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My pantyhose fetish continues to grow…
Over the next few years my lust for wearing pantyhose intensified. I would take pantyhose from wherever I could find them.
I had a grandmother who often wore darker shades, i.e., dark grey, off-black, dark suntan, medium suntan, coffee, black and sometimes navy.
When I was young I often noticed her pantyhose because she wore so many different brands that it was easy to discern she wasn’t wearing the same style day after day. She bought the majority of her pantyhose at Five & Dime stores and I remember the packets having photos or drawings of different women on them. The pantyhose were always a mix of ultra sheers and day sheers. Some were sheer to waist and others had a conventional panty top and nearly all of them had reinforced toes. I often couldn’t wait for her pantyhose to develop a run so I could try and obtain them. I took dozens of pairs and maybe 100 pair in total.
I once came upon a stash of her old pantyhose in the basement. I had assumed she always threw them in the trash. I found a laundry basket in the basement and it appeared she hadn’t been throwing them out for some time as the basket was full of pantyhose. Apparently she had been tossing them into the laundry basket which she kept out of the way in the basement. At first I picked three or four pair from the top, stuffed them in my pants and went home. After having tried one pair on I was thrilled with how soft they were. I knew I had to have more. I went back the next day and dumped the basket on the floor and pulled every pair of pantyhose from the pile. I knew I had to leave something behind so she wouldn’t notice so I left the nylon stockings. If one had seen the basket previously it would be obvious that pantyhose were missing but I didn’t care. I wanted them and I was willing to risk getting into trouble. I stuffed the pantyhose into an old department store shopping bag and when I got home I counted them. I don’t remember the exact number but it was over 30 pair. If she noticed she never said anything but I don’t think she paid it much attention. I wore those pantyhose for several months, including to school until each pair was in tatters. I also wore them at home but only for a few hours at a time.
Probably six or so months later I looked for the basket and it wasn’t where it had been. I was really disappointed but then I noticed a couple pair of pantyhose drip drying over the laundry tub. I knew I couldn’t take them because she would miss them but I wanted to look at them. Just as I turned to walk away I thought I caught a glimpse of pantyhose in the trashcan. I reached in and pulled out the three pair she had thrown out. I remember one pair in particular was charcoal grey in color and ultra sheer. They had a conventional panty and reinforced toes and the nylon legs had a glittering shimmer to them. They were definitely a “dressy” looking pair of pantyhose. I could not wait to get home and try them on. The entire walk home I was hoping that she hadn’t completely trashed them. Once home, I began pulling them on. They were incredibly sheer. As I pulled them up I took note that there were no snags in them. It wasn’t until I finally pulled the thighs into place that I noticed two snags on the front of the right thigh just below where the stocking and panty met. The threads moved easily through the air. I pulled the panty into place and looked my legs over front and back. I had a raging boner. I loved how the pantyhose looked, especially with their shimmery nylon legs. I figured she must have worn them once, snagged them and considered them a loss. I went to my Mom’s bedroom and took a bottle of clear nail polish. In my room, I painted where the snags were in the pantyhose. The nail polish did it’s the job. The pantyhose did eventually run but not where those snags were.
Approximately three months later I was in the basement again. I spent more time looking around for the basket. I found it low on some shelves with old quilts obscuring a full view of it. The basket contained hosiery but just what type I did not know. How I hoped Nana had placed more pantyhose in it. I dumped the basket on the floor and sunk my hands into the pile of nylon anxiously hoping to pull a pair of pantyhose from the pile. After a few moments of rummaging through the pile I pulled two pair of pantyhose from the nylon pile. A few minutes later I was sorting stockings from pantyhose. As my work progressed I became elated. There were far more pairs of pantyhose than stockings which led me to believe she had not added any more stockings, only pantyhose, to the basket. As usual the pantyhose were an assortment of shades and styles. I no longer remember the exact number of pairs but do remember it being over 50 pair. I couldn’t find a shopping bag so I began shoving all of the pantyhose into one pair of day sheers. Once I had all of them inside the one pair of pantyhose I began looking again for something to take them home in. I looked at several boxes and decided to remove some dishes from one box to another. The pantyhose fit inside the empty box without a problem.
When I got home I retreated to my room and pulled my treasure from the box. I took hold of the toes of the pantyhose and shook it releasing the pantyhose contained within. Once I had the pantyhose free I sorted them by shade. There was three pair of light suntan day sheers that felt incredibly soft so I decided one of them would be the first pair I would wear. As I pulled them on I noticed no runs in the toes or feet and after having had so many pairs of Nana’s pantyhose that appeared to be the norm. I noticed she seemed to have a habit of getting runs or snags in the thighs of her hose. Once I had the soft hose to my thighs I was taken aback a bit. There was a massive wide run on the inside of the upper right thigh that was stopped by the center seam and ran nearly to the knee. I could clearly see where the fabric had opened up from a very bad snag. I hoped I wouldn’t find more pairs in this condition. In any case, I continued to wear that pair of pantyhose for the remainder of the day. I wore them a few more times until the run was down to the heel, which made it difficult to put them on after that. As I wore the collection I found a few more pairs of pantyhose with horrendous runs which caused me to wonder if maybe she had ruined them on purpose. I wondered if she suspected I was taking them and ruining them so I couldn’t wear them or would be discouraged. When I discovered that less than 20 percent of the pantyhose had a horrific run I quickly dismissed the thought.
Still, when I came across a bad run I always wondered how she had could have been so careless with her pantyhose. I have always wished I had discovered that basket of pantyhose sooner. Once I overheard Nana ask my Mom how long her pantyhose lasted. Mom said she usually got five wearings and sometimes more from a pair. Nana replied that she often got just one wearing from a pair. Mom was a little surprised by that and said “really, that’s all?” Nana told her she had bad fingernails and even though she filed them everyday they still split. She said her fingernails were her hose mortal enemy and that she is forever snagging and running them. I remember thinking “SHIT!” I might have been able to have several pair of pantyhose a week!
Time marched on and my adoration for sheer pantyhose continued to grow. Mom had a friend from high school who had gotten into selling pantyhose (what a dream job!) through mail order. She had several different pair in her kit and she would show them to women and then if they wanted any she would take their order and deliver their pantyhose within two weeks. Sort of like the Avon Lady only she was selling pantyhose. I remember seeing Maria take Mom’s order. This is when I first became aware that Maria was selling pantyhose. Apparently, the more you ordered at one time the better the pricing so Mom ordered a dozen pair.
Less than two weeks later the family was invited to Maria’s home for dinner. Her mother, Jean, was known for her spaghetti and meatballs. Jean had her kitchen set up in the basement with a small sitting area and then the back of the basement contained a full bathroom, and a laundry/storage area. After dinner I headed for the laundry room area because it was quieter and I wanted to get away from everyone. In the center of the room sat a large steamer trunk and on one wall were some wooden shelves which contained various household items and against another wall sat the washer and dryer.
I deposited myself on the trunk with my Six Million Dollar Man and after some time I became curious about what was in the trunk. My curiosity was peaked because I had run my hand across the front of the trunk and felt soft fabric. I suspected it may be nylon and when I look down it indeed looked like a very small patch of jet black nylon was poking out from under the trunk’s lid. I slowly raised myself just enough that I could lift the trunk lid a few inches. I poked my fingers inside and all I could feel was soft fabric. I pinched some fabric between my fingers and then slowly pulled my hand from the trunk. A pair of pantyhose trailed behind. The pantyhose were half in and half out of the trunk.
Suddenly, the adults announced they were heading upstairs to the living room. I wasn’t told to go with them so I continued acting interested in having space to myself and my Steve Austin doll. Once they were all upstairs I lifted the lid and peeked inside. The contents were a pantyhose lover’s wet dream. It was packed full of pantyhose. All I could see was pantyhose. None of the hose was in a packet and they were all either off-black or jet black, though probably 80% of them were off-black. Instinctively, my first thought was I want them all followed by how am I going to take them all. I lowered the lid and resumed sitting on the trunk. After thinking it over for a few minutes I begrudgingly came to the realization that I was never going to have that trunk of pantyhose so I had to figure out a way to take as many of them with me as I could.
I was being too quiet and Mom yelled down at the top of the steps “Michael what are you up to?” I walked to the bottom of the steps and answered “just watching TV and playing with my Six Million Dollar Man.” She then walked away as I heard her ask “Is there anything down there he can get into?” Maria said “No, it’s safe.” I went back to the trunk and lifted the lid. I looked at the pantyhose it contained and was in awe at the number of pairs inside. I reached in and removed a couple of pair and closed the lid. I sat the pantyhose on top of the trunk while I contemplated how I was going to take them home.
Suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I heard someone clear their throat. “Oh no! It’s Dad!” I thought. I turned and saw Jean’s son Nick standing in the doorway smiling. Nick was 21 and an undeniable hunk and he knew it. He didn’t say anything to me as he approached the trunk. He reached for one of the pairs I had removed. He held it up and whispered “Michael, I see you like pantyhose.” I didn’t answer as he continued to grin. “Its okay, I won’t tell anyone. In fact, you can have them” he said. “How many do you want?” he asked. “I want all of them” I said. Nick found my answer amusing and laughed out loud. “Well, I think we will have a problem with that. We can’t do that tonight but you can definitely have some.”
Nick opened the trunk and reached inside with both hands and grabbed an armload of pantyhose. He then walked over to the bathroom and deposited them on the floor. He instructed me to remove my socks, shoes and pants and then put on as many pairs of pantyhose as I could. He said he would watch TV and say all was okay if anyone asked. I went into the bathroom and stripped down. All of the pantyhose were the same brand and style. All of them were sheer to waist with sheer toe and all them were off-black. Once I had put on12 pair my stomach was beginning to feel the bulk of all the waistbands. I slipped my right shoe on to see if I could still get my foot into it. I could, so I decided to continue putting on pantyhose. After 16 pair I became aware that I had not yet checked to see if my pants would still fit. I put my pants on and fortunately they still buttoned but I also realized that I was very close to reaching the limit. I began thinking of other ways to carry home pantyhose. I was able to stuff two pair in the inside pocket of my jacket and three more pair in each sleeve. The banded/ribbed cuff on my jacket sleeves would keep the pantyhose from falling out. Nick came to the bathroom to check on me just as I pulled the 17th pair of pantyhose on. He smiled and asked “Bud, you about done?” I told him I was as I put my pants on in front of him and asked if I looked funny. Nick said “No, but pull your shirt out.” I pulled it out and then Nick said “That’s better.” As I put my socks and shoes on Nick said “Okay, give me the pantyhose you didn’t put on so I can put them back in the trunk.” I handed him two pair and Nick laughed out loud and said “Wow, Dude, you really do like them don’t you?” then he laughed again.
Nick and I began watching TV together when I whispered to him “Nick none of the pantyhose have runs, how come they are in the trunk?” At first he stared at me for a moment, I believe he was somewhat embarrassed to be having the conversation with me. “You are right Michael; I don’t think any of them have holes or runs. Maria wears her pantyhose once then tosses them in the trunk and as you saw she likes black.” I sat quietly for a few minutes then replied back to Nick “I want all of them.” Nick laughed out loud and said “Dude if I could get away with it I’d give you the entire trunk. It takes up too much room and she never takes anything out she only adds to it. I don’t understand it.”
When I arrived home I decided that the best way to avoid possibly being caught with the pantyhose was to go straight to my room and change in the dark. I slipped my shoes and socks off and then my pants. I crawled into bed and peeled each pair off under the covers. I was beyond thrilled to have so many new pantyhose at one time.
A few weeks later my Mom needed to stop by Maria’s house. I don’t remember the reason but we weren’t going to stay more than half an hour. Mom and Maria were in the living room while I was down in the kitchen. Nick came barreling down the stairs and said “Little Dude, Maria and your Mom are in the back yard, now is our chance.” I stared at him not sure of what he meant “he grabbed a large clear plastic bag from under the kitchen sink and then ran toward the laundry area. He flipped open the lid on the trunk as he ordered me to his side. “Here, hold the bag open for me” he said. Nick reached into the trunk and grabbed at the pantyhose with both hands. Furiously he stuffed them into the bag. Fistfuls of pantyhose were flying into the awaiting bag.
Nick took hold of the top of the trash bag and shook it to settle the pantyhose. The bag was half full. Nick reached back into the trunk and returned to grabbing up pantyhose. Now the bag was nearly full. He again shook the bag to settle the contents, he then tied it closed. He asked me if I remembered if our car was unlocked. I told him I thought it was. He bolted up the stairs with the bag of pantyhose and me following behind him. He looked out the back windows. Mom and Maria were still busy. He ran through the living room. He saw my Mom’s purse and put his finger to his mouth…. “Shh” he said. He grabbed Mom’s keys and bolted out the front door to our car. He popped the trunk and shoved the bag of pantyhose to the back of the trunk. Nick placed Mom’s keys back in her purse and he and I were seated in the kitchen as if nothing had taken place. The entire “operation” from stuffing the trash bag to sitting in the kitchen had taken less than 10 minutes.
Nick went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. After he sat he popped it open then turned to me and said “Now, I don’t know how you are going to get those pantyhose into your house but if you are caught you will not say you got them from here or that I helped you is that clear?” I answered Nick “Yes, definitely, I won’t tell.” “Okay” he said. “In the future I’ll try to give you the rest if this works out.” I replied “I would love that. I want all the pantyhose in the world.” Nick looked at me smiling, then chuckled and said “I believe you do Little Dude.”
We arrived home early evening and Mom parked the car in the garage. I left my Matchbox cars in the backseat on purpose so I would have a reason to slip into the garage. Just an hour or so after arriving home I went to the garage and retrieved my case while leaving one car behind. I wanted to see if I had been watched going to and from the garage. I hadn’t been so I then grumbled about missing a Matchbox car and wanting to see if it was still in the car. When I went into the garage I opened the trunk and retrieved the bag of pantyhose. I placed it in a corner and then placed a piece of old paneling in front of it. The next day would be Saturday and would provide me a better opportunity to move the bag into the house.
Early Saturday evening my parent’s were playing cards with the next door neighbors at their house. It was a perfect opportunity for me to bring the pantyhose in from the garage. When I got it to my room I was overwhelmed with the size of it. I began to realize I had no idea what I was going to do with all of those pantyhose. After a few minutes I came up with the idea to hide pantyhose everywhere in my room. I folded and or rolled pair after pair and placed them in games, toys, shoes, and coat and shirt pockets. I still had “ton’s more pantyhose to conceal and had run out of places to hide them. Then it dawned on me to hide them under my box spring. I loosened the “screen” on the underside of the box spring on the left corner at the head of the bed and began inserting pair after pair until there was none remaining.
I wore those pantyhose for a very long time. Well over a year, maybe even two years. They were all the same brand and style, sheer to waist, sheer toe and off-black. These were early 70s pantyhose, i.e., 100% nylon and very soft. I attempted counting them once and after 120 pair I got bored because there was at least three times that many more to be counted and I didn’t want to be bothered with it. I had always had a crush on Nick and I doubt he ever picked up on it but after what he had done for me my crush deepened so that when I was older I had many masturbatory sessions in pantyhose while fantasizing about him.
Over the next few years my lust for wearing pantyhose intensified. I would take pantyhose from wherever I could find them.
I had a grandmother who often wore darker shades, i.e., dark grey, off-black, dark suntan, medium suntan, coffee, black and sometimes navy.
When I was young I often noticed her pantyhose because she wore so many different brands that it was easy to discern she wasn’t wearing the same style day after day. She bought the majority of her pantyhose at Five & Dime stores and I remember the packets having photos or drawings of different women on them. The pantyhose were always a mix of ultra sheers and day sheers. Some were sheer to waist and others had a conventional panty top and nearly all of them had reinforced toes. I often couldn’t wait for her pantyhose to develop a run so I could try and obtain them. I took dozens of pairs and maybe 100 pair in total.
I once came upon a stash of her old pantyhose in the basement. I had assumed she always threw them in the trash. I found a laundry basket in the basement and it appeared she hadn’t been throwing them out for some time as the basket was full of pantyhose. Apparently she had been tossing them into the laundry basket which she kept out of the way in the basement. At first I picked three or four pair from the top, stuffed them in my pants and went home. After having tried one pair on I was thrilled with how soft they were. I knew I had to have more. I went back the next day and dumped the basket on the floor and pulled every pair of pantyhose from the pile. I knew I had to leave something behind so she wouldn’t notice so I left the nylon stockings. If one had seen the basket previously it would be obvious that pantyhose were missing but I didn’t care. I wanted them and I was willing to risk getting into trouble. I stuffed the pantyhose into an old department store shopping bag and when I got home I counted them. I don’t remember the exact number but it was over 30 pair. If she noticed she never said anything but I don’t think she paid it much attention. I wore those pantyhose for several months, including to school until each pair was in tatters. I also wore them at home but only for a few hours at a time.
Probably six or so months later I looked for the basket and it wasn’t where it had been. I was really disappointed but then I noticed a couple pair of pantyhose drip drying over the laundry tub. I knew I couldn’t take them because she would miss them but I wanted to look at them. Just as I turned to walk away I thought I caught a glimpse of pantyhose in the trashcan. I reached in and pulled out the three pair she had thrown out. I remember one pair in particular was charcoal grey in color and ultra sheer. They had a conventional panty and reinforced toes and the nylon legs had a glittering shimmer to them. They were definitely a “dressy” looking pair of pantyhose. I could not wait to get home and try them on. The entire walk home I was hoping that she hadn’t completely trashed them. Once home, I began pulling them on. They were incredibly sheer. As I pulled them up I took note that there were no snags in them. It wasn’t until I finally pulled the thighs into place that I noticed two snags on the front of the right thigh just below where the stocking and panty met. The threads moved easily through the air. I pulled the panty into place and looked my legs over front and back. I had a raging boner. I loved how the pantyhose looked, especially with their shimmery nylon legs. I figured she must have worn them once, snagged them and considered them a loss. I went to my Mom’s bedroom and took a bottle of clear nail polish. In my room, I painted where the snags were in the pantyhose. The nail polish did it’s the job. The pantyhose did eventually run but not where those snags were.
Approximately three months later I was in the basement again. I spent more time looking around for the basket. I found it low on some shelves with old quilts obscuring a full view of it. The basket contained hosiery but just what type I did not know. How I hoped Nana had placed more pantyhose in it. I dumped the basket on the floor and sunk my hands into the pile of nylon anxiously hoping to pull a pair of pantyhose from the pile. After a few moments of rummaging through the pile I pulled two pair of pantyhose from the nylon pile. A few minutes later I was sorting stockings from pantyhose. As my work progressed I became elated. There were far more pairs of pantyhose than stockings which led me to believe she had not added any more stockings, only pantyhose, to the basket. As usual the pantyhose were an assortment of shades and styles. I no longer remember the exact number of pairs but do remember it being over 50 pair. I couldn’t find a shopping bag so I began shoving all of the pantyhose into one pair of day sheers. Once I had all of them inside the one pair of pantyhose I began looking again for something to take them home in. I looked at several boxes and decided to remove some dishes from one box to another. The pantyhose fit inside the empty box without a problem.
When I got home I retreated to my room and pulled my treasure from the box. I took hold of the toes of the pantyhose and shook it releasing the pantyhose contained within. Once I had the pantyhose free I sorted them by shade. There was three pair of light suntan day sheers that felt incredibly soft so I decided one of them would be the first pair I would wear. As I pulled them on I noticed no runs in the toes or feet and after having had so many pairs of Nana’s pantyhose that appeared to be the norm. I noticed she seemed to have a habit of getting runs or snags in the thighs of her hose. Once I had the soft hose to my thighs I was taken aback a bit. There was a massive wide run on the inside of the upper right thigh that was stopped by the center seam and ran nearly to the knee. I could clearly see where the fabric had opened up from a very bad snag. I hoped I wouldn’t find more pairs in this condition. In any case, I continued to wear that pair of pantyhose for the remainder of the day. I wore them a few more times until the run was down to the heel, which made it difficult to put them on after that. As I wore the collection I found a few more pairs of pantyhose with horrendous runs which caused me to wonder if maybe she had ruined them on purpose. I wondered if she suspected I was taking them and ruining them so I couldn’t wear them or would be discouraged. When I discovered that less than 20 percent of the pantyhose had a horrific run I quickly dismissed the thought.
Still, when I came across a bad run I always wondered how she had could have been so careless with her pantyhose. I have always wished I had discovered that basket of pantyhose sooner. Once I overheard Nana ask my Mom how long her pantyhose lasted. Mom said she usually got five wearings and sometimes more from a pair. Nana replied that she often got just one wearing from a pair. Mom was a little surprised by that and said “really, that’s all?” Nana told her she had bad fingernails and even though she filed them everyday they still split. She said her fingernails were her hose mortal enemy and that she is forever snagging and running them. I remember thinking “SHIT!” I might have been able to have several pair of pantyhose a week!
Time marched on and my adoration for sheer pantyhose continued to grow. Mom had a friend from high school who had gotten into selling pantyhose (what a dream job!) through mail order. She had several different pair in her kit and she would show them to women and then if they wanted any she would take their order and deliver their pantyhose within two weeks. Sort of like the Avon Lady only she was selling pantyhose. I remember seeing Maria take Mom’s order. This is when I first became aware that Maria was selling pantyhose. Apparently, the more you ordered at one time the better the pricing so Mom ordered a dozen pair.
Less than two weeks later the family was invited to Maria’s home for dinner. Her mother, Jean, was known for her spaghetti and meatballs. Jean had her kitchen set up in the basement with a small sitting area and then the back of the basement contained a full bathroom, and a laundry/storage area. After dinner I headed for the laundry room area because it was quieter and I wanted to get away from everyone. In the center of the room sat a large steamer trunk and on one wall were some wooden shelves which contained various household items and against another wall sat the washer and dryer.
I deposited myself on the trunk with my Six Million Dollar Man and after some time I became curious about what was in the trunk. My curiosity was peaked because I had run my hand across the front of the trunk and felt soft fabric. I suspected it may be nylon and when I look down it indeed looked like a very small patch of jet black nylon was poking out from under the trunk’s lid. I slowly raised myself just enough that I could lift the trunk lid a few inches. I poked my fingers inside and all I could feel was soft fabric. I pinched some fabric between my fingers and then slowly pulled my hand from the trunk. A pair of pantyhose trailed behind. The pantyhose were half in and half out of the trunk.
Suddenly, the adults announced they were heading upstairs to the living room. I wasn’t told to go with them so I continued acting interested in having space to myself and my Steve Austin doll. Once they were all upstairs I lifted the lid and peeked inside. The contents were a pantyhose lover’s wet dream. It was packed full of pantyhose. All I could see was pantyhose. None of the hose was in a packet and they were all either off-black or jet black, though probably 80% of them were off-black. Instinctively, my first thought was I want them all followed by how am I going to take them all. I lowered the lid and resumed sitting on the trunk. After thinking it over for a few minutes I begrudgingly came to the realization that I was never going to have that trunk of pantyhose so I had to figure out a way to take as many of them with me as I could.
I was being too quiet and Mom yelled down at the top of the steps “Michael what are you up to?” I walked to the bottom of the steps and answered “just watching TV and playing with my Six Million Dollar Man.” She then walked away as I heard her ask “Is there anything down there he can get into?” Maria said “No, it’s safe.” I went back to the trunk and lifted the lid. I looked at the pantyhose it contained and was in awe at the number of pairs inside. I reached in and removed a couple of pair and closed the lid. I sat the pantyhose on top of the trunk while I contemplated how I was going to take them home.
Suddenly, I felt as if I was being watched. I heard someone clear their throat. “Oh no! It’s Dad!” I thought. I turned and saw Jean’s son Nick standing in the doorway smiling. Nick was 21 and an undeniable hunk and he knew it. He didn’t say anything to me as he approached the trunk. He reached for one of the pairs I had removed. He held it up and whispered “Michael, I see you like pantyhose.” I didn’t answer as he continued to grin. “Its okay, I won’t tell anyone. In fact, you can have them” he said. “How many do you want?” he asked. “I want all of them” I said. Nick found my answer amusing and laughed out loud. “Well, I think we will have a problem with that. We can’t do that tonight but you can definitely have some.”
Nick opened the trunk and reached inside with both hands and grabbed an armload of pantyhose. He then walked over to the bathroom and deposited them on the floor. He instructed me to remove my socks, shoes and pants and then put on as many pairs of pantyhose as I could. He said he would watch TV and say all was okay if anyone asked. I went into the bathroom and stripped down. All of the pantyhose were the same brand and style. All of them were sheer to waist with sheer toe and all them were off-black. Once I had put on12 pair my stomach was beginning to feel the bulk of all the waistbands. I slipped my right shoe on to see if I could still get my foot into it. I could, so I decided to continue putting on pantyhose. After 16 pair I became aware that I had not yet checked to see if my pants would still fit. I put my pants on and fortunately they still buttoned but I also realized that I was very close to reaching the limit. I began thinking of other ways to carry home pantyhose. I was able to stuff two pair in the inside pocket of my jacket and three more pair in each sleeve. The banded/ribbed cuff on my jacket sleeves would keep the pantyhose from falling out. Nick came to the bathroom to check on me just as I pulled the 17th pair of pantyhose on. He smiled and asked “Bud, you about done?” I told him I was as I put my pants on in front of him and asked if I looked funny. Nick said “No, but pull your shirt out.” I pulled it out and then Nick said “That’s better.” As I put my socks and shoes on Nick said “Okay, give me the pantyhose you didn’t put on so I can put them back in the trunk.” I handed him two pair and Nick laughed out loud and said “Wow, Dude, you really do like them don’t you?” then he laughed again.
Nick and I began watching TV together when I whispered to him “Nick none of the pantyhose have runs, how come they are in the trunk?” At first he stared at me for a moment, I believe he was somewhat embarrassed to be having the conversation with me. “You are right Michael; I don’t think any of them have holes or runs. Maria wears her pantyhose once then tosses them in the trunk and as you saw she likes black.” I sat quietly for a few minutes then replied back to Nick “I want all of them.” Nick laughed out loud and said “Dude if I could get away with it I’d give you the entire trunk. It takes up too much room and she never takes anything out she only adds to it. I don’t understand it.”
When I arrived home I decided that the best way to avoid possibly being caught with the pantyhose was to go straight to my room and change in the dark. I slipped my shoes and socks off and then my pants. I crawled into bed and peeled each pair off under the covers. I was beyond thrilled to have so many new pantyhose at one time.
A few weeks later my Mom needed to stop by Maria’s house. I don’t remember the reason but we weren’t going to stay more than half an hour. Mom and Maria were in the living room while I was down in the kitchen. Nick came barreling down the stairs and said “Little Dude, Maria and your Mom are in the back yard, now is our chance.” I stared at him not sure of what he meant “he grabbed a large clear plastic bag from under the kitchen sink and then ran toward the laundry area. He flipped open the lid on the trunk as he ordered me to his side. “Here, hold the bag open for me” he said. Nick reached into the trunk and grabbed at the pantyhose with both hands. Furiously he stuffed them into the bag. Fistfuls of pantyhose were flying into the awaiting bag.
Nick took hold of the top of the trash bag and shook it to settle the pantyhose. The bag was half full. Nick reached back into the trunk and returned to grabbing up pantyhose. Now the bag was nearly full. He again shook the bag to settle the contents, he then tied it closed. He asked me if I remembered if our car was unlocked. I told him I thought it was. He bolted up the stairs with the bag of pantyhose and me following behind him. He looked out the back windows. Mom and Maria were still busy. He ran through the living room. He saw my Mom’s purse and put his finger to his mouth…. “Shh” he said. He grabbed Mom’s keys and bolted out the front door to our car. He popped the trunk and shoved the bag of pantyhose to the back of the trunk. Nick placed Mom’s keys back in her purse and he and I were seated in the kitchen as if nothing had taken place. The entire “operation” from stuffing the trash bag to sitting in the kitchen had taken less than 10 minutes.
Nick went to the refrigerator and grabbed a beer. After he sat he popped it open then turned to me and said “Now, I don’t know how you are going to get those pantyhose into your house but if you are caught you will not say you got them from here or that I helped you is that clear?” I answered Nick “Yes, definitely, I won’t tell.” “Okay” he said. “In the future I’ll try to give you the rest if this works out.” I replied “I would love that. I want all the pantyhose in the world.” Nick looked at me smiling, then chuckled and said “I believe you do Little Dude.”
We arrived home early evening and Mom parked the car in the garage. I left my Matchbox cars in the backseat on purpose so I would have a reason to slip into the garage. Just an hour or so after arriving home I went to the garage and retrieved my case while leaving one car behind. I wanted to see if I had been watched going to and from the garage. I hadn’t been so I then grumbled about missing a Matchbox car and wanting to see if it was still in the car. When I went into the garage I opened the trunk and retrieved the bag of pantyhose. I placed it in a corner and then placed a piece of old paneling in front of it. The next day would be Saturday and would provide me a better opportunity to move the bag into the house.
Early Saturday evening my parent’s were playing cards with the next door neighbors at their house. It was a perfect opportunity for me to bring the pantyhose in from the garage. When I got it to my room I was overwhelmed with the size of it. I began to realize I had no idea what I was going to do with all of those pantyhose. After a few minutes I came up with the idea to hide pantyhose everywhere in my room. I folded and or rolled pair after pair and placed them in games, toys, shoes, and coat and shirt pockets. I still had “ton’s more pantyhose to conceal and had run out of places to hide them. Then it dawned on me to hide them under my box spring. I loosened the “screen” on the underside of the box spring on the left corner at the head of the bed and began inserting pair after pair until there was none remaining.
I wore those pantyhose for a very long time. Well over a year, maybe even two years. They were all the same brand and style, sheer to waist, sheer toe and off-black. These were early 70s pantyhose, i.e., 100% nylon and very soft. I attempted counting them once and after 120 pair I got bored because there was at least three times that many more to be counted and I didn’t want to be bothered with it. I had always had a crush on Nick and I doubt he ever picked up on it but after what he had done for me my crush deepened so that when I was older I had many masturbatory sessions in pantyhose while fantasizing about him.
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