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Archive name: hose.txt (mf, cd)
Authors name: Harry Micheals (unknown address)
Story title : PANTYHOSE

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1. High school didn't start out as my favorite time in
life, for I had no friends to speak of. The guys at
school didn't like me because I was a wimpy nerd, and I
was much too afraid of women to even speak with them,
let alone date one. That didn't stop me from falling in
love with almost every pretty girl I set my eyes on,
however. This combination caused my high school years to
be a time of much personal emotional turmoil.

 I was a traditional latchkey kid, as my father had left
us when I was a small child and my mother had taken a
night job nursing at a local hospital.  Afternoons I
would head straight home from school and find myself in
front of the television. Like most boys my age, I was
coping with puberty, and I found that the Nair and Leggs
commercials they played all afternoon a real treat.

 One day while doing the laundry I decided to try on a
pair of my mothers' white nurse tights, and I found a
whole new world of fun. The way the tights felt on my
legs was so natural, I never wanted to take them off. I
ended up spending all afternoon in them, and eventually
went to bed with them on. 

 The next morning my mother woke me up by calling me out
to breakfast. I regretfully slid off her tights, threw
on a pair of shorts, and ran to the kitchen. Mom was
sitting at the table eating her food, still wearing her
nurses uniform.

 "Good morning, Jim. Have a good night?" She asked.

 I tried to hide my smirk, "Yeah, I slept really well."

 "I came in to check on you when I got home this morn-
ing. You were wearing a pair of my tights. Why?"

 I sat in silence and looked at my cereal.

 "I used to dress you up as a girl when you were
younger. I always wanted a girl, but your father hated
it when I dressed you up. If you like wearing those
tights, you can keep them. I have way too many pairs
anyway." She smiled.

 I gave her a questioning look, "You really don't mind?"
I asked.  She laughed her it's-seven-in-the-morning-and-
I'm-tired laugh and said "If I said don't, would that
stop you? Wear the tights if you want to, but I can't
see how you stand it with all that hair on your legs."

 We went on eating breakfast and talked about her night
at work until I had to get ready for school, and she
went to bed. That day I couldn't help noticing all the
girls that wore hose to school, and quickly got both
aroused and jelaous. When I got home I quickly slipped
into my white tights, then I noticed what mom had been
talking about. Instead of my legs looking sleek and
white, skraggly bits of hair were pointing out every-
where.

 The next morning I walked down to breakfast in my
tights. Mom was at the table eating her breakfast again.

 "Mom," I asked, "would you show me how to shave my
legs?"  She smiled at her bowl of cereal, "See, I told
you so. I'm sorry, Jim, but I don't have another day
off till the weekend. You'll have to wait."

 I looked at the clock, "I don't have to be a school
for over an hour. Will you show me now?"

 "You want to wear your tights to school, don't you?"
She asked, "Go draw some bathwater, hon, and I'll be
there in a minute."

 I was waiting in the bathtub when she walked in. As
she showed me how to avoid nicks and cuts she laid down
some rules.

 "You realize you'll have to wear jeans to school from
now on." I nodded my head. "I'll let you have another
pair or two of tights, and I want them washed every time
after you wear them. And you'll have to wear sweats in
jym class, this bikini-style shave you're getting would
stand out in shorts."

 The cold chill I felt as I got out of the bathtub was
like nothing I had felt before. Mom handed me some lot-
ion and as I rubbed it on my legs I noticed just how
smooth they felt. Mom went to her dresser and took out
a new pair of tights. "Put these on and put your other
pair in with the dirty clothes." She said.

 As I started to stuff the first leg in my mother
stopped me.

 "You're doing it all wrong. You could get a run that
way. Here, watch me." She sat on her bed and took off
her shoes and tights. She gathered the right leg into
a ball, slid her foot in, then slowly worked it up and
over her knee. As I followed along, I noticed the tights
slid across my legs much easier, and I quickly became
aroused.

 Blushing, I turned away from mom and mumbled, "I think
I've got it now, thanks. I'd better finish getting ready
for school now."

 That day in school was wonderful. Even though I had to
wear jeans over my tights, I felt much more comfortable
and alot more happy.

2. The first month of my junior year had flown by, and
not a single day had gone by that I didn't wear a pair
of tights under my jeans (besides jym days). While this
made me quite happy, it didn't do any wonders for my
social life, either. My only friend was in my first hour
class. Jenny sat right next to me, and even though she
was the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most
gorgeous girl in school, she talked with me -a nerd- as
if I was one of her best friends. This worked out well,
for I could hardly keep my eyes off of her. Jenny didn't
seem to have anything but dresses and skirts in her 
wardrobe, and almost every day her beautiful legs would
be shown off in some type of hose. Despite my constant
staring, we talked a lot and helped each other out in
class, and when it came time to pair up for a report,
Jenny picked me.

 Thursday after school I met Jenny at her locker because
we were going to her house to work on the report. As we
walked to her house a car of football jocks drove up to
talk with her.

 "Jenny! Who's the geek?" They laughed. "Want to go with
us for some pizza?"

 "No," She frowned, "I'm going to work on my history
report with Jim. I'll see you guys at the game tomor-
row."

 "Sure. Bye, Jenny." They sped away. "See ya, geek!"

 Jenny shook her head, "Sorry about that. Those guys
don't seem to have a brain between them."

 We both laughed and kept on walking. When we got to her
house, Jenny told me she lived on the second floor,
which consisted of her bedroom, a bathroom, and a spare
bedroom she used for a study. We got some drinks and
headed up to the spare room.

 Jenny threw down her books and slipped off her pumps.

 "You get things set up, I'm going to go get out of this
dress," She said and ran off.

 I was reading a history book when Jenny walked back in
wearing a sleeveless white sweater, a flowered skirt,
the same suntan hose she was wearing before, and a pair
of black flats. She sat down next to me and I could do
nothing but stare.

 "So what's first?" She asked while I was trying to move
my attention to my glass of water. I didn't do so well
and ended up spilling the whole thing on me.

 Jenny ran to her bathroom and came back with a towel
quickly enough to save the carpet, but my jeans weren't
so lucky. They were soaked in the crotch and all the way
down the right leg.

 "It'll be allright," I said, quite emberassed.

 "Nonsense. Go to the bathroom and take those off while
I get something for you to wear."

 I went in the bathroom, took off my shoes and the
soaked jeans, and stood there in my damp white tights
wondering what to do. The door popped open and Jennys'
arm reached in with a hot pink pair of running shorts.

 "Sorry about the color," she apologized, "but they're
the only clean pair of shorts I have, the rest I keep at
school for gym."

 I peeled off my tights, dried off and pulled on her
shorts. I stuffed the tights into my right shoe, picked
my wet jeans up and stepped outside. Jenny grabbed the
jeans and threw them in her dirty clothes hamper.

 "Lets get these in the wash," she said, "do those
shorts fit okay?"

 "Fine, thanks," was all I could manage.

 The clotheswasher and dryer were in the basement, and
the cold cement floor chilled my bare feet, so I sat on
the stairs while Jenny put the clothes in the washer and
took a clean load out of the dryer. She handed me the
basket and I started up the stairs.

 "Let's put those clothes up and then get started on the
report." She said from behind me. "You have beautiful
legs, Jim. Do you shave them?"

 I almost dropped the basket.

 "Umm, yeah." I peeped.

 "Lots of guys on the swim team do that." She said, as
she could tell I was getting nervous.

 In her room we dumped the clothes on her bed and
started to fold them. The clothes she had were so much
more frilly than the ones mom wore, and I ended up
taking my time with everything just to get a good look
at them. Jenny grabbed her nylon bag and emptied it out
in front of her. As she picked up the first pair of
pantyhose to straighten them out, I couldn't help but
stare, and she noticed.

 "Jim," she set the hose down, "I notice that you look
at me alot in school, especially my legs. Do you find me
that attractive?"

 "Of course!" I blurted out. "I mean, you always dress
so feminine. I can appreciate that."

 She laughed and put her hand on my leg. "Jim, I know
you wear tights to school. You should wear socks if you
want to hide it. I don't think anybody else has found
out, but I notice stuff like that."

 I blushed and started to get up, but Jenny pushed me
back down. "Don't worry," she said, "I understand. I
love to wear hose too, you know. Where do you get them?"

 "My mom's a nurse." I said. "She always has an extra
pair around."

 "That would explain why you always wear white. I
thought you were wearing some tights today. What did you
do with them?"

 I blushed. "I stuffed them in my shoe. They were soaked
too."

 Jenny picked up the hose she was holding before. They
were suntan sheer to the waist, just like the pair she
had on.

 "Have you ever worn pantyhose?" She asked. "They feel
a lot better than tights. Here, go put these on, they'll
go well with those running shorts."


3. I was so exited I practically yanked the pantyhose
out of Jennys' hand and ran to the bathroom. I took off
her shorts and sat down at her vanity, grabbing some
lotion from the sink counter to help put them on. As I
slid each leg through the silky hose I was amazed at
how light and smooth they felt, and I was very happy I
had shaved my legs the night before. I slipped the hose
over my waist and went to the wall mirror to admire my
legs, and as I stood there rubbing them together when
Jenny walked in.

 I grabbed her pink running shorts and started to put
them on when she stopped me.

 "Hold on, I have a better idea." It was then I noticed
the white summer dress she had brought in with her. "Try
this on instead. You're about my size, maybe a little
taller, so it should fit."

 I pulled my t-shirt off and stepped into the dress
while Jenny buttoned up the back for me. It was a feel-
ing I can't forget as I stood in front of the mirror
smiling, with the frilly skirt brushing against my
pantyhose covered thighs.

 I turned and gave Jenny a big hug, saying "This is so
much fun!"

 "We're not finished yet." She said.

 We went downstairs to her parents' room, but I was
hesitant.

 "It's okay. My parents both work in the city. They
won't be home for another couple of hours."

 She led me into her mothers' huge walk in closet,
packed with different dresses, business suits, as well
as over a hundred pairs of shoes.

 "What size shoe do you wear?" Jenny asked.

 "An eight and a half in mens."

 "My mom wears these mens tennis shoes around the house.
They're a size nine.  Her shoes might be a little big
for you, but they'll be better than my size six."

 Jenny picked up a pair of light pink mid-heel pumps and
set them in front of me.

 "Step into these and walk around. See how they feel."
She said as she helped me around the closet. I almost
fell.

 She grabbed some off-white low heels and handed them
to me. "Maybe you should get used to these first."

 I tried them on and did much better. Feeling good, I
walked out of the closet and around the room a bit.
Remembering the hose commercials I had seen on tele-
vision, I stopped and reached down to my right ankle
right above my heel, tugged lightly on my hose and
slowly smoothed them up over my knee and on up my thigh.
As I repeated the process for my left leg I heard Jenny
whistle.

 "Just like a professional tease!" She laughed. "Come
over to the vanity and lets do something with your
hair."

 I walked over and sat down while Jenny began brushing
my shoulder-length hair. I nearly had a heart attack
when Jennys' mother walked into the room.

 "Hi mom," Jenny said as her mom strode into the walk-in
closet.

 "Don't you girls have enough clothes of your own to
wear?" Her mom called out.

 Jenny whispered in my ear, "Just cross your legs and
play along."

 My heart raced as I slid my silky right thigh tight
over my left knee, adjusting my skirt to compensate.

 "Julie here was just trying on some of your shoes,"
Jenny giggled, "she doesn't have a single pair of heels
at home."

 Her mother stepped out of the closet wearing a short
black coctail dress, black stockings, and black leather
three inch heels.

 "Your father and I are having dinner in town tonight,"
she said to Jenny, "I only had enough time to come home
and change."

 She walked to the bed and put her left leg up as she
pulled the short skirt of her dress to her waist, ad-
justing the straps on her garter belt. Sitting in the
chair like a proper young lady, I still couldn't help
but enjoy the show as I watched in the mirror. Jenny
turned around to look.

 "Plan on getting lucky tonight?" She asked.

 "Jenny!" her mother shouted. "Well, just don't expect
us home early tonight."

 Finishing with her garter belt, Jennys' mother stepped
over to her dresser, grabbed a set of earrings, and came
over to the vanity. Jenny quickly brushed my hair over
and into my face, brushing away madly. Her mother stood
behind her putting in her earrings and primping her
hair.

 "Julie, I don't think I've met you before." Her mother
said as she looked down. "You have legs I would kill
for! Sorry I don't have time to get to know you tonight,
but why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow night?"

 "Mom," Jenny came to my rescue, "I have a game tomorrow
night."

 Or maybe not my rescue.

 "Could she come and stay over on Saturday instead?"

 "I don't see why not. I've got to get going now. You
girls have fun, but put my shoes back from where you got
them."

 Jennys' mother grabbed her purse and headed for the
door, "It was nice meeting you, Julie, I'll see you on
Saturday."

 "Bye." Was all I could peep out.

 As we listened for her mothers' car to pull out of the
driveway, I turned to face Jenny.

 "What was that all about? Your mother thinks I'm a girl
now! I can't stay over on Saturday!" I panicked.

 "Calm down," Jenny said, "I thought you liked to play
dress-up. You passed as a girl today. With a little
makeup and the right moves, you'll have no problem
passing on Saturday."

 She had me convinced by the time we got my jeans out
of the dryer. It was time for me to head home, so I
pulled on my jeans and Jenny unbuttoned my dress. As
I pulled my shirt on Jenny came up to me and gave me
a long, passionate kiss.

 "Jenny," I stopped her, "why me? I mean, why are you
being so nice?"

 "Because nobody really wants to be my friend. All the
girls are jeleous and the guys are jerks. You're every-
thing I could want. We talk, we dress up, and we have
fun together just like two sisters, but I don't feel
like I'm in competition with you. You're sweet, Jim, and
besides, you're about the only person I know that likes
pantyhose as much as I do."

 We made plans to meet Saturday morning, and soon I was
on my way. As I walked down her driveway, I noticed the
rythmic clip-clop of my heels and realized I was still
wearing her mothers' shoes! I turned around to see Jenny
standing on the porch holding my shoes in one hand, my
tights in the other.

 "Forget something?" She taunted.

 As we went back inside, Jenny handed me my shoes.

 "You can keep my pantyhose, Jim, but Saturday we'll
have to do some shopping. I can't have you wearing my
dresses and my mothers' shoes all the time."

 I could hardly wait. I gave Jenny a big kiss, told her
I'd see her tomorrow, and headed home.
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