My first ** with my fetish

When I was 18 years old and out of high school my first job was at a convenience store. I worked the late shift and my town was very small, so most of the night I was there by myself with the occasional night shift person on lunch break or a cop coming in for coffee. I had one customer, though that was my favorite. She was the mother of a girl I rode the bus with when I was in high school. The mom was in her 50s not super attractive, but had a great pair of legs that was always in pantyhose with heels. She would come in every day after work around 10 o’clock to get her coffee before going home. She would often talk with me. We’d shoot the stuff about our day and make other small talk and overtime we kind of developed a friendship of sorts. She wasn’t married anymore and she didn’t have a boyfriend as far as I knew so she always had me come over and do some side work for her. I didn’t mind doing the side work because most often it gave me an opportunity to rummage through her dirty clothes hamper for her pantyhose. I would often take a pair home with me since most of the time she was there. Occasionally, she would leave to run some errands on the weekend if I was there doing work and I would use this opportunity to ** off into every dirty pair of pantyhose she had as I sniffed her heels. This went on for several months. I would either take a pair of her pantyhose home or ** on every pair she had in her laundry basket if I was alone while sniffing her heels. One Saturday I was over there to patch a hole in her bathroom wall. When I came to the door, she was all dressed up like I normally see her, which is odd because generally on the weekends she dressed down. She brought me to the bathroom showed me where the hole was and said she was heading out to meet some friends and would be back later. She left and I started on the work, 20 minutes went by and I figured I was ok to start masturbating with her dirty pantyhose. I went in to her dirty laundry basket and found three dirty pairs of pantyhose. I started masturbating with one and grabbed a pair of her heels and started inhaling. About two minutes go by and I’m ready to blow my load when I hear someone behind me. Say are you enjoying yourself? I drop the heel and froze in horror as I realized she caught me. I never have been caught like this before and I really didn’t know what to do. She told me to turn around and hand her her pantyhose and put her heels back. I profusely started apologizing and tried to leave, but she told me no and asked me why was it her pantyhose that I was attracted to too. At this point, I knew I was caught, and I just confessed and told her I thought her legs were so **, and that I had a fetish for pantyhose. She told me she had known for a while now I had been using or taking her pantyhose. She said at first she was upset, but then after a while, it intrigue her then eventually, it turned her on a bit, knowing someone my age was interested in her. I told her that I was interested. She told me to come sit on the bed and asked if I would like to feel her legs. I said yes, please and started caressing her pantyhose covered legs. At this point I had the biggest ** I have ever had in my life. She clearly could see it and asked what I always have wanted her to do. I immediately told her I’ve always fantasized and masturbated to her, giving me a foot job while I used her pantyhose. She smiled, said lay back and promptly took my ** into her feet. It was so hot seeing her toes covered in black pantyhose with her toenails painted red. It didn’t take long and I was ready to ** before I could she grabbed my ** and squeezed at the same time she squeezed the head of my ** with her toenails. No woman had ever handled my ** like that before I exploded all over her toes and myself. This started to become a thing I would do work for her, and she would reward me by indulging me in my fetish overtime. I started indulging her in things she wanted to have done to her, and eventually we had a full full-blown sexual relationship. Eventually, I did meet another girl and I ended it with her which she understood because she knew I was young and wanted to start a family. I moved away and haven’t seen her in many years. I’ve always wondered if I went back, would she still be as gracious as she was when I was a young man.

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