My earliest recollection of nylons is when I was very young (early 50's). My Aunt Helen, who lived with us, worked as a secretary at a trucking company, and as such, always wore dresses or skirts to work. I remember that when she got home from work, she'd sit on the couch and take her stockings and high heels off, and leave them there until she went to bed.

I was fascinated with her legs, and I still remember exactly what they looked (and felt)like-she had great legs! She would hike her skirt up above the tops of her stockings, and unclip the clasps on her garter belt, and then roll her sheer nylons down her legs, placing them in her shoes. Being as young as I was, it was no big deal that I'd consistently watch her, and on occasion, even catch a glimpse up her skirt or dress.

Once in awhile, I'd run up to her to greet her, and hug her around her legs. I'd rub her stocking clad thighs until she made me stop. I'm sure that this is what hooked me! I simply loved the texture of the sheer, slick nylon on her legs, and never got enough of feeling them. She always warned me not to cause a run in her nylons, and I think that was probably why I developed a dislike of runs and snags in nylons or pantyhose, which I still hate today. An ugly run is almost as bad as NO nylons at all!

One evening, Aunt Helen fell asleep on the couch, and I did what I'd planned for quite awhile. I snuck in and grabbed her shoes and stockings, and hid with them behind a big recliner chair. I took my own shoes and socks off, and slid the sheer stockings onto my feet and up my legs. WOW!! It was like an electric charge going up my legs, to my crotch! If I didn't know better, I believe that I had my first orgasm right then, it felt that good!

Well, Aunt Helen woke up and caught me playing, and very sternly told me that I shouldn't be playing with her clothes, that boys didn't wear stockings, and that they were very expensive, and I might cause a run in them, at which point she would be very mad at me!

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