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Of all places, I formed my pantyhose fetish at Sunday school. I must have been 7 years old (it was the mid-70's, back when "Gentlemen preferred Hanes"), the twenty-something that taught our Sunday school class would try and sit on those itty-bitty kid chairs and teach us about Bible stories. Back then women wore their best, most fashionable, clothes to church. Well, this lady would always wear a short, free-flowing skirt/dress, coffee brown pantyhose and strappy high-heeled sandals. I got so many prolonged up-skirt views, is it any wonder that my fetish is dark tan pantyhose and high-heeled sandals?

Well, then, in the early 80's, my father was moved to the London office of the company he worked for. I started catechism classes at our church. I was in the class with 4 other older girls. I was about 13 at the time, they were 15 and 16. One of the girls had a job at a hair salon, so she would show up for classes dressed really nice, eg. skirts/dresses, tan pantyhose and high-heels. It didn't hurt that she was gorgeous too. We met for classes in the pastor's office (I was Lutheran at the time). One evening, she was sitting next to me, she kicked her heels off and put her pantyhose clad feet on the edge of the pastor's desk, spread apart about 9 inches. For the entire two hours the pastor had the most incredible view up this 16 year-old's dress. I kept thinking, good Lord I wish I had that view!!! The following week, my prayers were answered. This time she sat on the side of the pastor's desk farthest from me, but I was almost directly across from her. She did the same move, kicked her heels off, and planted her pantyhose feet approximately 9 inches apart on the edge of the pastor's desk. For two hours I examined every square millimeter of her pantyhose legs, from her toes to the cotton gusset covering her crotch (she had black panties on). Sadly, I think the pastor politely asked her, after that episode, to please not put her feet on the desk. As for me, two things came of that evening: 1. I became a full blown, card carrying, pantyhose fetish nutball, and 2. I most certainly believe in the power of prayer, God surely answered my prayer that evening.

That was 31 years ago and I remember it like it were last week.

Nowadays, if I enter a room of 100 women, 1 of which is wearing pantyhose, it'll take me about half a second to find her. I married my wife for her long legs and preference to wear pantyhose. After I confided my fetish to her, she was more than happy to oblige me by wearing them almost all the time (even allowing me to cut the gusset out so we can have sex while she's wearing them). I've even convinced her that it's better to wear pantyhose without panties. She must have agreed after the first time she did it because she's never worn panties under her pantyhose since. It excites me that some of her male co-workers may catch a glimpse up her dresses and skirts at work some times. I certainly encourage her to make it as easy as possible for that to happen. I don't know if she actually does it, if she does, she doesn't tell me about it.