Back in October or November, when the weather started turning cool in this part of the country (southeast VA), I started wearing tights again. I hadn't worn tights in over fifteen years. I've actually had a slight aversion to the notion of tights. They're just way too thick. Guess what? I was wrong.
I had a small collection of colored tights back in the eighties. The problem back then was that they were "nylon tights", which weren't exactly comfortable or very sheer. These days tights have a spandex content that wasn't available to the manufacturers in the eighties. Now, they're more sheer and have "that" shiny look. Which guys find sexy as hell.
So what did I find myself doing? As I was shopping for lingerie one day back in the fall, I ran across a pair of coffee colored footless tights. I couldn't hardly believe the color. I was excited. I just had to buy them. I wanted to wear them. It was if I had to. An impulse? A compulsion? It was if I had an overwhelming desire to have them. I could hardly wait to get home and find the time to try them on. After coffee, I found black and then, navy blue. I just had to have at least a couple of pairs of each color.
Before I knew it, I was wearing tights around the house in front of my wife. Just a few months before I couldn't have imagined walking around the house wearing nothing but a sweatshirt, a pair of tights and socks in front of my wife. But, there I was doing it.
Eventually, they started offering these same tights in white. I never thought that white was a particularly good color on me, but I bought them anyway. When I first tried them on, I didn't like them at all. But as the weather became a little warmer, I started wearing them. White tights! Something that guys just don't wear. There I was, walking around the house, in my tights. My wife didn't say a word.
Understand that I'm a married guy. When I say that I'm wearing them around the house, I mean that I'm wearing them around the house in front of my wife. Also realize, that she doesn't comment on it at all. Nothing. Not a peep. That's just how much she avoids the subject of sex. She's willing to tolerate seeing her husband wear tights around the house rather than actually having sex with him. Am I doing her a favor?
So, last weekend, early in the morning, I shot a little bit of video. I posted what I could on You Tube, but I had to edit out some parts because of the prude patrol that seem to be lurking behind the the principles of You Tube. You know, the moral police. So I'm posting the edited out parts here. It's nothing too graphic, just frontal shots with a pair of white tights over top of a pair of Leggs Sheer Energy.
I'm just a guy with a pantyhose fetish with just enough means to video himself and post it on the internet, that's all. Did I forget to mention that I'm sexually frustrated?
Anyway, I hope that you can appreciate me in my white tights.
