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Where Did It All Begin ?

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At the tender age of 16 i called round for my mate and was greeted at the door by his some what older sister Jane whom i'd developed a bit of a crush on this she knew and often used to tease me about this in front of her family. I was invited in and told that everyone was out but i was to wait as they wouldn't be long. Jane then dissapeared upstairs and shortly after i was called up as she had something to show me ! Upon reaching her bedroom i found her perched on the edge of her bed wearing a black corset, fully fashioned stockings and high heels i was duly seduced and lost my innocence that afternoon. Shortly after this the family moved away and i havn't seen her since ! Jane you alone are responsible for my love of stockings and for that i'm eternaly gratefull xxx Would anyone else like to share their story ?

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:) I note that you are saying nothing, Jeff. Wise man! xx

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I was introduced to stockings at 17 when working as an au pair. The mother of the family was working for was horrified I was going to wear a dress without stockings and prompty took me shopping! Never looked back.

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I was introduced to stockings at 17 when working as an au pair. The mother of the family was working for was horrified I was going to wear a dress without stockings and prompty took me shopping! Never looked back.

And??? Please don't stop there SaucyMinx :blink::o:D:lol:

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My mother had the habit of pulling up her skirt with her back to the fireplace to warm her bottom. When I was very young I was sitting near the hearth and saw, for the first time, the wonderful sight of stocking tops & suspenders. Which put me on the path to ever loving the sight of stockings and sundry. On a different path completely I am a crossdresser and have been since a very young age and have often wondered if that sight of my mother had anything to do with it. B)

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When I was an impressionable teenager at grammar school (sorry!) our German teacher Mrs Perkins used to wear short tight skirts and sit on the edge of her desk as she taught, showing a lot of leg and stocking tops. I failed German O level, but I never forgot the lesson I learnt about ladies in stockings!

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I remember very well as an early teenager standing at the rails at school watching the girls walking past showing the tops of their stockings! just around the time that miniskirts and tights were making an appearance, I've got a feeling that's where my fascination for the enjoyment of the stocking tops came into being :rolleyes:

Stephen

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Growing up I had so many older women in my life fuel my intense passion and fetish for stockings. It all started for me at a very young age. Aunts, girls in school as well as teachers were just a few. I loved my big family Sunday get-togethers when I was young, My favorite girl cousin and myself would love to play under the big table as all the adults sat talking finishing dinner. I had a eye full of all those high gloss, ultra sheer, nylon crossed legs and stocking welts in full view, dangling high heels were everwhere. One of my Aunts would always try and catch me under the table with her legs and squeeze me....sheer nylon fetish at its best, just to brush and touch all those stockings..wow. When ever I was by myself under the table without my cousin many of the women would kick off their high heels and I would love to smell them...weird I know. Of course this was all before anything sexual but I know it was the start of it all.

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from watching Saturday matinee western movies and seeing the saloon girls showing their stockings and undies when doing the cancan

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Aged about 5 I played under the table while my mum and granny chatted.

My granny caught my head between her knees.......

and i have never looked back

;)

Also.....

aged about 9 i was told to follow a neighbour's daughter - same age as me - into a bedroom after 5 mins.

When i walked in she was starkers with her legs in the air, and said to me

'don't call a policeman - ive been very naughty'

Strange experience - i didn't know what to do - and i don't think anything happened.

I guess she just liked the thrill of exposing herself

:blink:

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My first memory was a friend of my mums who used to stay with us as a student when at university in the 60`s. She came back to stay for a few days in the seventies, and I remember vividly the sight of her stocking tops showing when she was sat in the lounge. I actually hid a pair from her suitcase under my pillow until my mum rather embarrassingly discovered them!!!

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Growing up I had so many older women in my life fuel my intense passion and fetish for stockings. It all started for me at a very young age. Aunts, girls in school as well as teachers were just a few. I loved my big family Sunday get-togethers when I was young, My favorite girl cousin and myself would love to play under the big table as all the adults sat talking finishing dinner. I had a eye full of all those high gloss, ultra sheer, nylon crossed legs and stocking welts in full view, dangling high heels were everwhere. One of my Aunts would always try and catch me under the table with her legs and squeeze me....sheer nylon fetish at its best, just to brush and touch all those stockings..wow. When ever I was by myself under the table without my cousin many of the women would kick off their high heels and I would love to smell them...weird I know. Of course this was all before anything sexual but I know it was the start of it all.

ohhhh yes, I was a stocking table kid too, I remember my Aunts playing bridge and kicking off their spiked heels, exposing RH&T nylon soles, toes in the early 60's......I'd pretend to play with my toy train and would get up right up close to those reinforced toes, heels, circling their nylon clad feet with my toy train....how I'd love to do that again! Jet Black, Coffee bean, Suntan, Cinnamon Nylons and stocking'd clad feet all around me, Thursday mornings were always my favorite day of the week as I knew what would be in store for me!

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Growing up in the seventies meant I missed the 'golden age' of stockings (drat). Hence my induction into the wonderful world of hosiery came as a five-year-old, courtesy of my mini-skirted infant school teacher. She would gather the class to sit on the floor as see perched in her teacher's chair and read us stories. I was, however, absolutely transfixed by the sight of her shapely legs and feet, encased in smooth tan coloured tights (forgive me, it was the seventies I remind you) complete with blue Scholl exercise sandals. As tales of Janet and John wafted by, she would sit cross-legged and dangle and dip a sandal from the end of her nylon encased toes in a hypnotic, rocking motion. I was mesmerised and couldn't take my eyes off this scenario as it played out only inches from my impressionable young face. Little did I realise at the time the profound impact these magical moments would have on me in later life.

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Growing up in the seventies meant I missed the 'golden age' of stockings (drat). Hence my induction into the wonderful world of hosiery came as a five-year-old, courtesy of my mini-skirted infant school teacher. She would gather the class to sit on the floor as see perched in her teacher's chair and read us stories. I was, however, absolutely transfixed by the sight of her shapely legs and feet, encased in smooth tan coloured tights (forgive me, it was the seventies I remind you) complete with blue Scholl exercise sandals. As tales of Janet and John wafted by, she would sit cross-legged and dangle and dip a sandal from the end of her nylon encased toes in a hypnotic, rocking motion. I was mesmerised and couldn't take my eyes off this scenario as it played out only inches from my impressionable young face. Little did I realise at the time the profound impact these magical moments would have on me in later life.

I was delt with the same sheer nylon/heels leg show also with one of my teacers in junior high. 1966, teachers with bee hive hair, pencil skirts and high heels. All with sheer RHT gartered stockings. I sat right in the front row just to the left of where she would often sit on a tall stool and talk the class. As if her beauty was not enough her long shapely legs encased in those ultra sheer brown or off black RHT stockings, and pointed toe stiletto's made me weak in the knees with butterflies in the pit of my stomach. With legs crossed just a peek of darker stocking welt and her dangling her pencil thin high heel pump from her dark reinforced toes was pure majic. Thank goodness I had those books to cover up walking out of class each day.

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My stocking intrest started back when I was in Kindergarten. My Teacher wore stockings all the time. I crawled under her desk at one point and looked up her dress and saw the image that is still embedded in my mind. Tan Stockings with a white lace suspender belt with white lace panties. The real kicker though was when that same week we went to a dinner party and my teacher was there. She was in a skirt with stockings on. I was wearing shorts because it was a dinner party outside so I was playing with the other kids. It was starting to get late and I started to get tired. I went by the table were the adults were and my teacher asked how I was doing. I said I was tired and she lifted me up onto her lap. Now her skirt had risen up a bit so when I sat down on her lap my legs touched her stockings which sent a chill up my spine that I still get to this day whenever I touch nylons!!!!!

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At the age of 16 i was standing in a queue at a tsb bank ,the lady in front wore a long green summer skirt which was of a thin material and showed very clearly brown stockings attached to a black 4 strap suspender belt,and my love for stockings was born .

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These are all such lovely stories that I am envious. I was never aware of anyone in my family or neighborhood that was wearing stockings so the reason I chose to wear them rather than tights is a mystery to me.

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As a woman my first introduction to stockings was when I was given a suspender belt by an aunt as a 16th birthday present. Never looked back.

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[my intoruction to stockings was via my mum who wore them. I was about 11 when first started t notice nylons, and had touched her feet in them a few times. ut like others i had also some under table momeents and sitting on floor by legs as well. Also one aunty wore both tights and stockings who let me feel her legs in them.

Other expereinces happened to me before i left school and had gf's thore wore them

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mm never had really thought about stockings until I met my now husband, he's always liked the look and feel of them so bought me my fisrt sussy belt 2 and a half years ago and Ive never looked back :D

They have given me a sense of fun and pleasure :) mmmmm I wonder if my new husband Mr Minx would BE my husband if I wear still wearing.... dare I use the word TIGHTS on here!!! :unsure:

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These recollections are so familiar!!! My intro started as a young boy at the tender age of around 5 or 6 years in the mid 1960's. There was a part time dinner lady at out school who I remember as Mrs Shepherd. She was as i recall a spiteful spinster type always dressed in matching tweedjacket and skirt with her steel grey hair pulled up into a bun. Her cheeks were always bright red and she never wore make up and i remember she was hateful to us children. Her one redeeming feature was that she always wore what i now know to be fully fashioned stockings and what really stands out in my mind was when we not allowed out at dinner time because of the weather.

Mrs Shepherd would sit in the class with us as dinner lady/ classroom assistant and would put her feet up on her desk after removing her shoes.

I remember being fascinated by her reinforced nylon soles and toes which she pointed and flexed ( at least ithink she did unless this is auto memory!!) Whenever it rained i made sure i was first through the door and sat nearest to her desk longing for her to reach down and remove her shoes. I would nearly faint with pleasure as her nyloned soles ( she had big long feet i recall ) appeared in front of me and as a 6 year old boy i would start to feet the very early stirrings of becoming excited.

although i never managed to touch them or smell them close up at times I was no further than 4 feet away across the desk and i remember every of those nylons like it were yesterday.

In my mind I now feel that she knew i was fascinated by her soles and toes and despertaely wanted to be alone with them because i am certain on occasion she would catch me gazing at them in a hypnotic state and provide me with a little flurry of toe curling and pointing..... fantastic times!!!

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My mum never wore stockings as daywear but I found a pair when I was about 16 in her bedroom and tried them on, was already interested in glamour and dressing up and I just fell in love with the whole look and feel of it. I tend to go for the same colour and style today too : )

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I was in high school in the 60's and one of the girls wore black stockings in my French class, she showed her stocking tops constantly and my love of them was cemented. To this day I still remember that sight.

I also failed French, obviously.

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I think i was 19 when i first started to admire seeing girls wear them, i dont think i ever seen any girls wear them, so it was just inet soft porn i turned to my viewing pleasure lol.

When i was 20 i started seeing a new girlfriend who was 16. We went to Ann Summers so i could buy her some lingerie as she didnt have any money. I think it was the next day i went to her parents house to pick her up as we were going to the mall and cinema. She walked down the staires appearing to wear black tights and a blue denim knee length skirt.

While she had a quick talk with her mum i thought how sexy it was knowing what shes got on underneath for me. Got into my car started to drive, asked her is she wearing the stuff while i had a feel of her leg over her skirt, i felt the suspender straps and i just went half hard there and then lol. So rather than goto the cinema i drove her back to my parents house as i knew they were out, had some amazing sex we were at it like rabbits lol! had her up the wall and stuff. Then we went to the cinema, then parked up in a quiet place and we did it again before taking her home.

That was my first time with a girl wearing stockings. Some good old days.

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Having been born in 1951, I grew up in the 1950s and 1960s when all women wore gartered stockings.

As a little girl, I remember being fascinated watching my Mother put on her stockings. I loved the whole ritual of it!

From the time I started school, my friends and I became quite "stocking conscious". We carefully scrutinized the stockings our teachers wore and we all looked forward to the day when we, too could wear stockings. Stockings were a part of growing up like lipstick, bras and high heels. But somehow, to us, at least, the stockings were more special. By the time I was ten I couldn't wait any longer as I watched slightly older friends begin to wear stockings. I asked my Mother if I could wear nylons for dress up and she replied, "of course...white nylon *ankle sox*". Not exactly what I wanted to hear!

So I "borrowed" a runny old pair of my Mother's fully fashioneds and wore them under my covers in bed. My Mother must have discovered this because several months later she bought me my own nylons and a cute little garter panty to hold them up with. Sure, they were seamless stretch "teenage" nylons not silky plain knit fully fashioneds. But the excitement I felt putting them on and wearing them for the first time is something I will never forget.

With the exception of a short time in pantyhose in the early 1970s, I've been a stockings gal ever since that wonderful day in long ago 1961.

This all makes me wonder if my childhood friends are stockings gals too. I haven't seen any of them for decades but we were certainly obcessed with stockings as little girls...

Karen

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My oh, my... how I've pondered this question so many times in years past. I never really came up with a definitive answer as to where it all began for me. In fact, back several years ago, I tried to articulate my most influential stocking encounters from my earliest recollections. So elaborate and lengthy were these essays, that the Webmaster (at the time) of the previous version of this website had the entire series posted under the "Stockings History" section. I think my originals of those essays have since been lost (hard drive issues). Upon my return to SHQ, I immediately tried to find the "Stockings History" section to recoup my previous works, but alas... they are no more. Oh well!

But, as for the question: Being a child of the early 50's... nylons were a part of everyday Americana, and would be until the late 60's. I have SOOO many good memories of them. But it's very beginning? Alas, to this day that remains an unsolved mystery.

A. Guy

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This is a fascinating thread and wonderful to read.

For me like so many others I would have to thank my mother for my lifelong love of stockings; I clearly remember from an early age lying on the floor by the clothes horse and playing with her tan stockings, eventually trying them on and feeling the sheer overwhelming thrill of nylon on skin....

I also remember when a little older sitting on the edge of my mothers bed every morning watching her dress for work and pulling on sheer nylon stockings, smoothing them over her legs before fastening them to her girdle.

Little did I know at the time how this would affect me in later life; an important lesson to ponder I think.

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Years back I "borrowed" a suspender belt from my sister but somehow I forgot to tell her. I found it comfy on a warm night and enjoyed the sensation of an "air conditioned under carriage". I still revert to tights on very cold days but stockings have been my choice since. Over the years though there have been few close male friends who have not liked me wearing them although most have. At the end of the day I wear stockings for me!

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I too grew up in the 60's but it was the very early 70's when I first became aware of stockings. I remember sitting watching TV one evening when my Mum, a neighbour and her daughter and my sister in law were discussing the introduction of tights (as I remember).

Mum and Nancy, the neighbour were very pro stockings and Gloria the neighbours daughter was very Pro-tights (she always wore very short mini skirts :D )and my sister in law said she preffered tights as day wear but my brother insisted on her wearing stockings at night - which made everyone giggle.

As usual they were oblivious to me and I sat mesmerised; taking it all in.

From that night on I took great notice of womens legs (still do).

Nancy was another woman who would warm her bum beside the fire and lift her skirt (but thats a whole other story) and my sister in law was particularly untidy around her house giving me plenty of scope to view her stockings and underwear collection (used and unused) when I babysat their kids.

Mum wore stockings for another couple of years then gave in to the ease and comfort of tights (damn).

My wife wore stockings then hold-ups for the first few years of our marraige but started wearing trousers and jeans constantly about 15 years ago (mores the pity).

Now she only wears stockings for playtime :P but only after some serious begging from yours truly :angry:

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I was born long after those gilded days which are so reverently referred to, the fifties and sixties, I'm a child of the late seventies. By the time my interest in what I wore had developed the eighties were all but done. This was an era of androgynous dressing, leggings, and opaques tights held sway when bare legs weren't the order of the summer days. Women symbolically expressed their place in the world by dressing like men, albeit it with a feminine slant, so oblique that it could barely be discerned. I remember my first pair of stockings, I had rummaged in my mum's dressing table, and came across a pair of "broken tights", I knew what they were, I wasn't a totally fey teenager, I rummaged a bit more and found a suspender belt. The white lacy affair looked as if it had been worn and washed in the past, but now it had migrated to a dusty corner at the back of the drawer. I purloined the stockings and the suspender belt, one saturday afternoon I was going into the town centre (Sunderland was then a town), I met my friends and we got a bus to Newcastle. I had those stockings on, nothing much happened out of the ordinary, and I'm sure no one would have been any the wiser if I hadn't told and shown. All my friends giggled, but it started a clique of what became "retro" fashion.

As my teenage years went by and I got a place at university, I realised how much of a forgotten accessory stockings had become, I also became aware of the assumptions people make about you if you wear. It didn't stop me, but it taught me discretion, a glimpse of stocking is something shocking, to paraphrase Cole Porter. I love my stockings, and I like to wear them when it's appropriate, they do make me feel, glamorous and rather grown up ( older than I am!).

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These are all such lovely stories that I am envious. I was never aware of anyone in my family or neighborhood that was wearing stockings so the reason I chose to wear them rather than tights is a mystery to me.

That's exactly my non-story as well. I feel cheated!

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I remember about the age of 13,I was at my best friend's house, noticed some very lacey lingerie drying on the radiator. Nylons, sheer panties suspender belts wow. I was hooked, I have to say she was a stunner as well, very classy and so sexy. Not looked back since then

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As a woman my first introduction to stockings was when I was given a suspender belt by an aunt as a 16th birthday present. Never looked back.

What a forward thinking wonderful aunt !

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I began wearing stockings pretty in my mid teens; despite being a bit of a tom-boy back then retro clothing, lingerie and corsetry always appealed to me. It went hand in hand with my love of gothic music and imagery, and still does. I can't imagine going without!

A x

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To begin at the beginning, etched into my memory like a fluorescent tattoo, pulsing with unquenchable energy, that moment, when as a chastised page boy I nestled under the capacious skirts of my cousin. I sulked there, hidden from my angry father, sensing the warmth of her calves, comforted by the soft lubricious glide of nylon against my boyish cheeks. In that elongated, much relived moment I was hooked, and eyed into a life in pursuit of reclaiming such a sanctuary.

As I reached adolescence, the stocking imagery and fantasies grew, and were ultimately satisfied by the mother of a girlfriend, who could so easily have seduced me, but instead flirted and flashed, so that I was tantalised and teased. My friendship with that girl went on longer than any other, simply because her mother had me mesmerised by her stockinged legs.

In my twenties I thought I'd kicked the habit, that was the eighties and stockings were very much on the wane fashion wise, I entered a period of almost monk like studious celibacy, only to have it cracked open by the women who is now my wife, and who for many years continued to wear stockings, sadly not for several years now.

My cousin, always does in that sepia toned well lit memory, I hardly ever see that cousin, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't remember that moment at her eldest sisters wedding, but only dementia or death will steal it away from me.

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To begin at the beginning, etched into my memory like a fluorescent tattoo, pulsing with unquenchable energy, that moment, when as a chastised page boy I nestled under the capacious skirts of my cousin. I sulked there, hidden from my angry father, sensing the warmth of her calves, comforted by the soft lubricious glide of nylon against my boyish cheeks. In that elongated, much relived moment I was hooked, and eyed into a life in pursuit of reclaiming such a sanctuary.

As I reached adolescence, the stocking imagery and fantasies grew, and were ultimately satisfied by the mother of a girlfriend, who could so easily have seduced me, but instead flirted and flashed, so that I was tantalised and teased. My friendship with that girl went on longer than any other, simply because her mother had me mesmerised by her stockinged legs.

In my twenties I thought I'd kicked the habit, that was the eighties and stockings were very much on the wane fashion wise, I entered a period of almost monk like studious celibacy, only to have it cracked open by the women who is now my wife, and who for many years continued to wear stockings, sadly not for several years now.

My cousin, always does in that sepia toned well lit memory, I hardly ever see that cousin, and I'm pretty sure she wouldn't remember that moment at her eldest sisters wedding, but only dementia or death will steal it away from me.

Well written Wallace Carrothers

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I can remember clearly my first foray into the wonderful world of nylon. I was around 5-6 my mother would let me dress up in her Tights she would also buy me unisex clothing and bangles and ankle chains, this continued for around 4 years when she then told me it was not right for a boy to wear hose :(. I had a around 3 years where I didn't wear any hose at all but felt like something was missing from my life then one day I noticed a discarded pair of Navy Tights in my mothers room while no one was around I took them and hid them in my own room until later that day and put them on, I had re awoken what I had been missing the feeling was wonderful. I recall going into my mothers room and discovering her underwear draw one day, inside there was white satin and lace Knickers and a pink satin basque with lace ruffles and four suspenders attached, I just had to try it on while I did I can remember becoming more and more aroused, I then found a pair of Black stockings which I proceeded to slip over each foot and slide up to the straps, my first time wearing stockings ! I attached the clips then looked through her wardrobe and found a pair of blue heels with a sling back slipping these on and standing there in front of her full length mirror I felt that I had unlocked myself and how wonderful I felt inside and how silky and smooth all the finery felt against my skin. I didn't take long to releve myself after ;) I also found a White suspender belt to wear instead of the Basque. This continued for many years up to the age of 16 then I had a job and went out and bought my fist Lingerie set, a Black satin and Lace bra panties and suspender set and Black stockings from Rackhams at the time, it cost me around £40 but was so worth it

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When I was 16, my first G/F (who was a year younger than me) decided to try out a pair of stockings instead of (the more usual) tights. I don't remember being bothered one way or the other, to be honest! She duly turned up on our next date wearing some rather strange black hosiery on her legs. I say ' strange ' because they gave her a line up the back of each leg, and looked a lot more ' see-thru ' than her usual leg attire.

In the (relative) privacy of my mum n' dad's kitchen, I asked to see what they looked like ' further up ' (i.e above the knee!) so, a little flushed (both of us LOL) - she showed me ... Sure enough - my very first sight of stocking welts and suspender clips had arrived! She told me they felt nice and smooth too .... One touch, and I was hooked!

She showed me the packet they came in ...very expensive looking - all silver and with a cellophane front that showed the stockings inside. The words ' Aristoc Harmony Point ' emblazoned on the packet. She said she'd felt a bit embarrassed asking for them at the hosiery counter in the Co-op Department store, and, at (about) £1.50, they were double the price of her usual tights. She said they had other colours too, and perhaps she should have got longer ones, but, if I was impressed with 'em, I'd have to go with her in future (and cough up MY pocket money too, at those prices!)

Thus, my life was indelibly changed - Forever :o Soon, I was shopping on my own for her stockings (any thoughts of being embarrassed at the counter was far outweighed by the thought of her wearing them on our next date :lol:) But - they had to be AHP's or Aristoc Tangos (the RHT equivalent) as nothing else looked (or felt!) the same!

30 odd years on, and I can still remember those heady days as if they were only last week. Mind you, the fact that my current G/F has a few packets of AHP's amongst her vast collection of stockings (all of which are the non-stretch variety B)) does help to refresh the 'ol memory cells!

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Like so many have already mentioned, I grew up in the late 50's & early 60's,and was exposed to adult female relatives in their RHT stockings, but I really don't remember any one incident that set me on the the path to stocking worship.

My grade school teachers were all horribly ancient, some must have been over 30!!! But they all wore stockings. I remember my 3rd grade teacher was a tall, slender woman with striking silver hair, and long legs that were always in dark tan stockings and black spike heel pumps.

I also had a female cousin, one year older, that started wearing nylons at about 13 or 14. At family gatherings, we would sneak off and she would let me play with her stocking tops and garters. We both got a charge out of it.

While in 7th and 8th grades, the girls began wearing stockings on a regular basis and I looked forward to glimpses during outdoor recess. One particular crush that I had was Karen. She was dark complected with black hair (might have been of american Indian extraction) and wore copper colored stockings exclusively. I lived for the moments when her short skirt would ride up and flash stocking top and occcasionally garter. It was during this phase that I would occasionally swipe a pair of my mother's stockings (also copper) and do young boy stuff with them... ;)

High school presented some interesting sights as we were right at the edge of pantyhose becoming mainstream, but there were still sightings and flashes on a fairly frequent basis. My sophomore American Studies teacher was an attractive woman of about 35. She had black hair and a voluptuous figure, and she had a penchant for Barely Black RHT stockings. She would also sit on the edge of her desk, giving us a pretty decent upskirt flash, including stocking top and garters. She would also weear pastel colored girdles... She must've known what she was doing to us adolescent boys, as she would give us a reading assignment, then sit while we read, dangling her stiletto pump from her stocking toes. All of the boys were in love with her and no mistaking why...

There was no one particular incident that enthralled me to nylons, but I'm most grateful to whatever it was that hooked me.

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I am afraid it was my auntys that introduced me to stockings at an early age as they all wore them. And thank god mrs C still wears them to this day

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