I've been into shoes & nylons since I was about 8 years old. I was in a school play and to my horror found that I had to wear black tights and ballet pumps. Dress rehearsal was looming and one of my classmates, Jane Cooper, a girl whom I thought the world of arrived at my house after school with the aforementioned tights & pumps. Look after them I was told as they were her own. This fact changed things in my mind and after waving her goodbye I raced to my bedroom shouting down to my parents not to disturb me as I was learning my lines for the play. I stripped off completely and battled for about fifteen minutes getting the tights on. Then on went the shiny black ballet flats and at that moment I observed my cock starting to expand all by itself. WOW! I rubbed it gently for ages and finally got a wonderful feeling as it twitched and jerked, nothing actually coming out of it but that was good enough for me.

I got through the dress rehearsal relatively OK but when the big night came (it was at Ilford Town Hall with the Mayor and other dignitaries as guests of honour) I was virtually glued to the spot unable to move due to the rather large lump between my legs. Fortunately the lights dimmed and I was able to move about without too much trouble.

When it was over I started to hatch what was probably my first ever devious plan. I had no intentions of returning Janes tights or flats. At school the next day she asked for them and with a put on look of shock I said that I must have left them on the bus home after the play. She was not happy, but I was, and a couple of days later she told me that her mum was not going to ask for them to be replaced. I remember using them to "feel good" for many months afterwards until I outgrew them. I never threw them away but they were lost when we moved to Kent a few years later.

As a young teenager say 13 - 15 years old, I found that in order to get pocket money it was advisable to offer my mum some help with the guest house business. On one particular summer's day I ended up being "Chambermaid" a role which horrified me as it included emptying the chamber-pots located under the bed. We had just said goodbye to four young girls from up North as they came to the end of their weeks stay.

After 45 years I still remember Pat, Janet, Veronica and Jill. They were instrumental in my awareness of the opposite sex, wearing very short skirts with stockings and stiletto shoes.

Anyway, as things turned out I managed to empty their piss-pot almost tempted to taste it and returned to the room to make up the beds and generally tidy the room. When I opened the wardrobe door I was momentarily stunned as my eyes fell upon a large clear plastic sack which was full to the top with nylon stockings and a few pairs of tiny knickers. The real bonus however was only found when I tipped the bag upside down on my bed, having raced around "Chambermaiding" so that I could investigate my "find", for out dropped a silky satin suspender-belt in perfect condition. Before I knew what I was doing I had stripped off and was busy hooking a pair of black stockings onto the belt which I was now wearing. Pausing for a moment, I marvelled at how my cock was growing and once fully hard how it pulsed and twitched. It seemed automatic that I should gently rub it on the smooth nylon which encased my legs, and as I did so it erupted, shooting a torrent of hot spunk all down my left leg. The sight of my spunk sliding down the nylon was enough to make me raise the leg and lick as much of my cum off of the stocking.

I have never looked back and still enjoy the same practice (and continued to do so throughout my two marriages) with or without spousal approval.