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.