At first, I missed stockings when women started wearing tights (what we call pantyhose here in the UK). But then, seeing all these wonderful legs around me as skirts got shorter and shorter developed my interest pretty quickly!

I started going to secondary school in 1966, and while some girls at school still wore stockings, tights were starting to appear as skirts got shorter. When I was in my third year, aged 14 or 15, a biology teacher called Mrs Jarvis, wore very short mini skirts to school, and shiny tan tights. One time she stood on a stool to get something from a shelf and I saw right up her skirt, to her little white knickers under her tan tights. I was close enough to touch her legs.

Round about the same time, my mother, who was then only in her mid 30s, started wearing shorter skirts and her legs were on display all the time. She was always a shapely woman, red haired, quite tall, and very shapely. Around the house I used to feel excited seeing her legs, hoping for a glimpse up her skirt whenever she sat down, or bent forward. Initially, I was aware of being excited by seeing her legs in tights, and lying awake, sleepless and really turned on, just thinking about her and her legs in shiny hose. The idea of relieving my desires through masturbation never occurred to me – or, rather, it did, but I felt too guilty about doing it, so I was in torture a lot of the time, unable to relieve the feelings. My parents were church-goers and I was brought up Christian, so my sexual desires and my hose fetish has always been linked with feelings of guilt.

One time, though, I remember giving in and borrowing a pair of her tan pantyhose and a pair of black French knickers mum wore, pulled them on me, and lay back on her bed. I rubbed myself through her tights, looking at myself in her bedroom mirror. I imagined her wearing this stuff. I felt jealous of my dad, who could touch her legs whenever he liked. My dad could, if he wanted – and probably did – rip a hole in the crotch of her tights, and fuck her through them. I imagined rubbing myself against mum’s nyloned thighs all night long. I imagined spurting my cum over her nyloned thighs, reipling her tights open and shoving my cock up inside her and riding her four hour after our, making her squeal and moan while I shot load after load into her. Particularly, I wanted to cum on her legs and backside in nylons.

I know that I’ve cum in countless pairs of tights and countless tissues thinking about my mother in tights.

I also love teenage girls in tights. Seeing the girls in the streets now with short skirts and black opaque tights, or shiny tan ones, or patterned ones, drives me insane. Over the years I’ve tried different techniques to gratify my desires. I’ve used a pocket mirror to peek up women’s skirts while behind them on escalators. I’ve used a video camera to take secret upskirt shorts. And masturbated continuously.

I’ve also been lucky enough to have girlfriends who’ve worn tights for me while I have sex with them, or jerk off on their legs.

I love all of it.

Love to chat to other fetishists: johnny955@hotmail.com