My 1st Time

I'm not exactly sure where the idea came from, or how old I was when 
I first masturbated. It was kind of an accident really...

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Unique Masturbation Technique
By [email protected]

I'm not sure where the idea came from, or how old I was when I first 
masturbated. It was kind of an accident really...

I found a brand new package of nude coloured pantyhose on the 
sidewalk one day. I must have been in grade 6 at the time. I figured 
that it fell out of someone's shopping bag since there was a 
shopping mall a couple of blocks away. Being the packrat I was, with 
a touch of adolescent sexual curiosity, I hid the pantyhose in my 
school bag and brought them home.

Mine was the only bedroom in the basement, adjacent to the rec room. 
That night, late enough that I was sure everyone else was asleep, I 
removed my pajamas, and opened the package of pantyhose. I looked at 
the semi-transparent clothing and wondered if they would fit. I 
checked the label to make sure there were in fact an adult. They 
seemed so small, but the packaged assured me they were more than 
adequate for my height and weight.

I couldn't believe I was really going to put on a pair of pantyhose! 
I had never desired to don women's clothing before, yet, there I 
was, sliding my hands in one leg, bunching it up between my fingers 
and thumb as I would do to put on a sock. I didn't even think about 
it. It was instinctive. I paused a moment, my left foot in the hose, 
my back arched with my hands maneuvering the garment up my ankle - I 
realized I putting these on like a pro. I began to wonder if maybe I 
was one of those sick guys who wore women's clothing - like the kind 
I heard about on a talk show or something. I started to feel ill, 
like when I got caught in a big lie and knew I was going to be 
punished. I must have sat there like that forever, trying to figure 
out what was possessing me to do this. I got over it I guess, 
because before I knew it, I was working my second leg in.

The crotch was halfway down my upper legs. I tugged the hose up each 
leg like a lady did in a movie I saw once. I began to imagine I was 
that woman, and tried to be sexy and provocative. When the crotch 
was in place, I found just how elastic pantyhose are - I pulled that 
waistband up past my bellybutton, but it could go further up than 
that. I was able to pull the waist over my shoulders.

I laid down on my bed and felt how silky smooth the tights were 
across my legs and belly. I liked it. I crawled under the covers and 
went to sleep.

My mother came downstairs to wake me up in the morning. Since I had 
been up most of the night experimenting, I was less than 
co-operative. She was about to pull the covers off when I remembered 
I was wearing the pantyhose! My heart stopped! Time seemed to slow 
down! I expected next to see my life flash before my eyes. "I'M 
AWAKE!" I exclaimed as I began to sit up in bed. Mom went back 
upstairs to make my breakfast.

"Whew!" I sighed. I got out of bed to see if I really was wearing 
women's pantyhose, or if I had only dreamed the whole escapade. 
Rather than pinching myself, I ran my fingers down my thighs. I 
started to get goose bumps it felt so good. "I'll have to this again 
tonight." I thought to myself as I got ready for school.

The day went by slowly as I was anxiously awaiting for everyone to 
go to sleep so I could but on my pantyhose again. Everything else 
was normal except that I found myself admiring all the girls' legs, 
how they shimmered, how smooth they were, how they possessed an 
unreal colour and quality enrobed in nylon. I started to get another 
one of those erections. I'm glad I was sitting down at the time. 
It's so embarrassing when that happens.

Finally, bedtime came around, and I was as excited as my younger 
siblings were on Christmas Eve. I pulled my pantyhose out from under 
my mattress and looked at them. They were stretched and larger than 
when I had first took them out of their packaging. I remembered how 
far I was able to wear them last night, and got an idea. I would see 
just how far I could pull them up this time.

I gracefully slide the tights along my legs. As I pulled the 
waistband up, I kept my arms inside so that the band closed around 
my neck. I thought "All I need now is a hood and some sleeves and I 
could have my own Spiderman costume."

I pranced around wearing only the pantyhose then took them off 
before going into bed. I didn't want be caught wearing my pantyhose 
in the morning. I laid in bed thinking about girls' legs in 
pantyhose. I was getting hard again. "I hate these darn erections!" 
I thought to myself (I was too young and naive to appreciate them at 
the time, but not for long). I started to think about my Spiderman 
costume again and pulled one leg of my pantyhose over my head like a 
mask. My face was all squished and I wondered if Spiderman had the 
same problem.

Out of nowhere another idea came into mind. Well, actually, I just 
started doing it without realizing or thinking about it. I started 
to pull the hose over my shoulders and as far down as I could. Then 
I tried to fit both my legs into the spare leg of the tights. I had 
to work the waistband back up to my neck to get the proper leverage, 
but got my first leg in. I still had my erection and had to force it 
between my legs to get my second leg in.

I was now arched like a letter "V", and had to rock back and forth 
as I worked the waistband past my knees and down my thighs. Next I 
concentrated on getting the pantyhose down across my shoulders. It 
was tough since the hose were stretched almost to their max, but I 
managed do it, and even get my arms partially in. I was now almost 
completely covered in my pantyhose. I kept rocking back and forth 
trying to work every bit of my body in. I was getting hot and 
sweaty. I rocked back and forth more and more vigorously trying to 
reach my goal!

I wasn't paying attention at first bit my penis was still erect and 
with every rocking motion, was being rubbed and caressed between my 
legs. It was feeling weird. It was painful, yet quite pleasurable 
and the same time! Though I knew my pantyhose couldn't be stretched 
any more, I kept rocking, savoring the sensation in my penis. It 
kept getting more and more intense!

I rocked harder; waving my legs as much as I could with them tightly 
bound in my pantyhose. I was sweating so much now that my bed sheets 
were getting wet. But I didn't care. I was beginning to twitch and 
jerk uncontrollably with each sway, the sensation in my erect penis 
getting stronger and fiercer at the same time.

It finally became too much. My penis exploded with such pain, such 
pleasure, my body straightened out, ripping my pantyhose. I lay on 
my bed, breathing heavily, shaking, my heart pounding like never 
before. I was in a state of shock. I felt so relieved, so satisfied, 
so relaxed; yet my loins burned with a feeling so contrary I didn't 
know what happened. I was afraid I had damaged myself, yet I felt so 
good. It was only later that year as our sex-ed class developed that 
I found out what I felt. I had had my first orgasm!

To this day, some 13 years later, I have yet to have an orgasm as 
overwhelming as my first. Even my first intimate adventures with a 
woman pale in comparison. But that's another story�



If you have any personal experiences or stories you would like to 
share, please e-mail me at [email protected]. I would 
particularly appreciate correspondence with young women, clad in 
pantyhose. :)