Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2008 19:31:44 -0600
From: julie hourglass <juliehourglass@gmail.com>
Subject: Pantyhose Chronicles: Adventures - A History Part (sort of) 2

Dear gentlereader,

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. These stories mostly took
place in my early 20's .. and are true, except I've changed the
names.. of course!

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Since this personal history is more of a loosely held together ramble
of stories than anything else, I'll jump ahead slightly to a period
after I'd first moved to New York where I had a job working at a small
design studio. I was working for a friend in her large loft and often
she would have long afternoon meetings, or leave town for several days
at a time, leaving me alone to take care of projects and other details
while she was away. Of course I could be trusted and would always be
sure to complete my work in a timely fashion and to be accountable for
what was my responsibility. The unique thing about the loft is that
Stephi had been living there, that is until she met her boyfriend.
After she met him, the loft was unoccupied for most evenings,
weekends, holiday's etc. while her entire wardrobe was still there.
That meant shoes, skirts, blouses, panties, bras and those beloved
pantyhose. She had several pairs in various colours like sheer blue,
black and red. It was during this period when I had the time to fully
dress en-femme that I experienced the full power of what how it felt
to look like a woman- and a rather hot and sexy looking one at that!

Soon I would take time to dress and lounge in various outfits, some of
which included items I'd buy in stores and combine them with Stephi's
outfits. One of the only things I did that was a bit irresponsible
during this period was to use the business phone to call a chat line.
It was a very cheap one (10 cents a minute) but still it was something
I didn't feel too fair about afterwards, but calling this chat line
helped me connect to guys who were very interested in hearing about
what I was wearing and what I liked to do etc., so I started feeling a
bit more confident that I'd like to eventually start venturing out in
public to have some adventures. Deep down I really wanted to, but
hadn't really come to terms with how I might go about doing such
things. On the chat line I'd make a contact for a phone date and then
would call the "date" back and spend some time having phone "dress"
sex,  so as not to spend too much time on the chat line. The time came
though when that was no longer enough to satisfy my deeper desires,
although seeing myself dressed in a pin-stripe business suit w/ skirt
with patent leather black heels, black pantyhose, brownish red full
length wig, and full makeup is still a vision that is etched in my
memory. I remember well describing this outfit to an admirer and
wishing that I could actually show it to him. Little did I know that
soon enough that would be happening. As I was talking on the phone and
gently caressing my legs, crossing and recrossing them while I looked
in the mirror, I really wanted to be getting felt up and fondled by a
man.

Stephi was out of town for 3 days during March. This time of year is
often rainy and cool in New York and the day I chose to make one of my
first adventures was just such a day. For my first adventure, I wasn't
too daring, but it sure felt like I was. Stephi had a tiny tube top
that had 1" black and white strips. It made a very cute miniskirt. I
wore it on top of her blue pantyhose. This was all I wore for my first
public outing. The thrill for me was where I was going to go for my
adventure.

I lived in a neighborhood in Queens a few years earlier and there was
a good old fashioned porn theater there that I got to know. You know
the ones with fancy ornate architecuture.. well this was called the
Earle - I think. But anyway, I'd never been there en'femme and even
though the encounter I had that day was very innocent (and highly
erotic), it serves to introduce the theater - which sadly is no longer
a porn theater. The long entrance hallway to the theater was another
wonderful parade of lust. After paying for a ticket at the ticket
booth, entry through the front doors lead to a long entrance hallway
that held posters that were lit individually in frames. The posters
were of classic porn films. Hot sexy excellent and famous grand dames
of porn in nasty poses graced the length of the passageway,
stimulating the libido as you start to notice the definite smell of
semen, and into the lobby leading into the deep, dark, sensual,
caressing darkness of the theater itself. There were vaulted high
ceilings and floor to ceiling red velvet curtains gently lit by dim
soffits along the walls. It was difficult to see patrons seated across
the thick darkness between the gentle streams of light flowing from
these soffits and so encounters were easily concealed unless you were
within ten or so feet. Even then, it was the flickering of the hot
porn on the screen that illuminated the theater itself. It was into
this flickering lustful darkness that I surrendered my body to its
naughty desires... on many occasions. This being one of the first.


The train ride there was uneventful although I certainly enjoyed the
silky smooth rubbing of pantyhose and baggy pants along with the
subtle stimulation of the edge of my tight little miniskirt on the
tops of my thighs and along the bottoms of my smooth hairless
buttocks. I could barely wait to reveal them to some stranger.My
outfit conisted of a white shirt, jean jacket, concealing baggy pants,
converse sneakers, pantyhose and miniskirt. My hair was cut in a smart
page-boy cut so it looked and felt sufficiently femme when I got to
the theater, although my outer attire was decidedly boyish. Since I
arrived there around 3 in the rainy afternoon, the theater was
relatively empty and was showing one of the many super hot Savannah
films. She was such a babe! And a tragic end it came to for her. But
anyway, I walked slowly into the theater and was disappointed to be
the only one there. I proceeded to the right side of the theater and
walked about halfway down and took a seat a few in from the aisle. I
was sooo nervous.. but this was a perfect time for me to test my nerve
- with no one there I could see how much I was comfortable with and if
someone came up and I got scared, I could flee fairly easily. I leaned
forward and untied my shoelaces and slipped off my sneakers, then put
my feet down onto the cool floor. I know that sounds gross after all
this is a porn theater, but it was dry and I just had to feel it under
my sexy nylon feet. It felt positively perverse! I furtively started
unzipping my pants until they were as wide open as they could be,
partially exposing my litte miniskirt. Then I propped my butt up
slightly so as to ease my baggy trousers down below my knees so that
now my super sexy sheer blue pantyhose encased legs were totally
exposed and topped by a cute tight little miniskirt. My baggy pants
were at my feet and I was too shy to take them completely off..
imagine that!

Anyway, at this moment an older gentleman came walking down the aisle
and stopped at my row. He stopped and sat across the aisle from me a
few seats in. He was immediately curious about what he saw, and sat
down while staring at my exposed legs. I could tell my the way he was
staring at me that he liked what he saw and was apparently surprised
and struck enough to stop walking. He looked me in the eye and could
see that I wanted him to look at me. He slowely stepped back toward
the same row as mine across the aisle to my right, and found a seat.
His fingers were quickly at work unbuckling and unzipping his pants,
pulling out his hard member and massaging it. I'd never been in this
exact situation before and my boy clitty was already quite hard and
ready to be rubbed, and soon I was squirming in my seat, rubbing my
thighs together and lifting my legs up so he could also see my bare
feet. The pretense of having a tiny mini skirt on didn't last too long
and slowly so I pulled down my blue pantyhose and started to rub my
boy clitty as he watched me, and rubbed his very dramatically. We were
both rubbing and stroking and watching the movie and soon I came very
hard. Since I was still quite shy at this point, I was very quick
about putting my pants and sneakers back on and quickly left the
theater and went back to Stephi's. The entire way back to her place I
was still so turned on that I had another orgasm when I got back :).

After that experience my outfits began to get more complete until
eventually I was fully dressed when I would arrive at my perverted
destination. But until then, I  experimented with bras, breastforms,
panties, corsets, wigs, makeup etc. For a short while I developed a
thing for wearing white things when I was at that theater because it
was so dark, and white lacey things would often stand out in a very
erotic and striking way. One evening that spring, I was dressed in
white pantyhose, white bra 34c (w breast forms for later), very tight
stretchy white shirt and jean jacket, and I had arrived around 7:30pm.
The theater was fairly empty and a I took a seat in the middle of the
center section around 10 rows from the front. After sitting for a bit
an, older chinese man sat down in my row. It was obvious he wanted to
see what I was doing because there are always other seats in a porn
theater. So he sat down and then shortly moved  to a seat that was a
couple of seats away. When he sat there I started to become really
horny and wanted to show him what I was wearing underneath, so I
unzipped my pants and shed them very quickly, pushing them down my
legs and gently kicking off my sneakers. I grabbed them and put them
into my bag which was in the seat next to me.

After I did this I felt enormously exposed, vulnerable and feminine.
There was still one more thing I wanted to do and that was to insert
my waterballoon breast forms. I did this rather quickly and without
him noticing for he was watching each and every move I made with my
legs. He was caressing my legs from two seats away on my right, as I
turned away and placed my breastforms into place. Now my tight white
shirt was bulging with firm round breasts, my white sheer smooth
pantyhose legs were fully exposed to him and my light jean jacket
completed the ensemble. I looked slutty, virginal and cute at the same
time- if not a just a bit underdressed. He had now moved to the seat
next to mine and was moving his hot hands all over me, feeling of my
legs, crotch, breasts and torso. I really wanted him to have access to
my legs so I was responding to his electric touches writhing in my
seat, lifting my legs to meet his caresses. He then pushed my legs
down, spreading them wider in the process. In a few moments he was
leaning into my lap and pushing aside my pantyhose and and proceeded
to suck on my boy clitty as he massaged my nylon clad thighs. He
teased me like this for quite some time. Other men were coming in and
some were sitting close enough to observe the oral attention I was
getting. This was turning me on beyond in a mind blowing way. It was
totally slutty and naught and yet wearing white made me feel innocent
while it was happening! Strange...  I was watching the porn on the
screen and relaxing while I received a very skilled clitjob from this
dirty old man. The sounds and smells of porn were wafting through the
air and I just wanted to raise my sexy legs into the air to show the
other men what was hidden below the seats, but the old man wouldn't
allow me much leg movement except for spreading my thighs wider and
gently massaging his fingers into either side of my ballsack. If you
haven't had that done to you, you haven't lived. It is simply divine
and makes your orgasm so deep! That must have been something the men
who frequented that theater did to each other often because I had it
done to me a few times there - and always very very expertly. The men
were very fond of crossdressers. Every time I went there I got
excellent treatment and always several adventures.. when I'd stick
around for a bit. Anyway, my naughty old man lover teased and licked
and played with my clitty until he made me cum in a most deep and
pleasurable way into his mouth. I don't think he spoke any english
because after I came, he just sat up and smiled and nodded to me. At
this time a few more men had come into the theater, but I was a bit
late getting about some other errands and didn't want to be sticking
around too long... so I soon gathered my things and enjoyed a nice
relaxing walk to the train and then home from there.

I know these adventures are soft core but they are true and I hope
they turn you on. No one should feel guilty or bad about doing these
things, as long as you can be honest with yourself and others. And
especially avoid hurting people's feelings. That's just what I think
but I'm a happy person who is very loving and I don't live life to
make enemies - just to learn and enjoy - whereever and whenever
possible.