White pantyhose and dangling heels

I had a girlfriend in college who loved to wear pantyhose, and I didn’t even need to encourage it. She kept her pantyhose in a lingerie bag in her dresser drawer, and she had the entire spectrum of colors.

I bartended at the off campus bar, and she usually sat at the end of the bar when I worked. I used to love stealing glimpses of her legs when she was sitting on the barstool dangling her shoe from her stocking toes. She would pop her heel out of the shoe and dangle it from the tips of her toes while she sipped on daiquiris.

I loved when she wore white pantyhose. She usually wore dark red polish on her toes, and the polish showed through her white pantyhose, even with reinforced toes. When we would go back to her apartment after I got off work, she would be sitting on the bed, still dangling her shoe. I’d come out of the shower in my towel and get down on my knees in front of her to start working my way up her body, starting at her toes.

I must have been the first guy to have ever kissed her feet and legs like that, because the first time that I ever did it, her entire body was shaking. She really enjoyed it, and got to the point where she shove all of her stocking toes in my mouth and tell me to suck when I was down at her feet. She would direct me when she wanted me to start working my way up her pantyhosed legs.

The best for me was when she would put me on my back and put her nylon covered pussy right on my mouth and tell me to lick her through her nylon. She liked to feel the warmth of my breath through the nylon. When she was ready to climb onto my cock, she’d peel off her pantyhose and gag me with them while she rode my cock to orgasm.

Busted by my sister and her friend

I arrived home from college a few days after my sister got back home from her East Coast university. She was a junior that year, and I was home for Christmas break my freshman year. My sister, Stephanie, worked at the mall over Christmas break. She always did better in school than me, and she always tormented me when we were growing up. I ended up developing a foot fetish because of her wrestling me down and putting her stinky feet in my face. She wouldn’t let me up until I kissed them, and then she’d get up and walk away laughing.

Thanks to my sister, I’ve been searching out girl’s socks, pantyhose and shoes to sniff while I masturbate. I’ve gotten strange looks from girlfriends for being preoccupied with their feet. But being home for break that Christmas, I ended up sneaking my sister’s day-old pantyhose that she wore to work with her black boots. The damn things were just too tempting to pass up. She would leave her pantyhose on the floor in front of her dresser when she got home from work, and I would grab the day-old pantyhose as soon as she left for work the next day and get them back on the floor in front of her dresser before she got back home.

One afternoon, I was alone in the house and didn’t hear my sister come home early from work. I was in my room with the door closed, but unlocked, laying on the floor with a pair of my sister’s smelly pantyhose up to my face sniffing away. My cock was like a tent pole in my pants. I didn’t hear the door to my room open, but I did shoot straight up when I heard my sister’s voice cry out, “EWWWWWWWWWWW!” And then there was laughter from another voice that I hadn’t heard for a few years; it was Steph’s friend Kelly. Steph was definitely not happy to see her brother with his nose buried in her pantyhose, but Kelly couldn’t seem more amused by the sight of me.

Steph walked over to me and jerked the pantyhose out of my hands and came close to slapping me in the face. She told Kelly that I always had been a foot sniffer, ever since I was little. Kelly laughed some more when Steph told her about how she used to hold me down with her feet in my face until I kissed them. I was still sitting on the floor of my room through all of this. Kelly walked behind me and started lightly kicking me with her boots while Steph was telling the story. And while Steph was yelling at me and telling me what a pervert I was, Kelly sat on my bed and put her boots in my lap. Steph told Kelly that if she took her boot off, she’d probably see what a foot freak her brother was.

Steph turned on her heel and left my room cursing under her breath, but Kelly was still sitting on my bed with her boots in my lap. Then she told me to unzip her boot. I almost came in my jeans when she told me to do this. When her boot was off, she shoved her stocking foot in my face and pressed my head back down to the floor. She started laughing as I started sniffing her stocking toes and pressed her other booted foot down on my stiff cock. She could tell that I could cum at the slightest touch. She stood up and told me to roll over onto my stomach, and she walked around me until her foot was right under my face. With my nose pressing against the top of her toes, she told me to hump the floor. It must have taken 2 or 3 humps before I let out a moan and she knew that I came in my underwear and pants. She just picked up her boot and went to my sister’s room.

Pantyhose Raid

Attending a Jesuit college where the separation of the sexes in the dorms was a priority, it always took a little creativity to make it into the girls dorm after hours. Whether it was crawling in through a window, having a dorm key slipped to you at the campus bar, or getting in cozy with the girl who kept the student ID’s at the front door, I usually found a way in to a particular girl’s room after hours.

During our “Last Blast” party just prior to final exams, I had decided that the campus apartment that I shared with 6 other guys was just a bit too trashed to safely crash there for the night. So, I used the dorm key left to me by one of my girlfriends on the softball team to go and crash in one of their rooms in the girls dorm. The softball team was out of town for their conference tournament, so an entire quad of rooms was vacant.

I decided to crash in Misty’s room. Misty was a pitcher on the team, and by far the cutest blonde on the team. She was one of the few non-butch players, and the most likely one not to have had a lesbian encounter in her four years of college. Having access to Misty’s room was just too tempting for me to pass up without raiding the lingerie drawer and her laundry basket. Before heading out of town, she had attending the sports banquet on campus, which meant that she had dressed up for the event. And without having to search too hard, I managed to find the pair of black reinforced toe pantyhose that she wore.

Misty’s pantyhose smelled incredible, and they were silky soft. She had never really showed an interest in me, but I had always wanted her size 6 feet in my mouth. I think that she must have worn that same pair of pantyhose to chapel every Sunday that semester on top of wearing them to the banquet because the feet were a little stiff from her foot sweat, and they smelled like her feet were still in them right after pitching a full 6 inning game.

I laid in her bed that night jerking off with her smelly black pantyhose up to my nose, and I must have had 4 orgasms before morning. Misty’s black pantyhose left with me when I woke up in the morning, and I held on to that pair of pantyhose for close to 6 years.

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