My first Pantyhose story

This is the story about how my love for pantyhose started.

I had always been aware of my power, especially when it came to men and their fascination with my legs. The feel of pantyhose on my skin was an addiction, and I loved how it accentuated my body, especially my long, toned legs. At 18, I was just starting to explore my sexuality and the impact I could have on others.

That day, after class, I noticed Mark's intense gaze fixed on my legs. I knew he had a thing for me, and I decided to take charge and show him exactly what he was missing. As the other students left, I made sure to linger, giving him a perfect view of my nylon-covered legs. "Hey, Mark. I think it's time we had a little talk," I said, my voice low and seductive. "I know you've been admiring my legs, and I want to know why." Mark's face flushed, and he stumbled over his words. "I-I'm sorry, Lisa. It's just... I have this thing for pantyhose. And your legs... they're just so perfect." I smiled, a confident, knowing smile. "I see. Well, I have news for you, Mark. I share your passion for nylon. In fact, I think it's time we both indulged in our little fetish."