Date: Sun, 3 Feb 2008 14:49:09 -0600
From: julie hourglass <juliehourglass@gmail.com>
Subject: Pantyhose Chronicles: Adventures - A History Part (sort of)1

Pantyhose Chronicles: Adventures - A History (sort of) 1

by Juliehourglass

Dear gentlereader,

I would like to forewarn you that what you are about to read may
become quite detailed and lengthy, as well as sordid and indecent,
since what I will attempt to do is to chronicle my personal
crossdressing history to a loose degree, some of the early beginnings
of my secret erotic life, and of sexual encounters in adult theaters
and bookstores and elsewhere.... if you're under the age of 18 don't
read this etc., blah blah... and just so you know .. my looks: 5'7",
155, in great shape, great ass and legs, really cute face, usually
shaved and/or totally hairless, page boy hair cut when I didn't wear a
wig- it is wickedly sexy with lipstick, brown hair, brown eyes... so
now you you get a picture of young Julie.


I might just as well start with a few stories of my earliest
perversions with pantyhose. Perhaps they aren't perversions but most
certainly they are a fetishistic indulgence. When I was about 13 years
old I discovered my mother's pantyhose in the privacy of our family
bathroom. Little did I know that this would turn into a lifelong
pursuit of pleasure and sensual games. One of the earliest fetishes
started during the winter of my 13th year when my boyish body was most
certainly very very sexy in a girlish way with smooth skin, slender
body, flawless skin and l just below ear length wavy hair. At night I
would often spend hours caressing my own hips and ass, and experiment
with penetrating my little button hole with my finger, often bringing
myself to orgasm pretending that I was a girl being penetrated by a
stranger. In spring and fall, after school I would sometimes wander
into the fields behind my house and strip off my shoes, pants and
underwear and just walk about with a stiff on as the grass tickled my
naked, legs ass and boy clitty. Indulging in such erotic playtime was
always a part of my life, as it is I'm sure for so many of you. Once I
had discovered the pleasures of pantyhose, this led to many
experiments with wearing them, eventually leading to very late night
secret excursions outdoors wearing my pantyhose.

It's one thing to be running round outdoors naked, but its another to
be feminized and to be out and about dressed in a very sexy and
suggestive way - and one which was at variance with my gender. I was
at an age where most of my mothers clothes fit me so I would often
sneak into my parent's bedroom when my brothers and sister were asleep
and take a few items out for the evening, while my parents were in the
family room watching television or visiting with friends. I would try
everything from skirts and bras, to blouses and pantyhose. I would
take them back to bed with me and get dressed under the covers of my
bed, then sneak back into my parents bedroom to admire my hot looks in
the mirror. Seeing myself dressed in various states of undress, with
pantyhose and bra, or panties and heels, or other combinations was
always thrill.  I would often dress in these items and lay under
covers til my parents went to bed or I'd fall asleep fully dressed and
wake up in the middle of the night to embark on an exhibitionist
adventure. We lived in a small town, and being too young to drive, the
amount of risk was pretty low, but still it was a thrill to quietly
walk through the house in the wee hours of the night, making special
effort not to make a sound as I tiptoed in stocking feet to the door
which led to the garage. In the dark of the night, I would be able to
hear the pounding of my heart as I slowly turned the cold knob of the
door and let the lock pop open, then slowly open the door and push the
screen door open. The fear of waking someone up with a suspicious
noise always added to the thrill. I would almost have a heart attack
when the hinges creaked, but all the while I was totally aroused,
anticipating my walk of pleasure. On many nights my stocking feet
would enjoy the feel of the cool smooth concrete of the garage floor,
then the rougher surface of the concrete driveway surface before
reaching the ticklish grass. And so I would often walk in a most
suggestive manner around the large darkened yard wearing various
wanton versions of my mothers lingerie and flimsy garments. Usually it
would be a game of how long I could hold out (usually not more than 2
or 3 minutes before I would have to rub my clitty) while I simply
experienced the blissful release of being dressed in this mind and
body altering way.


Winter led me in some new erotic directions. During this early period
I developed a related fetish for panties. My sister was much younger
than me and so her panties were extremely small and tight and so
naturally when I tried them on, they fit like a glove snug as my skin,
pressing my genitals flat - almost. Mostly they would cause me to have
a very hard erection which would barely contain my boy clitty or I
would have to tuck it in underneath. Sometimes I would be at family
dinner wearing my little panties but no one new why I would be
squirming... one time I started putting little rips in the panties so
that they had become quite torn and barely held together. I would then
find opportune moments later in the evening to sneak out to the garage
to remove my little jeans and shoes and shirt so that I could open the
back garage door and stand in the door way to feel the icy cold winter
air wearing nothing but my shredded little panties and a raging stiff
one. I might stand like that til I thought that some passing car (not
possible) or random stranger in the woods (not likely) had seen me,
then I would quickly dress and return to the safety of house and home.
My fetish soon blended with a fetish for white snow. Yes! Real snow.
Cold snow. Delicate fluffy or moist packing snow.

Being from upstate New York meant that winters offered plenty of
opportunities to indulge a fetish for snow. No sooner would there be
snow cover on the ground than I would be fantasizing about running
about outside clad only in nude or dark pantyhose, a full bra and
white button down shirt. I would silently sneak through our darkened
house and slip out into the inviting snow in bare stocking feet. I
would then walk into the deepest parts of the cool snow. The snow
would caress my feet and legs and strangely, once my legs were
partially covered in snow, they would feel warm. Many nights would
find me in my mothers nude sheer pantyhose resting with legs folded
under me and spread wide so that I could feel the snow trying to sneak
up my ass crack. Some nights when there was a fresh snowfall that
would reach a few feet deep in certain places, I would allow myself to
step right into them. If I was lucky the snow would be just the right
mix of moist and powdery snow and it would immediately offer support
to my legs and surround me with its cool comfort. There I would
proceed to molest myself to orgasm, often cumming instantly after
penetrating my tight little hole with my finger. I'm not sure if our
elderly neighbors across the street ever saw this, but if they would
have looked out they surely would have been able to see these events.

During junior high school my crossdressing adventures became more
sporadic since they produced a guilty feelings afterwards and it was
hard to understand why I was having these feelings and it was harder
since my mum's clothes didn't fit as well anymore, so I had to invent
my own miniskirts and using tight tee shirts etc. I would take
advantage of times when my whole family was out to indulge in
crossdressing for hours at a time. Sometimes a certain type of
clothing would become my favorite, such as exceedingly tight short
daisy duke type shorts and I'd make a halter top by tying an
undershirt in such a way that it could support some nicely rounded
breast forms I would create from socks. Imagine a very hot looking
young teen boy dressed in very tight little denim shorts, with his
little waist and mid-riff exposed and a tight white halter top with
full round breasts bulging out, walking out into a winter night with
the light from a lonely streetlight cascading over the sparkling snow,
and his delicate barefeet seductively taking step after sexy step in
the cool snow. Both hands, at times, furiously rubbing the front of
his shorts... pushing his lovely breasts together with his upper
arms...  what is he doing? If you were watching him, he'd probably
stop in some wide open exposed area of deep virgin snow, and dip down
into it on his knees and begin to feel his partially exposed ass
cheeks touching the snow and gyrate as his feet and knees became more
covered with snow. Soon, the zipper would be unlocked and the tiny
shorts would open from the front, exposing a rigid erect boy clitty
and the other hand was pushing down the back of his little shorts to
penetrate the magic entrance of his beautiful rear quarters. As he
quickly brought himself to a shuddering orgasm while you were witness
to it, you too would have found great pleasure in this indulgence.. of
course, this depends on if you actually were able to have spied such
an event. Then you would have seen him quickly awaken to the reality
of being outside in the dead of winter and he would return quickly to
the warmth of house and home... gosh that was nothing like summer!

And a leap into the near future...

I started going to adult theaters and bookstores when I was in
college. I think this would be about the time that most guys started
to go since its not legal to get in if you're under 18. And so, when I
turned 18, that was one of the first things I was curious about
finding out more about. Even though I had no problem getting hot
girlfirends, there was also another urge that needed to be satisfied.
I had always been sort of crossdressing but when I started going to
adult bookstores and theaters, I didn't immediately think of cross
dressing, although being in those places always brought out stronger
and stronger feminine feelings. The chronology of these events may not
be quite in order.. and of course that shouldn't matter to you, as you
will read these with one hand on the mouse, preferably your less
favored hand:) and the other on your favorite spot- at least I hope
so.

While attending college, it took me a few months to discover that
there were a few excellent adult bookstores and one great adult cinema
mostly within walking distance of where I lived. I soon found myself
visiting these places a few times in a month. There was a range of
bookstores from very seedy and low-tech to high tech and rather
sanitized, that is- sanitized such that they provided glory holes so
that it wasn't necessary to punch out one for yourself... you beast!
My first visit to one of them was very exciting, however I didn't
immediately find the courage to actually have any encounters with the
men who frequented these places. My visits in the beginning were
usually fairly short- I'd quickly slip into a booth and wack off and
then leave, usually imagining that someone might recognize me.. rather
stupid.

It was on a trip to Chicago that I had a break through. I was visiting
a friend there, and he was gone to classes all day so I had the day
free to wander the neighborhood. Sure enough a few blocks away was a
small adult bookstore. Immediately I felt my pulse quicken at the
opportunity to do something naughty and like a flash I was in the door
and buying tokens. I wanted to go to one of the booths at the end of a
dark narrow hallway. I walked in, closed the door and sat down on the
bench that folded down. I unzipped my pants and started stroking my
cock and soon I was getting really hard watching some porn. Then I
noticed something I'd not seen yet - it was a 3" glory hole. Since it
was the first time I'd seen one, I took the time to kind of stare at
it. It was then I noticed  that there was a an old and disgusting
looking man peeping in at me as I pleasured my pole. He encouraged me
to stroke it faster and harder in a rather sleazy and dirty voice and
as he said that, I felt really dirty and naughty. He kept reaching his
hand into my booth, but I didn't want contact with him. He huffed and
puffed and was making all sorts of sleazy sounds as he continued to
watch me. It pushed me into a place I'd never been -showing off for a
dirty old man! I could see that he was stroking his cock as he was
watching me. Soon I was cumming in way that I can only say was
powerful enough to make me blush now just remembering it. And then I
left the booth quickly after. But I couldn't stop thinking of the
experience. It became the source of many fantasies for me after that.

This is sort of part 1 of a personal history.. I hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you so much for all of your feedback about my other stories. I'm
glad they turned you on too!