Nylons & Lingerie fetish how you got started

[oldsalt]

I have loved stockings and pantyhose since a young boy.Wen I was 11 or 12, my best friend and I became friends with a new kid in town. He was older than us. We had a secret "clubhouse" in the woods where we used to go and smoke cigarettes we stole from our parents. We had no interest in girls at that time. Our new friend introduced us to masturbation by demonstrating on me and then having me do it to my friend while he watched. He also had us steal underwear from our mothers - mostly stockings and garter belts (they still wore them at that time). Then he had us wear the stockings, etc. while we played with each other. Eventually he introduced us to oral sex and I liked the taste! Although I went on to have successful relationships with girls/women, it was difficult to make the switch originally and I did develop a fetish for stockings and cross dressing!

[Roger Ramjet]

Hmm, so I'm not the only one! I'd say about 5 years old it all started for me! I remember stealing my mothers tightsand wearing them as a small boy. I also remember having a recurring dream about fishnets from an early age although I think it's shiny tan hose for me now. It certainly is a deeply powerful emotion/urge, also related to girls covered in oil and shaven girls I'm sure. I suppose a phsyciatrist would tell you why.

[9for7]

When I was young girdles were the norm. My lifelong fetish started with our pretty nextdoor neighbor. A short rotund beauty with enormous breasts. my bedroom overlooked her yard and I used to watch her hanging out her girdles and longline bras after washing. Imagining her wearing them was my first and probably most exciting masterbatory fantasy. Been hooked on women wearing them ever since.

[silky73]

Hi all!

I guess the first thing that got me into women's lingerie when I was around 10 or 11 years old. Specifically back at school in my day when slips or underskirts as I like to call them... being from the U.K, where worn all the time. The teachers, the students all wore them back then, and it was a visual treat seeing them so innocently back then too.

I remember my form tutor (and chemistry teacher), at my senior school wore them quite frequently and got to see a good peek or two. The outfits she wore where so captivating... proper demure and lady like. One morning, we were all sat in assembly, and usually the students sat on the floor whilst the teachers sat on stools or benches. Well I got a visual fest one morning, as were I was sat, my form tutor entered the hall, and she was wearing a wavy black pleated skirt which came down past her knees, and white blouse. I can still see her now, the way the skirt moved with a swishing effect in the breeze. Then she sat down on the bench right next to were I was sitting, and as she sat down, she her legs parted, and I was able to see right up her skirt for about 10 seconds whilst she sorted herself out. She was wearing a white underskirt, which had about 2 inches of lace, and was most likely silky too. It was a gorgeous sight, and all throughout assembly, I just could not resisit looking back behind me to look at her crossed legs, and the way her skirt was draped over her legs revealing her underskirt.

This was just one occasion I had on viewing my favourite teachers underwear. Even since then, I have occasionally thought of her to get arroused.

I have always had a thing for slips and underskirts, especially viewing them under a woman's skirt or dress, and most likely always will. Being married now, my wife know what I like... and even let me take the odd picture too. She's great

Anybody else here who thinks like I do, let me know

Silky73

[thunderfly]

I definitely have a stockings/nylon fetish. I think, as a boy, a sign for me that a female was actually a woman (as opposed to a girl) and therefore sexually mature was the fact that she wore nylons and not socks. The look of a female's legs in nylon absolutely fascinated me (and still does). The way the nylon 'darkens' at the edges of the curve and is lighter when viewed full on is what accentuates the curves of the leg (this is more apparent in sheer nylon) and makes it look erotic. I can remember longing to touch a woman's nylon covered leg as a youngster and wondered what it must feel like. The very fact that stockings can be left on during sex (as opposed to tights which would just get in the way) filled me with wonder and excitement and I just could not wait to experience this. Seeing film posters of Liza Minnelli in Cabaret when I was about 12, where she boldly stood there in a bowler hat and black stockings was a treat for a young boy.

[silky73]

As also mentioned in this thread, I have a serious thing for underskirts or slips. I can remember way back to my early years, remembering seeing up teachers skirts, and also my Mothers a few times.

She had a quite a collection on slips and skirts too, and I will admit now, that I occasionally, when nobody else was at home, sneeked into her bedroom, and tried on her slips and skirts. I can remember 2 skirts she had, one was a white pleated skirt and the other was a black full skirt which was quite wavy.

The sheer feeling I had on wearing the silky white half slip under the skirt felt gorgeous. I had to try on a pair of knickers too to get the full feeling, and it was lovely. I posed in front of a mirror, raising the skirt up, and I got so aroused. I used to place a mirror on the floor, to get the full view up my skirt too... lovely.

If anybody else here has done this, let me know your stories too, and we can share memories.

Be safe

[sixo]

I suppose it all began it the late 1970’s. The original days of innocence were about to change forever.
Mail order catalogues were essential for most households in the UK to purchase various requirements allowing mums, families etc to pay for these items at a later date. Many kids pulled out the hefty tome and flicked through the shiny pages of different toys and onto newly marketed electronic gadgets that seemed to be in their infancy back then. During one of these searches I found the women’s underwear section not known to me then as Lingerie. As I scanned the pages of semi clad models posing in high waist briefs and brassiere’s strange stirrings were happening. My little prick had grown and I found myself in a unique state, not knowing whether to enjoy or run for help. The feeling was good both physically and mentally. Early juices flowed through my sensory nerves.
Every now and then I would venture into my lingerie dream slyly moving the catalogue to my bedroom usually whilst alone in the house, flicking through and studying the forms at great lengths. It was also apparent to me that although I was taken in by the female form stronger surges reacted as I eyed the garments in the book. I now know that I read significantly better because of studying the descriptions of the items for sale. Every different item I wanted to know about and what its purpose was on a women’s body, did it tighten, hold in, shape, lift, cross your heart? I read it all and was fascinated by it all. Different depth of panties covering the derriere fully, sheer synthetics stretched across hips, joyous shapes of paneling to hold in the midriff, elastic straps with metal clasps to hold those filmy nylon stockings up and in place. All in front of me to ogle at when needs must. The most annoying thing was that this book should have been one massive lingerie catalogue and that it had other items to buy was a tragedy. Even the names of the garments sounded good to me Doreen, Miss Mary of Sweden, Triumph and Gossard to name but a few, they all seemed quite liberating as if they were setting the person wearing them free but most likely it’s good advertising.
A few months passed by and as I garnered personal satisfaction from the books I yearned for the real thing. Nervous of intrusion but equally very excited at the prospect of touching a pair of smooth shiny panties I entered my parents bedroom again alone in the house. Not knowing where these items were kept I first came across a drawer with blouses, vests and other nice fabrics belonging to my mother. The next drawer opened up a world of unique joy that would continue with me to this day, the underwear drawer. I carefully pulled out a few items, quickly remembering how they were laid out so not to raise suspicion the next time my mother came to get something, which I imagine, was every day. The style was large and mainly panty girdle style, holding and shaping her figure. These pants manufactured throughout the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s were the real deal and made of very high grade fabrics newly designed to stretch and accommodate the female form. Considerable amounts were spent on the development of the girdle, panty girdle and corsellette as new materials mixed with Nylon, Viscose and elastic came from a scientific background. The drawer was not full of panty girdles but also flimsier panties manufactured from thinner material that allowed more stretch. I loved these too. Among the pants were brassiere’s of which the strapping caught my attention, I also closely checked out the cups and fastenings at the back. Of all the items the really small things catch my eye, and to this day I’m still a sucker for good detail, beautifully sewn on bows, intricate lattice work where a length of coloured ribbon weaves in and out of the design and fine toothed stitching sets off the best pairs.
I visited often to get my kicks, picking up items and feeling the material, remembering the texture and colours, then sneaking back to my room to masturbate. One afternoon it suddenly it dawned on me that I needed to feel these items on my skin and this thought gave me a terrific erection. I gleaned a favourite pair and took them to the security of my room and slowly slid my jeans and pants down. Holding the sheer lilac material of the back of the panties against my cock was one of the highlights of growing up. The feel of the gossamer material and the sight of the lacy front design which I imagined that it allowed wispy pubes to stick out of the holes as the design based around the shape of the pussy made my cum explode from me in seconds. Luckily I’d moved the underwear away from the blast zone or the situation might’ve turned very difficult. How do you explain a slight stain or slightly damp pair of knickers after being washed and returned to an underwear drawer, after all I couldn’t wash and hang dry those items in plain view? I never fantasized about my mother even though she owned these items, the panties were an extension of my fantasy and usually were belonging to girls a little bit older than me like prefects at school or sixth formers, someone with a smidgen of authority. I was also acutely aware of the trespass involved in taking things from my mum’s drawers but mostly this would heighten my state of mind at the time, being a little more risqué. Another thing continually in my mind was the guilt of this seemingly abhorrent behavior which would have been deemed shameful if caught in the act. I devised plans to get what I could from these ventures but became very secretive so nobody in the family would know of what went on.
Some days I would be thinking about the stuff and soon I tried wearing knickers for masturbatory purposes. The first time I wore them was as a regular item looping the holes over my feet and slowly pulling them up over my thighs and onto my cock and balls. My hand automatically ran over the material across my hardened member then gently around my balls. The smooth material on my skin sending pulses of electricity through my body. I’d just have to get them pulled down just a little before my spunk rose and spurted onto my stomach not daring to let any juice onto them. I ventured into my sister’s drawers around this time only to be put off at the underwear selection. The items just didn’t do for me, mainly cotton orientated and severe 70’s designs. As I grew a little older I regularly thought and tried to catch glimpses of what the female gender wore under their skirts, jeans, blouses etc. so summertime was an ideal time to see what was on offer. I wandered around the town with my mates but took an interest in what folks were wearing and if there was anything on show, y’know the odd bra-strap, maybe VPL? that kind of thing.
I continued for a while with panties, girdles and other waist hugging underwear, but soon got the urge to improvise with other feminine things. Sliding into a pair of tights for the first time was a real turn on and there is something definitely horny about being encased in nylon. Pitfalls came with wearing tights (although I prefer the American term of pantyhose) as the material can easily ladder which doesn’t sit well with a young lad. How to fix this issue? In the end I just threw them away as if I’d of put them back they might’ve been noticed that they weren’t put away in that state and suspicion may have arisen. I very much doubt if my mum noticed any of the alterations in her underwear drawer as she was a busy woman working to keep the family. Anyways the tights in that particular drawer were legion, so one pair wouldn’t be missed. Even though the tights felt great across my legs, bottom and other bits I’d use them for the material feel under my bedclothes as the sight was very off-putting. For one you look ridiculous (some guys get off on that I know, but not really my style.) and two the 70’s had the most horrific coloured tights and nylons ever, American tan and various shades of brown, hardly a horny tone. Well not too me. Brassiere’s also came in to bed and adorned my skin and sometimes they were filled with extra bits of clothing to appear as titties, hands cupping the material and squeezing the false boobs as I came quickly with the naughtiness of it. I would look at the pictures in the catalogue and then try to find a similar item from my mum’s drawers and imagine myself wearing it while the model in the picture looked on. This moved on to authorative girls and woman forcing me to wear my panties for humiliation after being caught taking them.

sixo

[daves69]

Originally Posted by daves69

Someone asked me how this ended. I wish it had been a happy ending but it was not. One day I took along a plastic bag in my pocket and borrowed two pairs of her used knickers which I enjoyed to the full back home in my bedroom. Heaven. Next day I went back intending to return them to the basket but it was empty, his Mom having done the washing. She was waiting for me when I left the bathroom having sent my friend out on an errand. I still remember what she said: "You have some things of mine, I believe." My face bright red I handed over the plastic bag. "Did you mess them?" she said, taking them out of the bag. I said "No" as she looked them over. Then she told me to get out of the house and I never went back. My friend never knew why.

So where did it go from here? Well, at college I lusted after the best friend of my girlfriend and had the luck to be left alone in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend. Straight to the laundry hamper! There were plenty of used nylon knickers in there of various sexy shapes and sizes, all of them with well stained gussets. Heaven I thought. But then I realized where the stains had come from - cream pies! That put me off used knicks for life unless I knew there was no man around. My friend's mother was divorced and I am sure there had only been her in her knickers.

[bill_the_cat]

...when I was 9'ish years old?

Once or twice she dressed me like a girl, the whole 9 yards, including hosiery. Even that young, I loved the feeling of nylons on my skin to the point that later on, I bugged my sister and mom into letting me play with nylons a couple of times. Looking back, I'm surprised they let me do that...but I also remember the awkwardness of the situation which made me stop on my own. Even worked up the nerve to ask my sister to dress me up again one time....but she declined.

When I recently looked at pictures of myself from those years, all I could think about was how that the "programing" had been changed in that little boy's head already...how someone so young was already having those kinds of thoughts. That three or four years later in Jr. High School, that little boy would be obsessing at peaking at the legs of teachers and fellow students who happened to be wearing hosiery that day. Or stealing the used pantyhose from the art class's project supplies box (that the thick legged blond teacher who wore skirts/hose which I always tried to peek up, had provided for her class) for use in private at home...

Then there was that girl in my Civics class who always wore a dress, hose and strappy sandals (with wood heels) on Thursdays. I always positioned myself to sit in the row next to her and once seat behind, giving me an unobstructed and discrete view of her nylon encased feet and calves.

[Adam West]

My fetish has always been RHT nylon stockings on women. I was a boy in the 60s when they were at their height. Just loved the feel of them on women's feet and the look was awesome too.

While I can thank the Swedish Erotica films of the 70s and 80s for fueling the fire, special thanks goes to my Aunt Pam, who wore them religiously up until about 1985. She's my dad's step-sister and when she would get home from work or school, she would come home, take off her shoes and leave her nyloned feet out in the open. I was about 4 and decided to touch them and to my surprise, she let me hug, hold and touch her feet. She thought it fun.

Later (when visiting my grandparents), I was there with her when her boyfriend came over and they went upstairs. I heard noises I had never heard before, so I went upstairs quietly and saw the door was open a crack and there's her bf, banging away with Aunt Pam's feet and legs in the air and she's still wearing her nylons.

Unfortunately after that, she got married and moved away and playing with her feet never happened again--BUT I remember one time I was supposed to wake her up after a nap about a dozen years later (I'm 16 then) and she was on the couch--wearing RHT stockings. I woke her up and she took her foot and rubbed it on my stomach saying with a wicked smile "Remember when you used to play with these?"

I'm sure she saw my boner, but I (stupidly) diffused the situation saying "Yeah, but I'm grown now."

I probably could have gotten away with it. Aunt Pam loved to fuck (probably still does in her 60s) and she wasn't blood. I wonder if she still wears them?

Anyway, I still love that woman even though she's about 20 pounds overweight now and an alcoholic.