PANTYHOSE LEFT AT THE CINEMA
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After having some fun with my pantyhose last week at the Cinema I couldn’t wait to make a return visit and continue to tempt men with my pantyhose.
On Friday night I went to the same Cinema wearing five pair of pantyhose. I had a good pair of pantyhose on as my first layer. The other four pair each had a run in them but were far from destroyed. I often toss pantyhose with runs in them into a small basket for wearing during masturbatory sessions before throwing them out. The four pair were of various shades and type. I wore coffee, off-black, suntan and nude. Two were sheer to the waist style and the others had a conventional reinforced panty.
Wearing those four pair of pantyhose over my silky jet black sheer to waist was very stimulating. The sheer nylon was in constant motion. The nylon was rubbing against nylon as well as rubbing against me and my tan khaki pants. I wore a pair of loafers and no socks so I could quickly and easily strip my pantyhose off in the restroom.
Once I arrived at the Cinema I immediately headed for the Men’s room. I checked the waste can to see how full it was. It was half-full so I figured it probably wouldn’t be emptied before closing and it would also be easy for me to reach in and grab any pantyhose if they were tossed inside.
Only a few people came and went when I was in the room so I headed for a stall and began to strip. Wearing five pair of pantyhose at one time felt fantastic. I almost, didn’t want to remove them… almost. All of those waistbands can be a bit much on the tummy. I hooked my thumb inside the waistband of the first pair and slid them down to my ankles and then quickly pulled them off. I did the same with the second and third pair. As I got to the fourth pair, a pair of nude ultra sheer, I decided I needed to keep them on as they felt just too incredible gliding over my silky black pantyhose.
I looked at the three pair of pantyhose hanging on the hook on the stall door. Each pair had stretched out well and gave the indication they had recently been worn and removed. I performed a quick inspection of each pair so I would be able to ascertain what, if anything, someone might have done to them while they were in the restroom. The coffee pair had a run the length of one foot, the off-black pair had a run that began where the ultra sheer leg and reinforced panty met. The run was pretty much the entire length of the leg and the suntan pair of sheer to waist had a small hole just below the waistband with a run down the length of the panty.
I listened carefully for voices and footsteps. Once I felt certain I was alone I opened the stall door and took a peak out. I was alone. I left the suntan pantyhose hanging on the door hook while I quickly placed the coffee pair over the support rail/bar over the stall door. I exited the stall and quickly placed the off-black pair at a urinal. I pulled the panty over the urinal pipe and handle then placed the legs to each side of the urinal. I checked my watch and exited the restroom.
I headed for the snack bar and purchased a large soft-drink then took my seat. The entire time I watched the movie my mind raced with thoughts of men discovering my pantyhose and jerking their cocks off with them. I forced myself to remain seated for nearly the entire length of the movie. I checked my watch and just five minutes before the picture was to end I headed for the restroom.
Once inside I discovered the off-black pantyhose remained at the urinal but the coffee pair had been moved and were hanging from a HVAC vent. They hung from the ceiling smack dab in the center of the room. I retreated to the stall and found that someone had cum all over the suntan pantyhose. They were drenched in semen and urine. They lay in a loose pile on top of the toilet paper dispenser. White creamy cum was highly visible as was the fact that they were damp. I fumbled to find the waistband and once I did I lifted the pantyhose. They unfurled and I could see that someone had cum a massive load on them before soaking them with his piss.
Suddenly, there was the rush of men entering the restroom. I heard a couple of giggles but no one actually made a comment about the pantyhose hanging from the ceiling vent or at the urinal. The pace of men entering the restroom began to dwindle and there was silence for a few minutes before the door opened again. I could make out that two men had entered the room. One of them laughed and said “What is this… pantyhose hanging from the ceiling?” He then noticed the pantyhose at the urinal as he and his friend walked in that direction. He laughed again and said “Another pair of pantyhose… I never heard of men wearing pantyhose.” His friend finally spoke and said “My brother wears them.” The first man replied “What? Your brother wears them? Like everyday or what?” The second man said “Yeah, I guess everyday. He wore them when we were k**s and got in trouble for it and never stopped as far as I know.”
As they pissed their conversation continued. The first man asked “What happened to your brother?” The second guy was a little hesitant to share, he cleared his throat and then said “He was punished for it and if my mom found them she would cut them up.” “Huh” the first guy said in response. The second guy then volunteered “I found his stash a few times when we were k**s.” “What did you do? Did you rat him out?” the first guy asked. “No, I didn’t tell on him. I just tore them up and left them where I had found them. I figured he would know it was me who had done it and maybe it would get him to stop wearing them but it never did.” The first guy asked “Did he ever say anything to you about it?” “Nope, what could he say? That would be an admission that he was wearing pantyhose.”
As we got older, I got the idea that I wanted to try something with him.” “What was that?” said the first guy. “I bought him some pantyhose.” “What? What the FUCK! Do tell.” “I was 17 and he was 12 or 13 years old and I knew he didn’t have any pantyhose and that it had been some time since he did. So we were riding home and I needed to stop at the Rite Aid. He went in with me and I lost sight of him. I could see him in the mirrors hanging around the area where pantyhose are displayed. After a few minutes he went over to the candy aisle. I walked over to the pantyhose and grabbed two boxes of Rite Aid pantyhose.” “Why?” asked the first guy. “Well I bought them but he didn’t know it and I had the checker put them in a separate bag. We get in the car and begin driving home when I ask him if he is okay and got everything he needed. He said he was okay. So we arrive home and discover we have the house to ourselves for a couple hours. He heads off to his room and after 10 minutes or so I come to his room. I’m holding the bag with the pantyhose and I say I think you left this in the car. He tells me it isn’t his. I ask him if he is sure and he again says it’s not his. I enter the room and reach out to hand him the bag and tell him to look inside I think it may be for him. He takes the bag and looks inside and looks so embarrassed and asks if I’m trying to be an ass.
I tell him I’ve noticed he has been down and hasn’t had any pantyhose for a while and “at this point there is no trying to stop you from wearing them. You’re getting older and you’re going to do what you want.” I told him I didn’t check sizes or colors, I just grabbed two boxes. He pulls them from the bag and looks at them then says they are perfect and then asks me if I am going to rip them up later. I told him “No, that’s over but don’t tell anyone I got them for you” and he agreed.
After that, he wore pantyhose all the time in front of me when my parents weren’t home. He had no inhibitions about it and I didn’t give him a hard time about it. “What the FUCK! It didn’t bother you?” “No… he was just wearing pantyhose with track shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn’t like he was acting like a girl or raiding my mom’s closet. I have to admit he had some damned good looking legs!” “Oh shit, dude!” “Yeah, he put one of the pair I bought him on right in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. His legs looked fantastic in pantyhose. I’d never actually seen him wearing them.” “Wow, that’s some crazy shit!” laughed the first guy. “When I left for college I know he was still into wearing them but now I have no idea…well, I would be surprised if he isn’t still wearing them.” The first guy suddenly realized how long they had been standing in the restroom and said “Come on, let’s get out of here man.” The entire time I was listening to this I was thinking about how much I wish I knew who his brother was and how much fun we could have had with each other.
I exited the stall and pulled the coffee pair down from the vent and stuffed them in my pocket. I went over to the off-black pair and found that they were still dry and that nothing had been done to them. I stuffed them too into my pocket. I went back to the stall and retrieved my small plastic bag from my jacket pocket. I carefully dropped the cum-dumped pantyhose inside and zipped the bag closed.
I was hungry and decided to stop at a local Pub to get something to eat. After I paid my bill I headed to the Men’s room before leaving. I pulled the cum soaked pantyhose from the bag and hung them on the hook in one of the restroom stalls. By now they wreaked of cum. Their aroma was quite musky and masculine. As I drove home I hoped the fine nylon mesh of the pantyhose caught more cum or better yet the pantyhose found a new owner.
On Friday night I went to the same Cinema wearing five pair of pantyhose. I had a good pair of pantyhose on as my first layer. The other four pair each had a run in them but were far from destroyed. I often toss pantyhose with runs in them into a small basket for wearing during masturbatory sessions before throwing them out. The four pair were of various shades and type. I wore coffee, off-black, suntan and nude. Two were sheer to the waist style and the others had a conventional reinforced panty.
Wearing those four pair of pantyhose over my silky jet black sheer to waist was very stimulating. The sheer nylon was in constant motion. The nylon was rubbing against nylon as well as rubbing against me and my tan khaki pants. I wore a pair of loafers and no socks so I could quickly and easily strip my pantyhose off in the restroom.
Once I arrived at the Cinema I immediately headed for the Men’s room. I checked the waste can to see how full it was. It was half-full so I figured it probably wouldn’t be emptied before closing and it would also be easy for me to reach in and grab any pantyhose if they were tossed inside.
Only a few people came and went when I was in the room so I headed for a stall and began to strip. Wearing five pair of pantyhose at one time felt fantastic. I almost, didn’t want to remove them… almost. All of those waistbands can be a bit much on the tummy. I hooked my thumb inside the waistband of the first pair and slid them down to my ankles and then quickly pulled them off. I did the same with the second and third pair. As I got to the fourth pair, a pair of nude ultra sheer, I decided I needed to keep them on as they felt just too incredible gliding over my silky black pantyhose.
I looked at the three pair of pantyhose hanging on the hook on the stall door. Each pair had stretched out well and gave the indication they had recently been worn and removed. I performed a quick inspection of each pair so I would be able to ascertain what, if anything, someone might have done to them while they were in the restroom. The coffee pair had a run the length of one foot, the off-black pair had a run that began where the ultra sheer leg and reinforced panty met. The run was pretty much the entire length of the leg and the suntan pair of sheer to waist had a small hole just below the waistband with a run down the length of the panty.
I listened carefully for voices and footsteps. Once I felt certain I was alone I opened the stall door and took a peak out. I was alone. I left the suntan pantyhose hanging on the door hook while I quickly placed the coffee pair over the support rail/bar over the stall door. I exited the stall and quickly placed the off-black pair at a urinal. I pulled the panty over the urinal pipe and handle then placed the legs to each side of the urinal. I checked my watch and exited the restroom.
I headed for the snack bar and purchased a large soft-drink then took my seat. The entire time I watched the movie my mind raced with thoughts of men discovering my pantyhose and jerking their cocks off with them. I forced myself to remain seated for nearly the entire length of the movie. I checked my watch and just five minutes before the picture was to end I headed for the restroom.
Once inside I discovered the off-black pantyhose remained at the urinal but the coffee pair had been moved and were hanging from a HVAC vent. They hung from the ceiling smack dab in the center of the room. I retreated to the stall and found that someone had cum all over the suntan pantyhose. They were drenched in semen and urine. They lay in a loose pile on top of the toilet paper dispenser. White creamy cum was highly visible as was the fact that they were damp. I fumbled to find the waistband and once I did I lifted the pantyhose. They unfurled and I could see that someone had cum a massive load on them before soaking them with his piss.
Suddenly, there was the rush of men entering the restroom. I heard a couple of giggles but no one actually made a comment about the pantyhose hanging from the ceiling vent or at the urinal. The pace of men entering the restroom began to dwindle and there was silence for a few minutes before the door opened again. I could make out that two men had entered the room. One of them laughed and said “What is this… pantyhose hanging from the ceiling?” He then noticed the pantyhose at the urinal as he and his friend walked in that direction. He laughed again and said “Another pair of pantyhose… I never heard of men wearing pantyhose.” His friend finally spoke and said “My brother wears them.” The first man replied “What? Your brother wears them? Like everyday or what?” The second man said “Yeah, I guess everyday. He wore them when we were k**s and got in trouble for it and never stopped as far as I know.”
As they pissed their conversation continued. The first man asked “What happened to your brother?” The second guy was a little hesitant to share, he cleared his throat and then said “He was punished for it and if my mom found them she would cut them up.” “Huh” the first guy said in response. The second guy then volunteered “I found his stash a few times when we were k**s.” “What did you do? Did you rat him out?” the first guy asked. “No, I didn’t tell on him. I just tore them up and left them where I had found them. I figured he would know it was me who had done it and maybe it would get him to stop wearing them but it never did.” The first guy asked “Did he ever say anything to you about it?” “Nope, what could he say? That would be an admission that he was wearing pantyhose.”
As we got older, I got the idea that I wanted to try something with him.” “What was that?” said the first guy. “I bought him some pantyhose.” “What? What the FUCK! Do tell.” “I was 17 and he was 12 or 13 years old and I knew he didn’t have any pantyhose and that it had been some time since he did. So we were riding home and I needed to stop at the Rite Aid. He went in with me and I lost sight of him. I could see him in the mirrors hanging around the area where pantyhose are displayed. After a few minutes he went over to the candy aisle. I walked over to the pantyhose and grabbed two boxes of Rite Aid pantyhose.” “Why?” asked the first guy. “Well I bought them but he didn’t know it and I had the checker put them in a separate bag. We get in the car and begin driving home when I ask him if he is okay and got everything he needed. He said he was okay. So we arrive home and discover we have the house to ourselves for a couple hours. He heads off to his room and after 10 minutes or so I come to his room. I’m holding the bag with the pantyhose and I say I think you left this in the car. He tells me it isn’t his. I ask him if he is sure and he again says it’s not his. I enter the room and reach out to hand him the bag and tell him to look inside I think it may be for him. He takes the bag and looks inside and looks so embarrassed and asks if I’m trying to be an ass.
I tell him I’ve noticed he has been down and hasn’t had any pantyhose for a while and “at this point there is no trying to stop you from wearing them. You’re getting older and you’re going to do what you want.” I told him I didn’t check sizes or colors, I just grabbed two boxes. He pulls them from the bag and looks at them then says they are perfect and then asks me if I am going to rip them up later. I told him “No, that’s over but don’t tell anyone I got them for you” and he agreed.
After that, he wore pantyhose all the time in front of me when my parents weren’t home. He had no inhibitions about it and I didn’t give him a hard time about it. “What the FUCK! It didn’t bother you?” “No… he was just wearing pantyhose with track shorts and a t-shirt. It wasn’t like he was acting like a girl or raiding my mom’s closet. I have to admit he had some damned good looking legs!” “Oh shit, dude!” “Yeah, he put one of the pair I bought him on right in front of me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. His legs looked fantastic in pantyhose. I’d never actually seen him wearing them.” “Wow, that’s some crazy shit!” laughed the first guy. “When I left for college I know he was still into wearing them but now I have no idea…well, I would be surprised if he isn’t still wearing them.” The first guy suddenly realized how long they had been standing in the restroom and said “Come on, let’s get out of here man.” The entire time I was listening to this I was thinking about how much I wish I knew who his brother was and how much fun we could have had with each other.
I exited the stall and pulled the coffee pair down from the vent and stuffed them in my pocket. I went over to the off-black pair and found that they were still dry and that nothing had been done to them. I stuffed them too into my pocket. I went back to the stall and retrieved my small plastic bag from my jacket pocket. I carefully dropped the cum-dumped pantyhose inside and zipped the bag closed.
I was hungry and decided to stop at a local Pub to get something to eat. After I paid my bill I headed to the Men’s room before leaving. I pulled the cum soaked pantyhose from the bag and hung them on the hook in one of the restroom stalls. By now they wreaked of cum. Their aroma was quite musky and masculine. As I drove home I hoped the fine nylon mesh of the pantyhose caught more cum or better yet the pantyhose found a new owner.
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