person. I must have forgotten to put it away after use one day. Now you might be asking why I have a strap-on, considering I've never been with a woman before. Well, I once had a boyfriend who enjoyed anal sex, both giving and receiving, so I bought one. When she finally grabbed the strap-on, I smiled and helped her put it on. As I lay down, I spread my legs invitingly. If you don't know what is going to happen next, than you are either an idiot, or have some form of amnesia. Cindy crawled over to me, and sitting on her knees, she spit into her hands and began lubing the dildo with her spit. Once she had it good and ready, she lifted my legs up and under her arms. Pulling me closer to her, she then began to slap my pussy with the dildo, before gently pushing it a bit inside. Then without warning, she rammed all 6 inches into me. Most guys aren't that quick, so it caught me a bit off guard. Resting there for a second, she took my right leg and began to kiss it from my knee up to my foot. Sucking on my big toe for a few seconds, she then gripped my legs and proceeded to fuck me. She didn't do it hard like the insertion, but she was fast, and good. Every once in a while, she would skillfully twist my body to one side while twisting her body to the other side, causing the dildo to twist in my pussy. It felt wonderful. She would then fuck me some more, than twist again. After the third twist, my hands tried their hardest to grip the floor as I violently orgasmed. I let out a loud "OH MY GOD!" while my body began to pulse, and my pussy just let it all flow. I don't ever recall orgasming like that before, and it provided me with one more reason to try and hold onto Cindy as long as I could. I'm not exactly sure how long it lasted, and seem to recall Cindy leaning forward and kissing me. I even recall Cindy not even bothering to pull out the dildo. I just flowed around it. When I finally finished, and my body went still, Cindy pulled out. She then got into a sixty-nine position, and began cleaning up down there. While doing this, I began to give the dildo oral, cleaning it up for the next use. And yes, I tasted myself, but I've done that before, so it wasn't anything new. I enjoyed my own taste. And yes, I had to do this while still wearing a mask. So I had to basically stick my tongue out and run it along the dildo, trying to lap up whatever I could. It makes it a bit harder. When we finished, we took off the masks and strap-on, and placed them to the side. I then asked her "Would you like to stay the night?" She didn't think about it a second, as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the bed. As we laid down for the rest of night, we weren't planning on sleeping at all. We didn't take long before we started up again, this time doing something different. I began to realize that I finally found that person I've always been looking for, and I was told later that she felt the same way. I had introduced her to a new side of pantyhose, and she had introduced me to a new kind of partner. About a month later we moved in with each other. We shared our collections with each other, and it was a long time before a day or night went by without us doing something together, and it was because of a very logical reason. We had just been on a plane for most of the day, on our way to our honeymoon, and we were too pooped out to do anything more than cuddle in our hotel room. This was almost a year and a half after we met, and thankfully, our families fully supported our lifestyle choices. That is the end of this story. Maybe, if you keep a lookout, you might find something else about our pantyhose enriched lives together. How Pantyhose Brought Us Together Ch. 02 Hello again. Keri here. Well, I thought I would write another story about my life with Cindy. At the end of my last story, I told you that Cindy and I had gotten married. The night when we arrived at our honeymoon was the first night we hadn’t done anything more than cuddle since we first met. For our honeymoon, we took a trip to Europe. We traveled around to a few places like Paris, Rome, London, and Madrid. I’ve always wanted to visit Europe, and to get to go with Cindy was just spectacular. In fact, when nobody was around, Cindy took a few photos of me covered in pantyhose at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I then got a few photos of her. We finished it with one photo of both of us, using the timer on the camera. We got our clothes back on and the pantyhose masks removed about 10 seconds before a family got up there. Ah, the memories. We have the photo of both of us hanging in our bedroom. But I’m not here to talk about our honeymoon. I’m here to talk about something that happened about two months after that. Before I go into what happened, I need to explain a few things. Every morning for the past year, we’ve gone down to a coffee shop that is a block from my apartment, which is where we both live now. About five months ago, a girl started working there. She was beautiful. Not as beautiful as Cindy mind you, but still beautiful. We made a bet soon after she started working there over what her bra size was. Cindy guessed 36C, and I guessed 34C. She had a slim waist, and her hips weren’t too large for her body. She was almost a perfect hourglass figure. We quickly noticed what tables she usually waited on, and we started sitting there every day, even if she wasn’t working that day. Her name was Lila. It’s pronounced Lie-la. It wasn’t long before we all became “coffee friends”. She sometimes would join us when she wasn’t working, though we rarely saw her outside of the coffee shop. When Lila wasn’t working at the shop, she was often substituting at local schools. She wants to be an elementary school teacher, and is just waiting for an opening. The one thing we couldn’t help but notice was the frequency at which she would wear a short skirt and pantyhose. Usually black pantyhose, but sometimes she would wear something different. Now back to the rest of the story. It was June 27th. As usual, Cindy and I went down to the coffee shop at around 8:30 in the morning. We sat down and hoped that Lila would show up, working or not. She walked in around 8:40 and joined us at the table. “Hello Lila” I said. She was wearing a blue silk blouse, a black skirt that went down to just above the knees, and black pantyhose. She was wearing normal tennis shoes, but probably had some high heels in her purse. I was wearing a skirt too, but it was a bit longer than Lila’s. Cindy, on the other hand, was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. We both had on bras, but no underwear. Instead we were wearing pantyhose, and we both were wearing tennis shoes. “Hi Keri. Hi Cindy. Great day out isn’t it.” She sat down opposite us. She knows that we are lesbians, and was even at our wedding. Thankfully, she accepts us just the same. “It is. I woke up this morning and found that some of the bird eggs in that nest outside our window had hatched. I woke up Keri and got a few pictures. It was sooooo cute.” commented Cindy. She handed the digital camera over to Lila so she could see the photos. “Ahhhh, they’re so cute. Be careful though. If you pester too much, the mother may not come back to take care of them.” Lila loves animals, and is quite knowledgeable about many of them. Her house is probably a zoo, as she has shown us pictures of her two cats, her dog, her bird, her two guinea pigs, and her turtle. At this point Josh walked up to take our order. As we gave the order, Cindy began to massage my leg under the table. Josh then went back to process the order. Lila spoke up. “Well, I have an interview this afternoon. A fourth grade teacher over at Ellis Elementary has decided to retire, and there is an opening. I’ve substituted a few times at that school, so the principal knows me, and how much the kids love me.” “Great. That should make it a bit easier for them to hire you. Do you know how much it might pay?” I asked. “No, not yet. But from what I’m to understand, the pay for a first year teacher is pretty good compared to some places in this state.” Cindy was running her hand along my leg, squeezing every so often. It took some effort not to display reactions. However, what happened next was what caught me off guard. All of a sudden, I felt a foot running up the inside of my right leg. I could tell it wasn’t Cindy. When I looked across at Lila, she has a smile on her face. I couldn’t believe it. Lila was flirting with me. She knows Cindy and I were married, yet she was still doing this. Her foot kept going up and down my right leg, and then it went to my left leg. I’m not sure if Cindy knew what was going on, or if anyone else in the shop could see it. With the one hand I had under the table, I grabbed Cindy’s hand and squeezed, pulling it away from my leg, signaling her to stop. Unable to resist, I slipped my right foot out of my shoe and lifted my leg up and across to rub Lila’s leg. Cindy began talking about something related to teacher pay in the nation. She usually gets animated about this kind of stuff. All the while, Lila and I were playing footsie. I reached under with both hands, grabbed her foot and began to massage it. Josh returned at this point with our orders, and then left again. “…and it just pisses me off! My mother….” Cindy was still talking as I pushed my foot past Lila’s knee and between her legs. The booths are pretty small in the shop, so I was able to reach my foot out and rest it on Lila’s pussy. I saw a slight reaction in her face as she tensed up a bit. I began to pull away, worried I had gone to far when she scooted forward, pushing her pussy against my foot again. Not wanting to disappoint, I pulled her foot forward a bit, into my skirt and up against my pussy. “…goes to show how poorly educators…” Cindy continued to talk as Lila and I began to massage each other’s pussies with our feet. Not sure about Lila’s, but I know that mine was beginning to get a bit wet. Grabbing Cindy’s left hand, I quickly pulled it down under the table. I kept a hold on Lila’s foot with my left hand as I brought Cindy’s hand down to feel Lila’s foot between my legs. Looking at Cindy, I gave her a look that sort of said “Check this out.” Both of us looked again at Lila, who just smiled back. Asking her why, we found out what the cause behind this was. “I just broke up with David. We just didn’t get along. I thought I would try something else.” She smiled as she said this, and I felt a bit more force on my pussy too. I pulled my foot away from her pussy as I pushed hers away from mine. I think she was a bit disappointed. Sitting there quietly for a few minutes, we ate our muffins and drank our coffee. Lila insisted on paying the bill for all of us, despite our objections. As the three of us went outside, Lila began to say goodbye. I stopped her midsentence and hooked my arm around hers. Cindy and I then walked Lila back to our place. She didn’t resist. When we got back to our place, I took Lila over to the couch as Cindy locked the front door. When Cindy came over, she sat on the other side of Lila. “Is everything all right Lila?” I asked. “You guys aren’t upset at me or anything are you?” she asked. I could detect a slight hesitancy in her voice. “No, we aren’t. We just were sort of surprised by all this. We didn’t take you to be interested at all.” Cindy responded as she took hold of Lila’s right hand. “You want something to drink?” “Some water will be fine thank you.” Cindy got up and went to the kitchen. “I guess I was feeling a bit down because of David. You guys have been good friends to me. I’m not sure why I began to rub your leg Keri, it just sort of happened. I don’t know what came over me.” She seemed like she was about to start crying. I wasn’t paying attention to what was around me because I suddenly heard a glass being placed on the coffee table, and looked up to see Cindy sitting down. Only she wasn’t wearing the jeans and t-shirt anymore. She just had on her pantyhose and bra. I gave her a scowl, and was about to say something when Lila looked up. “Oh my!” I was about to apologize and yell at Cindy when Lila reached over and began to rub her hand along Cindy’s leg. “You look amazing.” “Thank you.” Cindy replied. “You know, you don’t look half bad yourself.” Lila blushed. I was flabbergasted. I thought Lila would suddenly back off after seeing this, but she let go of my hand to explore Cindy with both hands. She looked up quizzingly at Cindy as she got close to her breasts. With a nod from Cindy, she began to explore some more. Cindy made it easier for her by unhooking and removing her bra. Lila gasped, and then smiled as she began to massage Cindy’s breasts, exploring every inch of them. At this point, I was getting turned on, and couldn’t sit there and watch anymore. So I reached over and placed my hands on Lila’s shoulders. As I leaned over to kiss her neck, my hands ran down the side of her body to her hips. Her head leaned to one side, exposing her neck further for me as my hands ran over her skirt. I pulled her skirt up, running my legs along her pantyhosed legs. As I got to closer to her pussy, I felt her legs spread open a bit further. I searched around and found the zipper to her skirt. Unzipping it, I pulled it down. Lila was nice enough to help out by lifting her ass for me so I could get it completely off. Getting off the couch, I kneeled between her legs, pushing her knees apart a bit further. Running my hands up her legs, I got to her crotch. She was wearing a pair of pink panties underneath her black pantyhose. I traced the outline of her panties with my fingers from her waist down to her pussy. I felt a slight shudder from Lila as I finally touched her pussy. I looked up to see Cindy helping Lila unbutton her blouse. Running my hands along her thighs, I watched as her blouse was opened to reveal a pink satin bra encasing her breasts. As the blouse was taken off, Lila unhooks the clamp between her breasts, taking off her bra. Cindy can’t help but look at the tag, which reads 34C. I smiled at Cindy, as she realized I won the bet. Lila’s breasts are perfect, as should be expected based on the rest of her body. There was no sag at all. I got back to her pussy, leaving Cindy and Lila to what they were doing. Reaching up, I pulled her pantyhose forward a bit and reached down them to push aside her panties. Letting go of the pantyhose, I began to explore her pussy through them. Placing my thumb over her clit, I gently began rubbing my thumb in a circular motion over it. I reached around her leg with my other arm and continued to rub my hand up and down her outer thighs. With my tongue, I gently began licking my way from her knees up to her pussy, and back down to the other knee. After a few times with this, I ran my tongue around her pussy, before beginning to flick my tongue across it. I love the feeling of pantyhose across my tongue. After a few minutes, I began to smell the faint scent of her womanly juices, and clamped my mouth over her pussy for further stimulation. With continual sucking and running of my tongue over her pussy, I quickly began to taste the juices as they trickled out. A few minutes later, I felt a shudder as her body began to orgasm. And boy did it orgasm. She must have been shaking for about a minute, and when I say shake, I mean her whole body was shaking. I was hearing moans and squeals from up above, but was tuning it out. I stayed focused on my sucking, never once removing my mouth. Her pantyhose became as soaked as possible, but I was loving it. The taste was sweet as honey. As the shaking subsided, her pussy had already stopped flowing, and was letting trickles out here and there. I looked up after lifting my head and noticed her eyes were closed. It must have been some orgasm, because she was out for five minutes. Cindy and I took this time to talk, and we decided to go full force. We rushed to our bedroom, and pulled out our collections. Quickly getting on make-shift pantyhose shirts and masks, we went back into the living room and sat on the couch next to Lila. We made it just before she woke up. “That was great Keri. I never knew I could orgasm like that. I guess it’s true that only a woman can truly please a woman. And that wasn’t even involving penetration. I’m amazed.” Lila was rubbing her eyes as she said this, and really hadn’t noticed us yet. I spoke up, “Well, you’ve been out for about five minutes. That’s never happened to us before. Not that we’ve done this to other girls. I mean neither of us have passed out like that before during an orgasm.” At this point, Lila looked over at us and her eyes became as wide as possible. She reached over with her hand and touched my cheek. Then she looked over at Cindy, and did the same. She looked us up and down before saying anything. “Do you think you could do that again?” We all burst out laughing. I then stood up, pulled Lila up, and pulled her into the bedroom. Cindy followed us, closing the door. We still had four hours before Lila’s interview.