Caught in Public
story by Anonymous
Like many men who like to wear hose, my interest in pantyhose began when I was in grade school. I don't remember how old I was when I first tried on a pair of my mother's pantyhose but I couldn't have been much younger than fifth grade . The first time I masturbated was in pantyhose as
well. I didn't know what I was doing at the time. I just knew that laying on my
stomach in bed and rubbing my pantyhose covered penis against the mattress felt
incredibly good.
After discovering the joys of wearing hose, I would wear
them whenever my mother would leave me home alone. However, just wearing hose
and masturbating were not apparently exciting enough for me. Many of my fantasies
involving pantyhose revolved around being caught wearing hose and humiliated by
women. Obviously, going out in public wearing hose would be one way to fulfill
this fantasy. Living in a very small town made this very difficult but on a couple
occaisions I got up the nerve to put on shorts and tan colored hose and take out
the garbage. Not very exciting but at the time I found the risk and adrenaline
rush overwhelming and spent a lot of time fantasizing about what it would be like
if one of the girls from my class would happen to walk by and see me. I also developed
a conflicted desire to have my mother catch me. I think I had hopes that she would
be understanding and accepting of my love for hose and maybe even buy them for
me. For some reason I couldn't summon up the courage to just tell her about my
fetish. She had quite a temper and I was afraid she might not understand. I don't
know if she ever knew. I was very careful. But on one occaision when I was in
high school she came within inches of catching me.
The incident occurred
one evening in the fall when my mother went ot the grocery store, leaving me home
alone. As usual, I grabbed a pair of hose from her drawer, slipped them on, and
dived under the covers of my bed--naked except for the pantyhose. There, I proceeded
to masturbate, lying on my stomach and rubbing myself against the sheets. I guess
I got so involved that I didn't hear the car pull into the driveway or the backdoor
open and close. What I did hear was my mother's footsteps heading for my room.
I quickly flipped over onto my back just as my mother entered the hallway. My
door was wide open and my bed clearly visible from the hall. She came into my
room and asked me why I was in bed. I came up with a story that I was tired and
about to take a shower. She bought it and headed back to the kitchen to unpack
the groceries while I made a beeline for the safety of the bathroom. Looking back,
I wish she had caught me. If only she had pulled the covers back or if I had not
gotten under the covers--I didn't always do so.
As I matured and grew more
interested in finding a girlfriend, I became ashamed of my fetish and tried to
repress it. I was fairly successful during the last two years of high school and
the first year of college. However, the stress of school and seeing lovely young
women in pantyhose broke down my resistence. Eventually, I worked up the nerve
to buy some hose at a convenience store. I had a story all worked out about them
being for my mother but the clerk just rang up the purchase and made change. For
awhile, just wearing those hose and masturbating satisfied me. Then one night,
when I was feeling particularly daring, I decided to go out and walk around campus
in my shorts and tan-colored hose. There wasn't much chance of anyone noticing
as it was dark and I didn't go inside any buildings. However, there were some
relatively well-lit areas around the student union. There was a girl waiting for
the bus in one of those areas and as I approached I noticed that she gave me a
quisical look with her eyes jumping from my legs to my face then back to my legs.
I kept walking and didn't look back. The realization that she had noticed turned
me on immensely. I immediately developed an erection and masturbated furiously
when I got back to my room.
From that night on, I was hooked on the idea
of wearing hose in public and getting women to notice. However, creating a situation
in which they will notice and react is not as easy as it sounds. In order to achieve
my desires, I had to take greater and greater risks. Eventually I moved from wearing
tan-colored hose at night to wearing black hose and tights during the day. I visited
grocery stores, shopping malls, pranced past sorority houses, anywhere that I
thought there might be a lot of girls to see me. Over the years I've found the
mall to be the best place. It's indoors--good for summer and winter--and people
tend to walk around in circles, making it easier to position oneself to be seen.
Reactions vary wildly. First there are the people who don't notice. You would
be amazed how unobservant many people are. Next, there's the group that just stares
or looks at you like you're from Mars. Third are the girls who look at you and
start giggling. Finally, there are the rare situations in which they actually
stop and talk to you. As far as I'm concerned, the last two situations are the
best.
I crave the humiliation of women laughing at me and at the same
time I also enjoy it when they're curious and ask me questions. The questions
usually go along these lines: Why are you wearing pantyhose? Do you wear a bra
too? Where did you get your hose? Are you gay? That last one is very unfortunate
but very common. For some reason many members of our society are unable or unwilling
to understand that clothing and sexual preference are unrelated. Yes, I know I
seem conflicted. On one hand I want women to laugh at me. At the same time I want
them to be nice to me and accepting of my desire to wear hose. One group that
does seem to be generally accepting are the sales clerks in lingerie stores and
hosiery departments. I always wear hose when I go out to buy them, just to make
sure they know the hose are for me. I would say that over 70% of the time, the
clerks are helpful and understanding. They'll ask me questions such as what size
do I wear and what shade or style am I looking for. The other 30% are just indifferent,
which is sad.
I suspect there are many men into hose out there who have
never mustered the courage to go out in public. My advice is to go for it. Although
some men have been beligerent in their comments, I have never felt threatened.
I was asked to leave a store once but since then I've walked past police and many,
many security guards without incident. Wearing hose is not illegal. If you are
worried about people noticing, wear tan-colored hose and do so in the summer when
everyone else is wearing shorts too. Most people will not notice.
Story posted by Anonymous
on Friday, February 01, 2008 @ 16:19:10 PST
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