It started really with my mother's friend, who would come to visit during the day. A girl who used to get the bus home from school with us, then a trainee teacher, then a co-worker. I am a happily married, heterosexual male in his early fifties.My fascination is not only with pantyhose, but women's hosiery in general; including socks.This was so exciting, but I also felt a little ashamed.Evidently not ashamed enough, because I continued to wear pantyhose any chance I got until I was about sixteen.
I would occasionally buy pantyhose at Victoria's Secret or Macy's and it was always a thrill to have the saleslady help me pick out some pairs that I am sure she knew were for me!
Nothing arouses me more than seeing an attractive woman, wearing pantyhose, nylons, stockings, or socks, play with her shoes, aka shoeplay.
When I was in my teens and twenties, I used to frequent school and public libraries, exclusively to watch age appropriate young ladies and women, who were wearing pantyhose or socks, shoeplay.
My obsession with pantyhose started when I was around five years old.
I remember seeing a picture of a couple performing ballet. I thought that it would be fun to wear tights and if learning ballet was a way to wear them I would give it a try.I told my mom I was interested in taking ballet lessons and she gave a little laugh and explained that I was too young.